And most of them pay well. It is so rare that you hear that in the small time, unknown, original music scene. But some sets will be covers. I think we do two hours of original then two hours of covers and spanish songs. The spanish ones are my favorites. At least some of them.
I have had little time to practice or even listen on my own. We did some at practice. The viola player likes to call it rehearsal, with practice being whatever you do on your own. I'm sure I'm meant to have a doctorate in some odd branch of psychology. Perfect subjects for my doctorate continually drop into my life. I realize that I am no different, but I prefer not to dwell on that.
What makes it so fun, beside the fact that I like the songs, is that they all are so enthusiastic about my playing. It always surprises me. Last night I sat in with Chris and Emily and Richard resonator. If you do not know who they are, they are the people with whom I sat in last night at Lakeside VFW. It was on my way home from the house of dignitaries.
Country is actually very hard for me. It will go along like I expect, then it either goes up when I go down or vice versa. Country and blues have much in common, but there is that point where one goes one way, and one, the other. It just takes doing it and before long it all makes sense. It is still not first nature for the most part. But I like playing with those guys. Richard plays a mean Dobro, although his is some other make. The generic term is "resonator".
There were very few people at that VFW last night. Apparently that is unusual. I suspect it was due to the debates. That clientele is the demographic that is interested and involved in some way; posters, bumper stickers, clipboards full of paper looking for signatures. Even so, it was a good time.
I often feel guilty because all the bending and overblowing (causing the pitch to rise, as opposed to standard bends) that great players have always done seems secondary, at best, to me. I don't really think about it. I just think the sound or something. All my life I really focused mostly on single note play. Now I do chords like crazy. Lots of split chords. On harmonica that is when you block one or more holes in the middles and play some number of holes on either side. A real variety of sounds can result. You can sort of imply a note you don't exactly have. Somehow the chord works instead.
Depends on the texture of the thing whether you want to bend or not.
Still, compared to what lots of people can do, I am surprised at the ones who choose me on purpose. I think only some other harp players like my playing. There is a harmonica culture to some extent, and little, or even large, cliques with impose these standards. Nothing official, just peer pressure I think.
I have seen forums with comments from people boasting of their ability to bend certain notes and how anyone who can't is a piker, blablabla. I always feel bad because I rarely make any effort or even think I can do whatever it was they mentioned. I must enjoy playing. I think it is because I like interacting with people. I mean, I play a thing that is really not that much fun to play without people either playing, too, or encouraging enough that ...no. I take it back. I rarely like the solo thing, playing for a small crowd. Much rather be jamming.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
No Ninja Door Jam Repair
Some months ago, I didn't think I could rely on myself to get the work done that needs doing over at the resort house. My friend, Jim, is sure I am employed as a lawn jockey there. No too far off.
Back then, I brought a drummer on board. Not to play drums, but he allegedly had skills. I was having the aquagenic pruritus phenomenon visit me daily; any time I exerted at all. So it seemed.
He turned out to be a complete lunatic, and I do not mean that lightly. I may have outlined the disaster many months ago. I don't recall.
This guy had some fantasy that he was living the life of a samurai warrior, or some other Asian offshoot. "The true warrior lives as if he has already died; thus they can focus only on being of service to others--like I do." Grasshopper, give me a friggin break!
Besides the fact that I had to re-do much of his work, he owes me $100. He went to Arizona so we do not cross paths. But he has re-written history enough that I hear he is planning on passing through. Several people would be happen if he did not bother to stop. Maybe if he bec omes convinced that a real ninja would just stay the hell out of Dodge, he will vanish into the night before we mortals even know the mystic warrior has tread among us.
Due to the hyroxyurea, and my sensitivity to it, the attacks almost ceased for awhile. I got him out of there, and have gradually been doing more myself. Lately the AP has returned, despite my improved lab numbers. But now I have plans and strategies for mitigating the issue. Plus I decided to do everything I can to vanquish the dangerous blues that want to swallow me. Fighting to get things done helps. It is not so easy though.
Today I finished the double door, out-behind-the-house equipment room door jam. It was half rotted from a prior water heater leak. It was long ago. It was a little spray leak in a line, so it went up high.
