Okay, I had no idea.

I had no idea that... 

... wearing clothes in a thought out, constructive manner would change the way people / strangers respond to me, the individual.

... buying clothing could become such a joyful exercise.

... there are clothes made for and marketed to the stylish fat man.

... there is a multi-decade history of men doing what I started doing a few weeks ago.

... I am on my way to becoming a "Lo Head".

Click here, Silly

Editing note: This was written on 12/7/11. 

I wasn't going to blog tonight.  I have just come home from a really [really] nice time with a handsome, well spoken, intelligent, kind man, and I was simply going to relax, surf and go to bed.  Then I went to my favorite webpage: TED.  As I  scanned the pages, I keep passing up this one topic.  It is about doing something for 30 days.  It doesn't catch my interest.  As I skip over it for the third time, my eyes happen to fall on the first have of the title:   Matt Cutts: Try Something For 30 Days!!!!  I know Matt Cutts.  I joke with him.  I have been in his house.  I have a relationship with his wife.  OMG I know a TED speaker.  How fucking cool is that I ask you???

Of course I listened to his talk.  It put me in the mind of what I did my first year I moved to SF.  I called it "My Year of Failure".  The idea was to try to fail at as many things as possible.  Well, not really try to fail at them, but, more like try anything that came to mind with failing at the adventure being a viable outcome. When I failed I could add related memorabilia to my "Failure Wall".  

1996-1997 was a great year.

I entered a sandcastle building contest which lead me to Susanna who taught me how to sculpt with clay that lead me to want to sketch that lead me to a month in Rome in 2010.

I walked in my first Bay to Breakers 7 K run, which was the start of a 5 year tradition.

I entered a bench that a friend and I painted into the Napa County Fair.   Not only did we win a blue ribbon, but we won Best Of Show.

I asked men out with our concern for getting turned down. That gave me the confidence I needed when I walked into a grocery store several years ago looking for guy who had promised me a phone call but had not yet dialed the phone.  That lead to an eight year relationship.

I applied for jobs for which I did not have a reasonable chance of being offered the opportunity.  That lead to a comfort with the job interview process and allowed me to freely apply for a job totally out of my comfort zone. I still have that job today.

It was empowering to have the freedom to fail. It not only allowed me to try activities for which I had been hesitant to try before, it allowed me to do things for which I would have never even considered before. 

The Passionate Kiss

    It was the passionate kiss. 

 That is what has stayed with me. He came up to me, said very little, his hand reached for my arm. I looked to him. He was in no rush. He kept his gaze to the other side of the room. Slowly, he turned his head, but not his eyes, until the last moment when they followed and locked with mine. It was an unblinking stare that held no promises, no commitments, just a simple offer. He offered me a few moments of attention, adoration, and contact in a simple context. His hand moved to my back. I moved mine to his shoulder. He turned his gaze back to his friends. He did not break the connection he had just established. I leaned into him. His hand was searching. He knew he had time. He stroked my spine with a gentle pressure. He moved his hand under my shirt. He went to my belt. His fingers teased the top of my jeans. He slipped them under. I reacted. I can never not react to the touch of a strong man's hand on the skin of the small of my back. My knees usually buckle. They failed me this time as well. Knowing he had found the weakness, he turned, met my expression and then kissed me, softly, without pretense, without concern but with more passion than I had ever felt. My hands would not remain still. I was under his shirt. I worked his nipple gently between finger and thumb and felt his legs bend. In one move I had found his weakness as well. We did no more than this, but this was much more than most were ever capable of giving me. That is what has stayed with me. It was the passionate kiss.

Sunsets

Hippy TED

http://www.ted.com/talks/nalini_nadkarni_life_science_in_prison.html
This is a little hippy for me but I like the idea of how far trees travel a year.

http://www.ted.com/talks/jae_rhim_lee.html
Talk about hippy... but it is an interesting concept.

