okay right out i can’t help but link this excellent book-shirt (pointed out by this excellent book-blog). it’s so incredibly insider/nerdy/tempting considering the number of people who have read infinite jest, and of them the number who would even remember this as a reference. i admit, i wouldn’t have got it myself — loved the book, but have a terrible memory for details in literature — if not for the help of the unique name on the back that managed to stick in my mind.

in conversation last night, i brought up what i thought an odd detail in the medical profession. let’s say someone you know recommends an, *ahem*, lady-doctor (not as in female practitioner; as in doctor specializing in the needs of women) to all her friends. then you know for a fact that there’s an older woman out there somewhere who has seen the special areas of half the girls in your social circle. of course, girls may not find this amusing at all, as i do. perhaps i’ve been watching too much curb your enthusiasm lately. moreover, what if you lived in a very small town; you’d know that the local doctor was the only person in town who’s seen everyone’s genitals! how awkward.