Be that as it may. Originally I thought the new MFWIC was going to hire Rico (whom we are sure is a cleaner for the CIA) to do the job. After the secret service visited, I asked if he wanted me to try or was he going to call Rico. He asked me to go ahead. Seriously, I am not really a handy man. I am just a guy who figures out some way to do a thing, and the people who hire me are usually pleased.
This was a bear of a task. And it definitely showed me that I really may have some physical issues going on, that I can still mange to get things done, I can operate a portable table saw without losing fingers, and I can push on even when dizzy or whatever. It feels so good when you know the little roadblocks which are on top of the usual difficulties of retro fit, remodel, and working in tight spaces.
I think I pushed about as far as I could without seriously being dangerous. Right to that edge, plus just a little bit. Just enough left to put everything away clean up the site, and somehow lose my travel mug. It was dark pretty quick. Lighting there is horrible. Seriously the worst outdoor night time lighting ever. They paid a designer to do that. Sick.
It occurred to me that the ex employee ninja psycho claimed that the problem was that the whole thing was interior door stuff. He was wrong, of course. His vision included solid wood doors with dents made by a router to look like louvres. The present door has real vent capabilities, not just pretend. Anyway, I am convinced that this guy could not do the job. Even so, I had visions of him sneaking up on the project in a ninja suit, shouting fake Japanese. The vision did not go beyond that.
Back then, I brought a drummer on board. Not to play drums, but he allegedly had skills. I was having the aquagenic pruritus phenomenon visit me daily; any time I exerted at all. So it seemed.
He turned out to be a complete lunatic, and I do not mean that lightly. I may have outlined the disaster many months ago. I don't recall.
This guy had some fantasy that he was living the life of a samurai warrior, or some other Asian offshoot. "The true warrior lives as if he has already died; thus they can focus only on being of service to others--like I do." Grasshopper, give me a friggin break!
Besides the fact that I had to re-do much of his work, he owes me $100. He went to Arizona so we do not cross paths. But he has re-written history enough that I hear he is planning on passing through. Several people would be happen if he did not bother to stop. Maybe if he bec omes convinced that a real ninja would just stay the hell out of Dodge, he will vanish into the night before we mortals even know the mystic warrior has tread among us.
Due to the hyroxyurea, and my sensitivity to it, the attacks almost ceased for awhile. I got him out of there, and have gradually been doing more myself. Lately the AP has returned, despite my improved lab numbers. But now I have plans and strategies for mitigating the issue. Plus I decided to do everything I can to vanquish the dangerous blues that want to swallow me. Fighting to get things done helps. It is not so easy though.
Today I finished the double door, out-behind-the-house equipment room door jam. It was half rotted from a prior water heater leak. It was long ago. It was a little spray leak in a line, so it went up high.
Be that as it may. Originally I thought the new MFWIC was going to hire Rico (whom we are sure is a cleaner for the CIA) to do the job. After the secret service visited, I asked if he wanted me to try or was he going to call Rico. He asked me to go ahead. Seriously, I am not really a handy man. I am just a guy who figures out some way to do a thing, and the people who hire me are usually pleased.
This was a bear of a task. And it definitely showed me that I really may have some physical issues going on, that I can still mange to get things done, I can operate a portable table saw without losing fingers, and I can push on even when dizzy or whatever. It feels so good when you know the little roadblocks which are on top of the usual difficulties of retro fit, remodel, and working in tight spaces.
I think I pushed about as far as I could without seriously being dangerous. Right to that edge, plus just a little bit. Just enough left to put everything away clean up the site, and somehow lose my travel mug. It was dark pretty quick. Lighting there is horrible. Seriously the worst outdoor night time lighting ever. They paid a designer to do that. Sick.
It occurred to me that the ex employee ninja psycho claimed that the problem was that the whole thing was interior door stuff. He was wrong, of course. His vision included solid wood doors with dents made by a router to look like louvres. The present door has real vent capabilities, not just pretend. Anyway, I am convinced that this guy could not do the job. Even so, I had visions of him sneaking up on the project in a ninja suit, shouting fake Japanese. The vision did not go beyond that.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
The Old Mirror Deal
First, I have to say that I managed to fix the car in time to make it to the doctor. That included a trip to the dealer for a part at 7:30 am when they opened. The other part, I already obtained from the O'Reilley's in El Cajon.
