Number 18


Foot of La Penserosa, an 1856 marble statue of a woman (see face photo here) by Hiram Powers. At the High Museum of Art, last year.

That is: the tooth the dental specialists call number 18—middle molar, left bottom.

Failed root canal. That’s what I heard last week about number 18 from the periodontist the dentist referred me to. Ugh. Today, I had the first step in getting the bad tooth (Bad tooth! Bad!) replaced with an implant—oral surgery, or extraction of the offending dead tooth (dead from the root canal). Now, step two, I’m healing—and hoping that goes as well as the extraction, which took half the scheduled time—a very good sign. Then on to the next step(s).

And I caught a cold yesterday. Oh, fun. (Sniff! Blow! Discard.)

Speaking of face problems…. This is why I’m not on Facebook—the NYTimes reports that Facebook has changed their terms to retain the right to use whatever you put on their site forever, even if you delete your account:

This month, when Facebook updated its terms, it deleted a provision that said users could remove their content at any time, at which time the license would expire. Further, it added new language that said Facebook would retain users’ content and licenses after an account was terminated.

Although some argue this is not a big change. In short, Facebook’s “trust us” model is not good for users. However, all this is why you read about me here, on my own domain.