Bust of Medusa by Bernini

A rare treasure is at the San Francisco Legion of Honor.  On loan from the Musei Capitolini di Roma.  Hidden away for a bit, the bust has been restored and is on a very limited tour. 

Background on the Myth of Medusa 

Ok here is the down and dirty on Medusa... one of three sisters, the only one that was mortal, she was charming and stunning, known and envied for her beautiful locks of blond hair, so beautiful in fact that it caused Neptune to get randy.  He, being Neptune, sea god that almost always got what he wanted, tapped Medusa in the temple of Minerva [or Athena if you want to do a total Greek version, but the blog is about the work of Bernini the great Roman sculptor so I am going with the Roman incarnation]. This, of course, pissed off Minerva cause who wants Neptune/Medusa santorum on their clean marble alter? And, don't forget, that the most violent fight between any two gods was the one between Minne and Nep over who was going to be the #1 god of the new city Athens. These two's bitching and crying framed the dispute "I rule the ocean and this city is going to be a great harbor of goods and commerce, I should get Athens." and, "I'm all wise and artsy and men will soon care more about learning than shopping one day so I should rule Athens.".  Jupiter finally had enough and said whoever made the best gift for the city would rule the city. Ole Neptune threw down a magnificent warhorse and Minerva an olive tree. Minerva won and a thusly-riled Neptune tapped a young blonds ass on Minerva's alter proving that the war of the sexes has been going on for a long long time. Important point, because, it is believed that at the time before Medusa got the good news that she no longer needed to buy conditioner, it was women who had always had control over the earth and were on top of the Sex War Leader Board... more on this after Africa gets smitten with poisonous snakes.

So Medusa is all pretty one day with men buying her drinks and sending drunk tablet chiselings to her at all times of the day and night [kind of like drunk texting but without the iPhone, email, or paper] and then one good fuck and she is condemned to guard the gates of hell from mere mortals trying to pass through the rear portals prematurely.  She ran this super blitz by turning any man to stone who dared to hold her gaze. This went on forever and ever until Acrisius had a kid named Danae whom, it was foretold, would bear a son that would one day kill Acrisius. Well the old man didn't like those odds so he confines his daughter in a tower that has only a little window, but this is ancient times and the gods can see most everything so Zeus decides to rain down upon this room a shower of gold, and in this shower he transports himself for a little one on one time with the rich man's daughter. With the promise of marriage [which, come on it's Zeus, you know he's got game with the ladies and this is just his way to get his lightening bolt dipped, if you know what I mean] she ends up having a son. Papi Acrisius discovers the kid, and fast forward several years he is still all focused on, "that grandkid, Perseus, is going to kill me one day".  Papi devises a plan. He insults Perseus who, in a fit, says, "Is that right old man, well, I am great enough that you pick any gift in the world and I will bring it to you." Trap set, old man asks for Medusa's head.... blah blah blah, trials and tribulations and then when he is near giving up Perseus is visited by Hermes. Hermes gives him his winged shoes [think more Birkenstocks than Blahniks] and Minerva, who probably is still feeling the sting of the temple insult, shows up and ponies up her shiny brass shield and tells the kid to use it to see the reflection of Medusa, not to look directly at her ugliness. They dump a couple of other goodies in his lap and he is then off again. He soon finds the entrance, but, Perseus waits for the Medusa and her sisters to be sleeping, then enters the lair, uses his tools, chops her off Medusa's head and puts it in a Bloomingdales big brown bag. 

Fun Facts and Subjective Reasoning about this Myth

1. She may have her head cut off, but this does not impede the powers of Medusa. Perseus uses this power to his own ends, and then gives the lump-o-head, now a military tactical weapon, to Minerva who staples it onto the her shield and goes out to defeat the enemies of knowledge and reason. 

2. After the de-cap, the kid places the head in a bag.... I am thinking burlap. I mean, what else are you going to have lying around that will be sturdy enough to hold a severed head with snakes? With today's bags, one carton of milk and a good bump and your goods are spread all over Safeway’s parking lot. Any Houser, while Perseus is flying over Africa, the bag holding the head has a malfunction and drops of blood start to leak landing upon the sands of Saharan Africa and infesting it with poisonous snakes. 