I only had to use my new magnet-on-a-flexible-stick four or five times. Each time to retrieve a bolt from hiding places not visible. It worked, but took time.
Anyway, I am happy with the result and I have AC, which has become a necessity with my aquagenic pruritus issue. That is what the itching deal is called in the very tiny circle of people who know what it is. No one knows the mechanics of why it happens, and, though it is very common with JAK2 mutation positive people, many doctors have never encountered it, and aren't sure what to think.
In some ways I find this reminiscent of how migraines used to be. I no longer have that issue, but they both may have some recognizable clue that the attack is imminent. With experience, one can learn to head off a migraine--in some cases. I was a lucky one that could often do that. Same with this itch/ant attack feeling thing. And when it passes, it is just like when a migraine would finally wash away. Almost like a chill or something that comes in a wave. Or goes in a wave. Very similar.
I am not in a position to go for a doctorate, but I believe one could find a connection between this phenomenon and migraines. It could be a breakthrough. I seem to be the only one drawing the connection, but that does not mean I am wrong.
Here's the eat crow part. I have to admit, maybe I was too hard on my doctor. Besides, he now has a really competent very attractive, hot new associate. She asks the right questions and explains things better. And he behaves better with her around. She is sharp.
It may be my good fortuen to be so sensitive to hydrea. I have seen posts on MPN forums from people whose levels were similar to mine re platelets and such but they had to take triple my dose to lower the values into a safe range. So, I appear to have decent enough levels now, as long as I keep up the dose, as is.
This could go on indefinitely. There is no requirement that it get worse. It may not.
Aside from that, the depression issue has been a little scary. I worked like crazy to mitigate that issue. Work and associating with others when possible are a couple of items in the plan. Also key is to try to push myself to do one more thing than I think I can at work or at home. Like with the car. I was going to pull into a shop, then I thought maybe I should exhaust my troubleshooting skills first, even if I really did not think I could deal with it.
This may all, or most, sound silly or obvious, but to me, just normal daily tasks are often daunting and confusing. Part of being an idiot savant, I think. You may say, "I get the idiot part, but where does the savant come in?". Very funny. I won't even dignify such a query. That dignify routine is a way to play self righteous in hopes of avoiding specifics or the need to provide proof. You see it all the time.
Work is good and plentiful at the moment. We play Fri. night, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. I think we play twice on Sat. and Sun. Day of the Dead weekend, plus Halloween, plus the coffee house gig on FRi., unrelated to any of those holidays. As far as I know.
Man this new bass player's attitude must make us play better. I really think the unique blend is beginning to gel, and to finally blend. I am liking it. Plus I get lots of love in the sense of other musicians liking what I play. Harmonica John thinks I am an infidel, I'm sure. That's why most musicians around know me as Ian. Got tired of people calling me harmonica John when that guy already calls himself that, in some official sense. I would never do that, anyway. But the Ian part helped train people.
So, in short: I can see the physical status can probably be maintained at this level as long as I keep the hydrea coming, attitude may have a hand in giving the edge to a more favorable health situation, reducing isolation, coupled with tackling things which challenge me a little helps chase the blues away for another day or hour.
I know what needs doing in order to have more people around me that I like. Minimize the immediate chaos, clutter, uncertainty, neglect, and lack of organization. And little by little progress is being had. It has plagued me forever but even at this advanced age, it can, technically, change. I would respect myself more for attempting this rather than give in to the idea that it is too late to do or have anything I think leads to a healthy happy existence.
I have probably been here before to some extent. But, I smoked from age 19 until I was 120. So, now it has been, what, almost 2 years? Pretty sure that is right. Maybe we are going on three, but I doubt it. January will be two, at least. That is correct. I do not smoke, and haven't, for some number of years between one and three, inclusive. Must be two.
That shows that one can change a long term bad habit or practice, and it won't kill you to do so. There is possible evidence that smoking may increase chances of acquiring certain types of Myeloprolific Neoplasms. It would not be smart or uplifting in any way, were I to start smoking again.
