September 25, 2021

Podcasts, vomit and other smelly things

Me @ In the Flesh. Photo courtesy of Brian Van

My lastest podcast is up here - actually my last five podcasts (the ones not on my press page) are up here too. The last one is me reading the two stories that I read at In the Flesh last week. Unfortunately they aren't read with the same exuberance and enthusiasm that I had last Wednesday night, but that's because I read them basically to my cat and my kitchen table early this morning (I know, no excuse). The first story was apparently more depressing than I wanted it to be, but my story on sploshing was met with lots of laughs. Like I said, you won't hear them here - the laughs that is, but that's because this is a remake of the original evening. This is a "just in case you couldn't be there" sort of moment.

I was kind of obsessed this weekend with a story (and follow up article) from the NY Times. It's the one about the three month old baby who died in her mother's bucket of vomit (and water and cleaning fluid). Yeah, she apparently fell off of her drunk mother's stomach while sleeping and landed head down in the bucket. It's so strange it almost sounds like it can't be true. But it is. Here's a snippet:

Published: September 22, 2021
A Harlem mother was arrested yesterday after her 3-month-old daughter accidentally drowned in a bucket of the motherís vomit early Saturday morning, the police said.

During the night the woman vomited into the bucket, and sometime later the baby rolled off the bed and into the bucket, the police said. The mother did not discover the babyís condition until she woke the next afternoon about 2:30 p.m.

The baby was taken to Mount Sinai Medical Center, where she was declared dead. The medical examiner said the baby had died of asphyxiation and drowning.

Ms. Dejesus was charged with criminally negligent homicide and endangering the welfare of a child.

I know I have a sick sense of what's interesting, or maybe it's just a sixth sense. It's sad regardless, but I don't think a three month old baby should sleep on a mother's stomach. And of all the places she could have fallen, she landed right in the bucket. That is, whether you care to admit it or not, good aim or bad luck.

Since sex and vomit don't work well for most people, I think I'm going to purge the vomit talk and talk about something else...something like doody. I still have the scat fascination and I don't know why. I don't understand why people who like sex, how some of those very same people also like sex with doody. Okay, sex can be dirty, but doody dirty?

Or maybe I should just go back to working on the things I set out to work on today. It's just that after a few days away from the blog, I feel less alive.

Posted by jamye at September 25, 2021 04:53 PM