3. Some suppose that the story of Perseus is a tale originating from a warrior who conquered the nation of women known as the Gorgon. Medusa and her sisters were Gorgons. This is also the historical apex where in some literatures it is written that men over took women as influencers of the known world. Perseus and Medusa's battle is the symbol of that power change. {Medusa, the name, translates to "sovereign female wisdom" Perseus, the name, translates to "Destroyer"} 

4. Medusa is still alive and well in our modern folklore.... Matty Walker [Kathleen Turner in Body Heat]; Basic Instincts; the Postman Always Rings Twice; Cathy in East of Eden; Catwoman; Poison Ivy; Hell, even Roxy Hart.  

5. The coolest character of all Greek mythology was birthed from the decapitation of Medusa.... Pegasus. 

6. Harry Potter even borrowed some lore. One of the deadly hallows was the invisibility cloak. Perseus was given the invisibility cap and this is what he used to escape the lair when chased by the other two Gorgon sisters. 

7. Athena [Greek version of Minerva] is credited for inventing the flute for the purpose of imitating the sound of the hissing that the snakes made when Medusa's head was parted from her neck. 

The Baroque Period, which started in Rome at the dawn of the 1600's, was about larger than life works with great detail, which involved capturing big exaggerated motion. Bernini was known to use story or character transition as his movement. His greatest works involve he being the midwife capturing the moving of characters from one plane of life to their next.




The Stone Master Bernini

Apollo and Daphne ~ Bernini chooses the moment of their story when Daphne has pleaded with her father and mother to make her ugly so Apollo will stop hunting her. Daddy does her bidding and this statue captures the transition of her becoming the laurel tree.

Bernini's David ~ A prime example of Bernini's transitional movement. David, as he is starting his deadly strike that will change not only his life, but the lives of his people as well.               

Bernini's Ecstasy of St Teresa 

And the happy lady herself.

Bernini uses the life defining moments of his subjects and then displays those heated malleable intimate  transitional moments in the cold hard unmoving medium of marble. 

Two Views Regarding this Representation 

View 1:

Bernini created this piece when the new Pope thru him out with the old Pope's silk dresses.  All upset with the public embarrassment of being out of courtly favor, he wanted to create some works that showed how powerful a master he had become.  He looked for many angles, and in using the myth of Medusa, he was able to demonstrate a stark difference from other famous works on the familiar subject.  

Berni worked the Medusa transition from the front end of the story not the back end.  Instead of creating a piece about the ending of the monster, he created a piece about the birth of the monster. As we all know, Minerva not only went all "Super Cuts" on her hair, but she fucked Medusa's face up too. Bernini creates a bust between the moment of post-hair transformation and pre-facial distortion. His capture is the moment of Medusa's realization of what she has lost and the fear of what more she is to loose.

The style of the bust is not 100% usual Bernini.  The snakes do not match the polished style of his other works. Remember, he was showing off his full set of skills and desired to push himself. The roughness of the serpents increases the drama. 

View 2:

This is not a bust by Bernini.  This is not a bust at all. Biovan Battista Marino writes some where around 1630 a poem about the piece.  Part of that work reads:

"Non so se mi scolpi scarpel mortale, / o specchiando me stessa in chiaro vertro / la propria vista mia mi fece tale"

"I don't know if a mortal chisel sculpted me / or whether by looking at myself in clear glass / the very sight of myself made me this way."

I like to think that Perseus defeated Medusa, but not by skill and stealth, but by Medusa stoning herself while looking into Minerva's shield. Perseus was then able to chop her up, and claim victory. Whatever the truth, the work is fantastic, do yourself a favor and go take a look.

Happy New Year.