I may yet not be the weakling and wimp we have grown to dislike. To actually succeed in the ways that are needed by being strong would be such a piece of Heaven. But I can tell you, depression is every bit as physical as mental. Probably much more physical. I know my mind is lying but no amount of insight stops the physical feeling of it. But, since I know the physical depression is all part of the lie, I do all I can to go against it by doing one more work item, or stopping by a jam or open mic. I know the people so I force myself to socialize. It helps. Now we need big pay for the savant part of the idiot savant routine.
Was still having rougher go of it at this practice. Tonight was much better. Even so, I like it. I leave feeling better after practices, even if they aren't great.
I only had to use my new magnet-on-a-flexible-stick four or five times. Each time to retrieve a bolt from hiding places not visible. It worked, but took time.
Anyway, I am happy with the result and I have AC, which has become a necessity with my aquagenic pruritus issue. That is what the itching deal is called in the very tiny circle of people who know what it is. No one knows the mechanics of why it happens, and, though it is very common with JAK2 mutation positive people, many doctors have never encountered it, and aren't sure what to think.
In some ways I find this reminiscent of how migraines used to be. I no longer have that issue, but they both may have some recognizable clue that the attack is imminent. With experience, one can learn to head off a migraine--in some cases. I was a lucky one that could often do that. Same with this itch/ant attack feeling thing. And when it passes, it is just like when a migraine would finally wash away. Almost like a chill or something that comes in a wave. Or goes in a wave. Very similar.
I am not in a position to go for a doctorate, but I believe one could find a connection between this phenomenon and migraines. It could be a breakthrough. I seem to be the only one drawing the connection, but that does not mean I am wrong.
Here's the eat crow part. I have to admit, maybe I was too hard on my doctor. Besides, he now has a really competent very attractive, hot new associate. She asks the right questions and explains things better. And he behaves better with her around. She is sharp.
It may be my good fortuen to be so sensitive to hydrea. I have seen posts on MPN forums from people whose levels were similar to mine re platelets and such but they had to take triple my dose to lower the values into a safe range. So, I appear to have decent enough levels now, as long as I keep up the dose, as is.
This could go on indefinitely. There is no requirement that it get worse. It may not.
Aside from that, the depression issue has been a little scary. I worked like crazy to mitigate that issue. Work and associating with others when possible are a couple of items in the plan. Also key is to try to push myself to do one more thing than I think I can at work or at home. Like with the car. I was going to pull into a shop, then I thought maybe I should exhaust my troubleshooting skills first, even if I really did not think I could deal with it.
This may all, or most, sound silly or obvious, but to me, just normal daily tasks are often daunting and confusing. Part of being an idiot savant, I think. You may say, "I get the idiot part, but where does the savant come in?". Very funny. I won't even dignify such a query. That dignify routine is a way to play self righteous in hopes of avoiding specifics or the need to provide proof. You see it all the time.
Work is good and plentiful at the moment. We play Fri. night, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. I think we play twice on Sat. and Sun. Day of the Dead weekend, plus Halloween, plus the coffee house gig on FRi., unrelated to any of those holidays. As far as I know.
Man this new bass player's attitude must make us play better. I really think the unique blend is beginning to gel, and to finally blend. I am liking it. Plus I get lots of love in the sense of other musicians liking what I play. Harmonica John thinks I am an infidel, I'm sure. That's why most musicians around know me as Ian. Got tired of people calling me harmonica John when that guy already calls himself that, in some official sense. I would never do that, anyway. But the Ian part helped train people.
So, in short: I can see the physical status can probably be maintained at this level as long as I keep the hydrea coming, attitude may have a hand in giving the edge to a more favorable health situation, reducing isolation, coupled with tackling things which challenge me a little helps chase the blues away for another day or hour.
I know what needs doing in order to have more people around me that I like. Minimize the immediate chaos, clutter, uncertainty, neglect, and lack of organization. And little by little progress is being had. It has plagued me forever but even at this advanced age, it can, technically, change. I would respect myself more for attempting this rather than give in to the idea that it is too late to do or have anything I think leads to a healthy happy existence.
