http://www.thelmagazine.com/TheMeasure/archives/2009/06/05/pissed-connections-the-pushy-buddhist-on-the-l-train Comments On: Pissed Connections: The Pushy Buddhist on the L Train by Jonny Diamond en-us Copyright 2013 The L Magazine. All rights reserved. This RSS file is offered to individuals, The L Magazine readers, and non-commercial organizations only. Any commercial websites wishing to use this RSS file, please contact The L Magazine. editor@thelmagazine.com (The L Magazine Webmaster) Tue, 21 May 2013 00:00:01 -0400 Tue, 21 May 2013 10:15:00 -0400 Foundation http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss
If the imaginably somewhat mild act of violence topping off the Pissed-Connection-cum-Fist-Connection (what an awfully appropriate word sequence in which to insert 'cum,' as Latinate particle or otherwise) were to result in the appearance, for either or both involved parties, an injury to which the body's natural response is to create a sort of membranous swelling filled with some sort of pus and/or liquid, might one then have good reason to speak of a Cyst Connection?

If not, then I propose that Cyst Connection be the name for an as-yet-to-be-created (well, I guess, since I'll admit that I haven't exactly been searching) social networking site for lepers, not the metaphorical kind but the kind who actually have leprosy. It would have a limited community of users, sure, but it would give said sufferers a place to meet and greet, share stories, chat, blog, liveblog, tweet, upload videos and pics of new lesions, compare and contrast, advise one another on new ointments and bandages, imagine rosy pasts in the good ol' days when there were many more lepers in the world, quote biblical passages that reference leprosy yet barely graze the surface (pun, unfortunately, intended), write on one another's walls, comment on one another's status updates (e.g. "User X is: another oatmeal bath hellz yeah :)", "User Q likes this!"), link back up with friends and families from whose immediate environs they had to exile themselves indefinitely, post reviews of recent topical literature, post reviews of physicians and researchers, develop a revisionist dialogue and other such things.

And of course they could finally, and with circumstantially quite limited risk, poke each other.

Poke.

Squish.

Sanitize.

Ointment.

Bandage.

Poke back.

Repeat.

Send gift.

Or rather, Gift.

The poison.

The hemlock.

Tastes minty!

Like certain roadways in Queens.

Near desolate cemeteries where one gets easily lost.

Bringing to mind social networking sites for the dead.

Why not?

Poke.

Ouch!

Bye.
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