Referenced in this article

seducedbyhistory.blogspot.com

www.heartsthroughhistory.com

http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/a_f/bogan/medusamyth.htm

http://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Creatures/Medusa/medusa.html

http://www.webwinds.com/thalassa/medusa.htm

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This blog is closed

Good-Bye

My ex had a sister. She rocked, God rest her soul. She and I would cut through all of the bullshit anyone was throwing at us, and we would size them up, find their weaknesses and strengths, and if we decided we liked them, they were safe. If we did not like them, then we would have a field day. It was fun. We kept that shit to ourselves, however, trying not to hurt anyone, but, just sometimes, not really caring if we did. I was 27 and still immature.

I shared that same type of relationship with that sister's daughter. At least when she was a teenager and I was a part of her life. Since then she has grown up and become a woman. I, however, continued to think of her as the same person I knew 20 years ago. That was my down fall. I let the affection I once had for her and her mother blindside me. I forgot that the acts of life causes our filters to change and we become different people. It is human nature. We must evolve and change in this life time.

A couple years ago, my ex's first husband passed away. He had never been a kind man to me. I cannot hold him at fault for this. He had good reasons to not be kind to me. I did fuck his wife, after all. She then proceeded to leave him and marry me. And, least we forget, I was an open gay man in midtown America. Yea, his wife left him for the town fag. That had hurt on more than one level.

He would take his frustrations out on me in unusual ways. I remember standing in the veggie isle at the corner store just down from our house on 5 East Powell. I am looking at some canned need, when all of a sudden a can of Campbell's Tomato Bisque whizzes past my head. Following the trajectory to the point of its origin, I see jaded lover.

When he passed, I was contacted by a mutual friend. The details were not pretty. He had a GI bleed. He was dead before he could get his car out of the drive way. The ex had to go over and clean up, yet one more time, the mess that he had made. I know she did this so their son would not have to see the horror that it must have been.

My mistake in this story was my contacting my niece and treating her as if our relationship was the same. I was very unkind in my words about his passing. Though not an excuse, I understand now that it was a reaction of the pent up pain I had related to his demanding that I not be allowed to see their son after our divorce. I was told that money won out, and since she needed the child support she was going to follow his wishes and she would not allow me any further contact. I blamed both of them for many years. It has taken me a long time to see my part in this trailer park play. I should have let the past lie in the past and kept my opinions to myself. I didn't, and though I am sorry for the pain I cause, I am actually OK with the outcome. The niece told my ex what I said. The ex contacted me and unloaded a verbal rant. It was very interesting to be able to step back and watch myself react to the words. “I wished it had been you. It should have been you dead in that pool of blood. I wish, oh God, I wish it were. You are dead to me. I never want to hear your voice again.”

I have made no efforts to contact her and I have no plans to do so. Though the ends do not justify the means, I like the idea of all ties being broken. And, with that thought, we come back full circle to the niece. She contacted me today saying that she will be in SF and wanted to know if I would have time to see her. We have not communicated since his death. She emailed me via facebook. She hit 'replay' to the original offending email. So not only seeing her name in my inbox, but also seeing the evidence of my crime caused me to have a rush of feelings this evening. I felt it necessary to say my peace. I did so by replying to the email. I told her what her actions had caused, her aunt being hurt needlessly, and, that though I am ultimately to blame for that hurt, she to holds responsibility for forwarding the information and for breaking my trust. I told her that I was not able to see her and I wished her a life of happiness. Another era comes to an end as I separate myself further and further from my past.

Earmon Mark Sammie Paul

Seems the men who taught me how to be a man have all died.  Earmon was the last to go.  Last Saturday he was playing basketball when he passed out on the court.  The coroner said it was a heart condition.   I think that might have been fitting for Earmon, to go so quickly and without warning.  He would not have wanted the fuss and finality of a long, or even short illness.

Laura texted me today to say that she was going to go to the funeral home to see Earmon tonight.  The same parlor where Mark Sammie and Paul were shown before their interments.  It would have been nice to have been there for her... to have given her love... to have given her support... to have laughed out loud about the old days.