I have probably been here before to some extent. But, I smoked from age 19 until I was 120. So, now it has been, what, almost 2 years? Pretty sure that is right. Maybe we are going on three, but I doubt it. January will be two, at least. That is correct. I do not smoke, and haven't, for some number of years between one and three, inclusive. Must be two.
That shows that one can change a long term bad habit or practice, and it won't kill you to do so. There is possible evidence that smoking may increase chances of acquiring certain types of Myeloprolific Neoplasms. It would not be smart or uplifting in any way, were I to start smoking again.
I may yet not be the weakling and wimp we have grown to dislike. To actually succeed in the ways that are needed by being strong would be such a piece of Heaven. But I can tell you, depression is every bit as physical as mental. Probably much more physical. I know my mind is lying but no amount of insight stops the physical feeling of it. But, since I know the physical depression is all part of the lie, I do all I can to go against it by doing one more work item, or stopping by a jam or open mic. I know the people so I force myself to socialize. It helps. Now we need big pay for the savant part of the idiot savant routine.
Was still having rougher go of it at this practice. Tonight was much better. Even so, I like it. I leave feeling better after practices, even if they aren't great.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Art of Mating Zen and Three Stooges Craftsmanship into DIY Auto Repair
Holy smoke!
The idler pulley had actually disintegrated or otherwise disappeared.
The story of my successful foray into removal of the part, and fishing belt strands out from the pulleys from around which they were tangled, can best be illustrated by the fact that aside from the part, a healthy magnet on a long flexible shaft was at top of my list in the parts store.
That sentence is so long, I don't think I want to even read it.
Overall success, so far. Have to install it with the belts in the morning. Then I will have AC again, which is vital. But the bright side is that it is getting done, and I did more than I thought I would. That is the new deal. Do one thing more whenever possible. It is very hard to maintain, but it does help with severe blues. And the goal is to win before it is all over. The tendency is to concede defeat and give up, citing one thing after another to support the proposition that it is over and I am forever worthless. I am attempting to break this pattern.
If I were to actually achieve the goal I have in mind, I would either be a stronger person than I think I am, or I would be touched by some sort of miracle. But that doesn't mean it can't happen.
The idler pulley had actually disintegrated or otherwise disappeared.
The story of my successful foray into removal of the part, and fishing belt strands out from the pulleys from around which they were tangled, can best be illustrated by the fact that aside from the part, a healthy magnet on a long flexible shaft was at top of my list in the parts store.
That sentence is so long, I don't think I want to even read it.
Overall success, so far. Have to install it with the belts in the morning. Then I will have AC again, which is vital. But the bright side is that it is getting done, and I did more than I thought I would. That is the new deal. Do one thing more whenever possible. It is very hard to maintain, but it does help with severe blues. And the goal is to win before it is all over. The tendency is to concede defeat and give up, citing one thing after another to support the proposition that it is over and I am forever worthless. I am attempting to break this pattern.
If I were to actually achieve the goal I have in mind, I would either be a stronger person than I think I am, or I would be touched by some sort of miracle. But that doesn't mean it can't happen.
Cooling Off
So, earlier the A/C stopped working. The tensioner pulley bearing froze causing the belt to fall apart. Oddly, very little noise was involved.
So, it happened this was a day off, sort of. Chiropractor day; last for awhile. As I let the car cool off, I realize that being rather poor, financially, it is lucky that I could think to look and realize I will have to replace the pulley and belt, and that I probably can do it successfully. If I had the money, I would have dropped it at a shop, grabbed a rental, and been on my way.
Or if I were truly wealthy, my loving spouse, or other family, would come pick me up and we'd go off into perfect world land.
So, it happened this was a day off, sort of. Chiropractor day; last for awhile. As I let the car cool off, I realize that being rather poor, financially, it is lucky that I could think to look and realize I will have to replace the pulley and belt, and that I probably can do it successfully. If I had the money, I would have dropped it at a shop, grabbed a rental, and been on my way.
Or if I were truly wealthy, my loving spouse, or other family, would come pick me up and we'd go off into perfect world land.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Other Than That,
all is well.
a couple of long gone relatives claimed they were told that a rainbow meant all will be OK. There were two but I was driving down the hill with the phone out the window, so I didn't know what the image would be. Missing a rainbow.
