here we go

Aug. 5th, 2013 08:04 pm
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I'm starting up again my blog, Parlando, after two years' hiatus.

Because, why not.

well okay

Feb. 5th, 2012 01:28 pm
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'Pasternack issued a statement Friday saying his actions were a reflex in response to a player falling on top of him while running at top speed toward the bench.

"I would like to clarify that my actions last night were a reflex in response to a player falling on top of me while running at top speed toward our bench," Pasternack's statement read.'
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I'm not going to link to today's xkcd, because everyone should link to it everyday, but every once in a while it makes me grin to the point that my day is measurably improved; today's featuring Etymology-Man is one of those.
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I'm trying find a way to upload music not using deselbybowen.com; maybe using dropbox or something. It's hard for me to use a new program or anything like that, so I put off endlessly doing so, listening to music or reading a book, until it's time to go to bed.

Today I have something useful to do: my youngest sibling Joe is stopping by to teach us (me, Velma, and Jane) Ticket to Ride, Europe edition.
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Okay, this one is a random one, one of the many superb songs that pass by on random play, set up by audiogalaxy playing my collection, so far just playing a fraction of them (about 67,000 of them):

"This Is" by Ectoplasm Girls, a duo made up of Nadine and Tanya Byrne of Stockholm, released last year on iDEAL Recordings.
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Fighting hard to stay awake & coherent since Dantrolene. Music is constant good. I'm wondering how to, to.... When I'm before the stroke, I used to post the Song Project; there were twenty songs before I gave up. Maybe I start up again, only the ways songs are now to me.

It's hard to post the way the posts look the way before the beginning; maybe it's good practice, just posting.... the way that posts have to look before the long slow cleanup.

Here it goes--
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I’m up, finally. I’m on Dantrolene, and that makes me tired, all the time. Like to the tune of 12 to 18 hours of sleep. Still, it fights my spasticity.

I’m working on music, which I do ninety-five percent of the time, just listening, intently. I know that everybody who knows me thinks they know what I mean, but since my stroke, it’s ten times more; a hundred times. I can’t even describe the extent. That’s my life now: my family (relatives and chosen), and music. That’s going to be the subject of my posts; that and my stroke. I don’t want to say “I’m lucky” about my stroke; certainly I don’t want to hear that from anyone else. But: I can’t conceive of myself any other way now.

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Jan. 22nd, 2012 06:33 pm
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Now, I say that thought is what I have in abundance; what I don’t have is kinds of thought. Sometimes what I had formerly (in abundance, sometimes) is gone, or fractured to the point of uselessness. For instance, math skills that used to be instant are now gone, so much so that I literally can’t remember how I did them. Those skills, I think, are dead. (Yes, I’ve heard of the redundancy of the brain.) Much worse is the part of the brain that used to come up with several ways of wording a thought, with many specific nuances, pretty much instantly, that now comes up with none half of the time.

The previous paragraph took me twenty minutes. And I’m not satisfied with it; it will have to do. Do you understand the difficulty with writing that will have to do, every paragraph I write? (By “you” I mean me: I don’t expect any person to struggle with it but me. Seriously, that keeps me going: that nobody has to read the thing.)
scraps: leviathan (leviathan)
...but I should write every day down; especially as I still forget most things.

I think I should write down it using very short paragraphs; that way I should write down finished things, instead of unfinished things like the writings of the last two years.

I knew that my writings were not up to snuff in several ways, and I was embarrassed by it. And angry.

Finally I went through some fundamental changes in ways I viewed myself. These changes, I stress, were happy-making; when I say I’m not a writer anymore, for instance, I view myself calmly. (Though I still overuse semicolons.) When I say I may be a musician – eventually – I also view myself calmly. These are decisions I made myself with deliberation. Thought is one thing that I have with abundance since my stroke.

I think five paragraphs should be enough when I’m beginning my next life.

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