Paul was the one who showed me that being a man had nothing to do with sexual orientation.  He also showed me the power of forgiving those who had taken advantage of one in their youth.  Paul kept trying, but couldn't stay clean.  He overdosed the week I moved to San Francisco.  The first message I received in SF was from Laura telling me he had died.

Mark was the one who worked with me on a daily basis for almost four years.  He was the one who put up with my immaturity and stupidity.  He confided in me years later that he was never sure that I was going to make it or that he was going to be able to put up with me.  We ended up loving each other as well as respecting each other.  He told me once of a time when he was homeless and unable to score any drugs.  He said he came up with a plan that sounded full proof for getting high.  He got into the house of a friend and found the gun he knew to be hidden there.  He took the gun and sat thinking over his plan and again, knew it to be a solid for getting high.  It was, a good dope fiend idea.  He pointed the gun at his foot, thought about it one last time, pulled the trigger, and then, he said, in the moment from the time he pulled the trigger until the bullet hit, he came to realize it was, actually, a bad idea, but he couldn't get his foot out of the way fast enough before the impact.  We laughed and laughed.  Mark died during a drug relapse by putting a shotgun in his mouth and pulling the trigger.  To this day I wonder if he tried to get his head out of the way before impact.

Sammie was odd and determined.  He taught me that it was OK to cry.  It was OK to feel. And, that it was OK to be odd and determined. He taught me about the need to be social and the need to be socially savvy.  He died of cancer.  The moments before he died, it is reported that he said, "wow, there is Mark and Jesus, waving to me."  I have no doubt Mark was, yet again, telling one of my brothers to follow a certain path... that he had been in the same place before and to follow him because he knows the way around.

Earmon was the one who taught me to not judge a book by its cover.  He taught me to focus and stay close to those you trust.  He taught me to stick by your responsibilities and make good on them.  He taught me to keep my mouth shut and to not tell all of my business out on the street.  He was a good man, and from all that I can tell, lived out this last years with honesty and hope.

I came out as a gay man at the age of twenty one.  That was in 1980.  I have lost more friends to the ravages of substance abuse than I have to the ravages of HIV.  I see friends who abuse far too many substances without concern or care.  I hate loosing the ones I love.

Bye Earmon.  Tell Sammie to get out of the way and give Mark and Paul a big old hug from me.

Poems

po·em/ˈpōəm/

Noun:

A piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song, and that is usually rhythmical and metaphorical.

http://www.ted.com/talks/rives_controls_the_internet.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/david_byrne_sings_nothing_but_flowers.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/terry_moore_how_to_tie_your_shoes.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/mitchell_joachim_don_t_build_your_home_grow_it.html

http://www.ted.com/talks/rives_tells_a_story_of_mixed_emoticons.html

http://canyoucrackit.co.uk/

Just for kicks

These first two I remember my brother and his friends always playing these guys
http://youtu.be/zwCZt6jEnJg
http://youtu.be/cScJZqKpMq4

Pretty boy gets pounded!
http://youtu.be/sb1HyPU_qmc   Different angle, same kick http://youtu.be/M0-UZ2y8skY

I just had to, dont hate me
http://youtu.be/zZOxUIFsFCs

decisive
http://youtu.be/Mfj0e7--WL4

The best kick of this blog is delivered at the 1:48 mark in this clip

http://youtu.be/Y7rjpStup5I

And lastly, not a famous kick, but a teenager is half naked and holding his balls in pain... what's not to like about that?
http://youtu.be/gKWjmKyYgsc

And for an added bonus, this is for Oswald
http://youtu.be/sU2PMt-jGSc

Damn it I am sick again.

Damn it I am sick again. This time It is a GI thing. It is one of those, "if i'd just vomit I'd be OK" things.


So dehydrated. This is the worst I have seen in a long time. I am forcing fluids but am not able to keep them down. I was very near heading to the hospital then I decided to try proctocysis therapy.  It did the trick. 