Really, you look at what a large portion of the world does to survive a day, and a highly troubled life here looks good. And then one might say to himself, "You are not only worthless, you are a brat!! Get over it.". And I will reply, I see your point.
a couple of long gone relatives claimed they were told that a rainbow meant all will be OK. There were two but I was driving down the hill with the phone out the window, so I didn't know what the image would be. Missing a rainbow.Once Again, Right On the Edge
Actually, I never really got off the edge, but the exodus from Memphis gave some momentum to something new. The traveling become the only pain relief, but I couldn't stay and enjoy any one spot because the aloneness of it made me nauseous and full of regret, etc.
Now all that is coming back like a tidal wave. I like tidal wave better than the word tsunami. Shows I am not really very continental or interested in the larger scope of humanity outside the U.S. How pedestrian and ignorant.
I have found that work is the key, and people are the key. I have to unburden my personal life so the barriers to real company are removed. I've let myself drift dangerously off the healthy path. And I don't know that I can stop the drift. I had better do it. It may be possible. I'll bet it is. And if I do manage to return to some semblance of sanity and purpose, I will know I earned it. And maybe I will even find some self respect for doing so.
Then again, maybe not. The moral is: don't screw up everything while you still have the faculties to just do an honorable day's work and build a nice life and family. Be loyal to those around you, and do not run from possible mates, but make it your mission to help them feel special and good for being who they are and alive. Try to strengthen the partnership and do it right, even if you have to face unflattering truths. I ran, instead. It was the wrong thing to do, and I imagine God marked me off long ago because of it.
Or maybe I marked me off. I must be made of better stuff than this. I am sure something stunted my whole life. Does it matter what, if the end result is disaster regardless? Correcting course makes more sense than stewing over what caused the compass to fail in the first place. Especially if the compass is long gone, and now we are using celestial navigation.
And listening to pop culture 'wisdom' and government sounding nonsense which urges the culture in stupid directions is suicide too. Remember as recently as the 80's they were touting the non-addictive properties of cocaine? They were. They being the same ones who hog the airwaves beginning sentences with we, and our. Our children are our greatest resource. Right there is a start to the problem.
Who owns "our" children? Do they own themselves? Do their parents have a say? Maybe it is just a big collective we that owns all souls, and the majority decides all for all.
Didn't help in my case. What, now, do "we" do with "our" seniors? Obviously, we must do something!!! Isn't that the deal? We Must do something!!!! For the love of God, people, we must Do something; people got shot two thousand miles away!!! It doesn't have to make sense. The presentation just needs to be breathlessly emotional, bordering on hysteria, and it must restrict someone's rights or freedoms. Then people can feel safe again. It does not need to actually solve the problem. It just needs to help the overwrought hysterical narrative along. And it works best if we select bad guys who have nothing to do with the initial problem.
How can I apply this on the individual level so I don't die with a dirty house? That is the question. I must do Something! Oh, right. I already tried that approach and the real troubles never disappeared. shucks
Now all that is coming back like a tidal wave. I like tidal wave better than the word tsunami. Shows I am not really very continental or interested in the larger scope of humanity outside the U.S. How pedestrian and ignorant.
I have found that work is the key, and people are the key. I have to unburden my personal life so the barriers to real company are removed. I've let myself drift dangerously off the healthy path. And I don't know that I can stop the drift. I had better do it. It may be possible. I'll bet it is. And if I do manage to return to some semblance of sanity and purpose, I will know I earned it. And maybe I will even find some self respect for doing so.
Then again, maybe not. The moral is: don't screw up everything while you still have the faculties to just do an honorable day's work and build a nice life and family. Be loyal to those around you, and do not run from possible mates, but make it your mission to help them feel special and good for being who they are and alive. Try to strengthen the partnership and do it right, even if you have to face unflattering truths. I ran, instead. It was the wrong thing to do, and I imagine God marked me off long ago because of it.
