Here lies the residue of "The Animating Apothecary," a source of obscure ephemera and thoughts. Instagram? see - https://www.instagram.com/animating_apothecary/ also check out asifa.org and asifa.net - content (c) 2006-2026 Jim Middleton (一個古怪的老頭,總是揮舞著雙手,哈哈大笑。or -手を振りながらよく笑うクレイジーな老人 or 손을 흔들며 웃는 미친 노인 )
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
More Animal Pun Fun!
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| copyright (c) 2009, The Animating Apothecary |
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| copyright (c) 2009, The Animating Apothecary
Illustration compilation at lulu press. Here's the link: http://ar.gy/3UB9
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
So....when is a generic drug not a generic drug? When it's a BRAND NAME drug!
Press Here for the Youtube video I built....
Just in case this doesn't upload proper-like....
Pharmacists Never Retire....
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| "Oh that's just Charley. He died five years ago but nobody's had the heart to tell him." copyright (c) 1994, The Animating Apothecary |
Monday, July 18, 2011
Explaining the Immune System
| copyright (c) 1996, Jim Middleton, Animating Apothecary |
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Pharmacy Trolls - collect the set!
I enjoy documenting the more entertaining visitors to the retail realm. Sometimes the calendar drawings create themselves - this is something I overheard during a diabetes consult, and the customer didn't leave before requesting some iodine and Sudafed. Fifteen minutes later he came back in and asked again - when we told him he was just here, he "thought the place looked familiar."
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
How the Calendars Began....
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Post #11 - And now, my aunt as well....
And to add to the unexpected nature of her passing, I just got a greeting card from her yesterday, the 5th....
Sunday, July 03, 2011
A Quiet Moment from 1989
Monday, June 13, 2011
A Flashback to 2009
The professional must, however, develop the tools to communicate the knowledge. The initial training process in any profession can be, in itself, a Byzantine maze that precludes the time necessary for introspection. The how is learned by rote; the why must come with experience; it becomes a challenge to communicate the why. Peering into such an abyss tempts the abyss to peer back--easier to follow the advice of Candide and "tend to the garden" than to show the future generations that the sun also rises for every sunset.
So with the rigors of one discipline we must consider the addition of another. After a time of working our craft, we must again put to work on framing it for others to see, or better, to understand. The talent is not always innate; creative approaches often need to be scavenged with truncheon and guile. But once honed, the new talent cannot help but enrich the base of the original profession.
Certainly, there have been those for whom education has been for its own sake, an insular amusement designed to foster a patronized derision of others. May they be content in their solitude, for a secret not shared is lost, and a perception not spoken is stillborn.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
McPharmacy on Youtube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOzRt1x2FPk
Friday, June 10, 2011
Friday, June 03, 2011
Video Tribute #1 for Dad
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Post #9 - Harry Middleton Remembered 2011
3am phone calls are never good news, and so came the announcement that my father, in decline for several years and hospitalized while in Mexico since late April, had died following a heart attack. He would have been 83 this July.His subsequent marriage to Irma Woo of Mexico City was a triumph of perseverance over challenges of communication and distance, aligned with a desire to live where, if one mentioned snow, "they never heard of it, and if you mentioned ice, they put it in a glass." Taking on the new role of grandfather, he especially encouraged the education of "Monstero," now Dr. David Rosas. Irma, her three daughters, and their children also survive.
Harry attended college at Ferris and the University of Kansas before beginning his career with the Michigan Consolidated Gas Company (now DTE Energy), starting as custodian in Big Rapids and working his way up to district manager in Escanaba, and finally, regional manager of the Taggart Field gas storage facility at Six Lakes, Michigan. He retired from there in 1978, following several years of increasing blindness due to macular degeneration.
Harry had been a member of the Big Rapids Elks Club, was a long-time member of the Lakeview Lion’s club, and he loved gardening, recycling, sharing a story, and tipping waitresses with tiny onions. In keeping with his wishes, there will be no funeral.
2025:
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| (It appears like someone at the memorial garden drove over the headstones - and removed an urn - had to exhume the stone a bit. Time for a new foundation!) |
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Post 8 - Pawing through the archives...."1961" broadcast
In 1991, just before doing "impossible things before breakfast" became "doing breakfast as an impossibility," I worked with the Grand Rapids Radio Players on a 30 year anniversary celebration of WGVU-FM's first broadcast. When the program aired a month later (after much shameless self promotion and talking it up among friends and family), I discovered my entire performance wound up on the editing room floor. Such is life.
Anyway, I did have some old VHS material of some of the rehearsals, and they remained unwatched until very recently - tonight, actually. Also, I found the S-VHS material for the live performance - one reel was only the soundtrack, the other was never actually watchable - the camera dropped every other frame during recording, resulting in a damaged document. This was, sadly, the only video record that was made of that evening.
So, I tossed in the rehearsal footage with the crumbling remains of the live performance of that evening in October of 1991, and now place it here to show those who may have wondered that, yes indeed, I did participate in 1961: The Year That Time Forgot.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Post 6 - Tick Tock in Dearborn

May 20 - 2011 - Dearborn - After about six hours of a conference on pain, I became slightly distracted by an elderly gentleman nudging his way along the table in front of me. His gluteal muscles being maximus, he succeeded in knocking over each and every empty (and one partially full) cup of Starbucks' brew near the edge as he used the table as a guide for his travel.
That and my aching lower back probably served as an inspiration.


