I woke with a markedly dry mouth, moderate grade nausea and a headache as a pain grade 6.  I knew the dry mouth was more than an effect from the C-PAP.  When I stood, there was the dizziness.  I drank about fifty ccs of water and went back to bed.  The emesis came later when I got up a couple hours later and tried to drink. I knew I was in trouble then. I took my blood sugar. I was twelve hours fasting. I came in at one seventy. Something was wrong. I have not had a significant cold or flu since I started monitoring my BS, so I am not sure how I respond to illnesses. I do not believe I have an infection, a reason that would cause a spike in the BS. There were only two choices left and one could be done at home and on in hospital with IV therapy. Best to try the home option first.


As I was rehydrating, I felt my mood change and the nausea ease. The warm shower felt good also. Afterwards, I was able to take in a steady amount of oral water.   Around three pm I started with the chicken broth.  It has stayed down and has eased everything except, my head is still killing me.  How I hate h/a's. I am up to a 7 now, it was an 8 earlier. I haven't had a 9 in many years, and they have all sent me to the ER as well. Fortunately I stopped having them in my twenties.


But, life is good.  My stomach is back to the low grade nausea I have had on and off for the past couple weeks. I can control the slight dizziness that occurs on standing, by standing slowly. I am going to try some solid foods here in a bit. And, I am reading a good book. I know this is a cheeky excuse for a blog, but I am too tired to write and this will just have to do for today. Besides, I cannot WAIT to see what JaJa has to say about this one. [I am feeling better]




OK, Wait a min..... I am feeling better.  As I was researching for a pic to find I ran across this story in the 

Journal of Indian Association of Pediatric Surgeons

I will publish only the xray here, but provide the link if you wish to see the related photographs.


I publish this not to make fun of anyone.  This is an illness that can have fatal effects.  The child needs, and hopefully received, significant mental health guidance. I am simply fascinated by what the human body can stand and by what we humans try to do with that body.

Sheikh MS, Hilal RM, Misbha AM, Farooq AR. Colorectal lithobezoar: A rare case report. J Indian Assoc Pediatr Surg [serial online] 2010 [cited 2011 Dec 2];15:62-3. Available from: 

http://www.jiaps.com/text.asp?2010/15/2/62/70642

Journal of Indian Association of Pediatric Surgeons Official journal of the Indian Association of Pediatric Surgeons           Users Online:18