Or maybe I marked me off. I must be made of better stuff than this. I am sure something stunted my whole life. Does it matter what, if the end result is disaster regardless? Correcting course makes more sense than stewing over what caused the compass to fail in the first place. Especially if the compass is long gone, and now we are using celestial navigation.
And listening to pop culture 'wisdom' and government sounding nonsense which urges the culture in stupid directions is suicide too. Remember as recently as the 80's they were touting the non-addictive properties of cocaine? They were. They being the same ones who hog the airwaves beginning sentences with we, and our. Our children are our greatest resource. Right there is a start to the problem.
Who owns "our" children? Do they own themselves? Do their parents have a say? Maybe it is just a big collective we that owns all souls, and the majority decides all for all.
Didn't help in my case. What, now, do "we" do with "our" seniors? Obviously, we must do something!!! Isn't that the deal? We Must do something!!!! For the love of God, people, we must Do something; people got shot two thousand miles away!!! It doesn't have to make sense. The presentation just needs to be breathlessly emotional, bordering on hysteria, and it must restrict someone's rights or freedoms. Then people can feel safe again. It does not need to actually solve the problem. It just needs to help the overwrought hysterical narrative along. And it works best if we select bad guys who have nothing to do with the initial problem.
How can I apply this on the individual level so I don't die with a dirty house? That is the question. I must do Something! Oh, right. I already tried that approach and the real troubles never disappeared. shucks
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Now You Know What I Know
http://mpninfo.org/mpns That page as all I know about what's up. I am not discussing it much more. Many of them have the fatigue, itching attacks, etc. I have not been tested for the philadelphia mutation. I am JAK2 positive, which is the other one. Since we can influence blood levels so far, we have avoided a bone marrow excavation. They stick a needle into your hip bone. No. Let's wait if we can.
Anyway, so maybe it is more and maybe not, and maybe it will change and maybe not. I hate having to work around setting off attacks. They happen just about every day. Good thing there is a hot hot shower at work. But it still takes time away, and is a bad situation when others are there. At least my main coworker knows the deal and is accommodating. I don't like it, though.
So, that is that. I will see the arrogant doc next week. I will be nice unless he pushes. If he is disrespectful, I will just ask him if he would appreciate such a jerk of a physician if he were in my shoes. If he says I'm a jerk of a patient, I will agree, then tell him I'll get someone I do not want to punch.
A week from Friday we play a coffee house in Santee or somewhere like that. The next three days we play Day of the Dead celebration in Old Town. A hodgepodge of Mexican and California and who knows history and lore. But the holiday is definitely a Mexican thing. Dia de los Muertos
Anyway, so maybe it is more and maybe not, and maybe it will change and maybe not. I hate having to work around setting off attacks. They happen just about every day. Good thing there is a hot hot shower at work. But it still takes time away, and is a bad situation when others are there. At least my main coworker knows the deal and is accommodating. I don't like it, though.
So, that is that. I will see the arrogant doc next week. I will be nice unless he pushes. If he is disrespectful, I will just ask him if he would appreciate such a jerk of a physician if he were in my shoes. If he says I'm a jerk of a patient, I will agree, then tell him I'll get someone I do not want to punch.
A week from Friday we play a coffee house in Santee or somewhere like that. The next three days we play Day of the Dead celebration in Old Town. A hodgepodge of Mexican and California and who knows history and lore. But the holiday is definitely a Mexican thing. Dia de los Muertos
Here's The Deal RE News of any kind
Look, Walter Cronkite couldn't even get a simple, easy quote right when Neil Armstrong hopped down on the moon and spoke. Anyone who listened for themselves and believed what they heard, and what made sense, rather than Walt's bastardization of that incredible milestone in human history, knew he did not say, "One small step for man..". He said "One small step for A man...". Geez, think about it.
As Walter quoted him, Neil would be contradicting himself, and making no sense. In that sense, man and mankind become synonymous. So is it a small step or a giant leap?
Anyway, they finally corrected it in the last few years or so. Forty years, plus!!
The point is, they often get it wrong, and people believe it, even when they are watching an event live. People will go along with what they are told to think. It was like the Emperor's new clothes; everyone pretended that "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" makes sense. It does not.
Why it took so long for NASA to get it right, I do not know. It proves that Walter was not much of a critical thinker, and that he was not the most reliable source that ever was. But he sounded so kindly and authoritative. People wanted him to be right because he sounded good and looked credible, and safe somehow.
So, if they couldn't even get that right, and people watched and didn't bat an eye over the nonsensical translation of Neil's words, you really want the majority, or anyone else, to have a lot of power? This is why limits were what the Constitution was attempting to establish. To prevent or mitigate the tyranny of the majority.
I think it is a valid illustration. Not only can bad info become accepted right before our eyes, we tend to go along because it seems the thing to do. That requires turning a blind eye to what you know and think. Weird. But there you have it. And for forty years the lie spread, and was even carved in stone in various monuments.
I'm old. I watched the landing live, and I cussed Walter while he misspoke. No one listened. I was young and had a bit of a brush with the law, and the case was pending. I would gladly have traded places with Neil. Or even Walter. But I would not have screwed up the quote.
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Is it just me, or has Geraldo become Fox's answer to Chris Matthews at wherever he works--CNN? Here's our network horse's ass, and this election, he will be the one supplying us with cutting edge buffoonery. Matthews sets the bar high for biased half truths and weirdness.
I think that Geraldo can best him if he tries. Deep down he's every bit the blow hard that Chris is.
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As Walter quoted him, Neil would be contradicting himself, and making no sense. In that sense, man and mankind become synonymous. So is it a small step or a giant leap?
Anyway, they finally corrected it in the last few years or so. Forty years, plus!!
The point is, they often get it wrong, and people believe it, even when they are watching an event live. People will go along with what they are told to think. It was like the Emperor's new clothes; everyone pretended that "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" makes sense. It does not.
Why it took so long for NASA to get it right, I do not know. It proves that Walter was not much of a critical thinker, and that he was not the most reliable source that ever was. But he sounded so kindly and authoritative. People wanted him to be right because he sounded good and looked credible, and safe somehow.
So, if they couldn't even get that right, and people watched and didn't bat an eye over the nonsensical translation of Neil's words, you really want the majority, or anyone else, to have a lot of power? This is why limits were what the Constitution was attempting to establish. To prevent or mitigate the tyranny of the majority.
I think it is a valid illustration. Not only can bad info become accepted right before our eyes, we tend to go along because it seems the thing to do. That requires turning a blind eye to what you know and think. Weird. But there you have it. And for forty years the lie spread, and was even carved in stone in various monuments.
I'm old. I watched the landing live, and I cussed Walter while he misspoke. No one listened. I was young and had a bit of a brush with the law, and the case was pending. I would gladly have traded places with Neil. Or even Walter. But I would not have screwed up the quote.
''''''''''''''''''''
Is it just me, or has Geraldo become Fox's answer to Chris Matthews at wherever he works--CNN? Here's our network horse's ass, and this election, he will be the one supplying us with cutting edge buffoonery. Matthews sets the bar high for biased half truths and weirdness.
I think that Geraldo can best him if he tries. Deep down he's every bit the blow hard that Chris is.
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Friday, October 16, 2015
They're Probably Right
It hasn't escaped me that I have been a self absorbed broken record for quite some time. Depressed, sick, and blablabla about whatever. Originally I thought I was toning it down so maybe it was OK. But I realize that is just not how it goes. And that is as it should be.
Sometimes I think if I described the way most days are constructed, it would be too much. Even some is too much.
The crux of the matter is that no one else really believes I am suddenly going to fall apart and kick the bucket. Only I think that,. and I can be way off base when it comes to some things. Knowing which things is not my strongest point of intelligence.
It seems like there are upcoming playing commitments. I do not know what I will do Christmas. There may be enough work here that I am better off not to go right now.
Sometimes I think if I described the way most days are constructed, it would be too much. Even some is too much.
The crux of the matter is that no one else really believes I am suddenly going to fall apart and kick the bucket. Only I think that,. and I can be way off base when it comes to some things. Knowing which things is not my strongest point of intelligence.
It seems like there are upcoming playing commitments. I do not know what I will do Christmas. There may be enough work here that I am better off not to go right now.
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- John0 Juanderlust
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