Click here to download free Android Application for this and other journals       Click here to view optimized website for mobile devices       Journal is indexed with PubMed   CASE REPORT Year : 2010  |  Volume : 15  |  Issue : 2  |  Page : 62-63   Colorectal lithobezoar: A rare case report Muzamil Shafi Sheikh1, Rizvi Malla Hilal1, Afsheen Malla Misbha2, Ahmed Reshi Farooq3 1 Department of Surgery, Sheri-Kashmir Institute of Medical Sciences, Soura, Srinagar, India 2 Department of General Surgery, SMGS Hospital, Jammu, India 3 Department of General Surgery, SMHS Hospital, Srinagar, India Date of Web Publication 24-Sep-2010 Correspondence Address: Muzamil Shafi Sheikh Nawab Bagh Baghwanpora, Lal Bazar, Srinagar, Kashmir India DOI: 10.4103/0971-9261.70642 PMID: 20975785    Abstract   We report an unusual case of a giant lithobezoar that was extending from the caecum to the anal canal, and the patient had no features of absolute constipation or peritonitis. It is believed to be the first such giant colonic lithobezoar in the literature. Keywords: Colon, lithobezoar, pica, rectum How to cite this article: Sheikh MS, Hilal RM, Misbha AM, Farooq AR. Colorectal lithobezoar: A rare case report. J Indian Assoc Pediatr Surg 2010;15:62-3 How to cite this URL: Sheikh MS, Hilal RM, Misbha AM, Farooq AR. Colorectal lithobezoar: A rare case report. J Indian Assoc Pediatr Surg [serial online] 2010 [cited 2011 Dec 2];15:62-3. Available from: http://www.jiaps.com/text.asp?2010/15/2/62/70642    Introduction   Bezoars are rare foreign bodies in the gastrointestinal tract. The stomach is the most common site. Primary colonic bezoar is an exceptionally rare situation. Colonic lithobezoars are very rare findings in children.    Case Report   A 9-year-old male child was admitted with a 3-year history of pica, recurrent constipation, abdominal pain, failure to thrive and painful defecation. Abdominal examination revealed moderate distention with multiple palpable intraluminal masses along the rectosigmoid, descending colon and the ascending colon up to the illeocaecal region, with no features of peritonitis. Anal inspection revealed stone pellets protruding through the anus. The rectal examination revealed hard, prickly masses filling the dilated rectum. It was impossible to negotiate and pass around the masses occluding the rectum. A plain radiograph of the abdomen showed numerous opaque shadows of different sizes scattered throughout the colon [Figure 1]. Under general anesthesia, following anal dilatation, 1,025 pieces of stones were completely recovered manually, with a diameter ranging between 5 mm to 2.5 cm [Figure 2]. He had uneventful recovery. After evacuation, the patient was given laxatives as well as proctoclysis enema and he used to pass 40-60 pieces of stones a day for 7 days. On the 8 th day, another radiograph of the abdomen revealed no residual stones. Mental health assessment by the pediatric psychiatrist did not reveal any gross abnormality. The patient was subsequently discharged on day 9 and was followed-up for a period of 6 months and was put under strict parental supervision. He had increased appetite and gained weight. Figure 1: Abdominal X-ray at presentation Click here to view    Discussion   Pica is persistent eating of nonnutritive substances for a period of at least 1 month. It is considered normal for children <2-years-old to put anything in their mouth. After this age, eating nonfood items is thought to be abnormal. The cause of pica is unknown, but multifactorial etiology is suggested. Some causes include iron deficiency, psychological factors like poverty, maternal neglect and abuse, lack of parental supervision, disorganized family situation, mental retardation, autism and brain behavior disorders like  Kleine-Levin syndrome More Details.[1],[2],[3] The various nonfood items include amylophagia (laundry starch, corn starch), geophagia (clay, sand and dirt), lithophagia (stones, gravel and pebbles), pagophagia (ice), trichophagia (hair) and coprophagia (feces). [4] Bezoars may be composed of hair (trichobezoars), vegetable matter (phytobezoars), milk curds (lactobezoars), sand bezoar [5] and, very rarely, stones (lithobezoars). Twelve children with primary colonic bezoars were reported in the literature until 2004, of which only three had colonic lithobezoars. [6],[7] Up until 2007, only four colonic lithobezoars had been reported in the literature. [8] All the previously reported cases had lithobezoars confined to the rectosigmoid and descending colon. Clinically, these patients often present with signs and symptoms of bowel obstruction. A palpable abdominal mass is occasionally found. On rectal examination, the presence of the "colonic crunch sign" can increase the suspicion of bezoar obstruction. The colonic crunch sign is defined as the palpation of a prickly mass on digital rectal examination and can be found in sunflower seed bezoar and lithobezoar. [9] Plain abdominal radiograph is especially important in the diagnosis of this kind of colonic intraluminal mass. The scattered radioopaque nature is typical of lithobezoar. This unique appearance on plain abdominal radiograph was called as "corn on the cob." [10] Anal dilatation under general anesthesia also helps in the dislodgement of the mass. [11] We conclude that pica is not as rare as once thought, and can lead to an array of surgical complications if left untreated. These patients can be managed conservatively in the initial stages, but frequently need surgical intervention if complications occur. Finally, these patients should be kept under strict follow-up and psychiatric assessment should not be forgotten. Strict parental supervision is the single most important factor to be considered if the disease incidence is to be decreased.