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I'm feeling like the hornet who, once rescued from the spider web, flew into the light bulb and ended anyway. I banged my head hard on a pole walking in the dark. I had my hands out in front of me, but the pole slid right between. I therefore was a baby rhino for Halloween. I thought I was going to be a Klingon. And while that still ached like crazy, I took a big chunk off a tooth with a plastic fork. Everything hurt, nothing worked, and then I got a social-media message from church: Don't be selfish. At first, I was mad, then I decided to be obedient, and when I stopped thinking about myself, I could work again. Then, this morning, I found a little tick crawling on my arm. I don't know how many others there are. Like I said, I feel like my number has come up, and that could be a happy cop-out as twazy as the world is getting. Any time another atrocity hits the news cycle, I think it's a distraction for:
Trying to do too much with too few resources.
I intentionally slow myself down sometimes.... because I am incredibly selfish (tho not at the expense of others.... I'm just an introverted selfish monster over here in my own corner hurting no one) I'm so selfish I take care of myself because I want to see my grand daughter grow up and become a young woman.
It snowed today, and there is something very wonderful about watching your grandchildren with their little bottoms up leaning over the couch and looking out the window at the flakes falling down.
Meditate. Assess your resources, allocate them accordingly, to quote Mae West "Take it easy you'll last longer" Haste makes waste.
So many things to enjoy in this world without going OCD on some dude with a blonde mop on his head. (As nice as he is.)
If you don't believe the angels take days off, you're not watching the news.
This slow-down beeswax doesn't fly when a boss - for whom one has already quit - keeps demanding one works 3rd shift when one is already working first and second. It doesn't work with a boss who can't feel the pain in one's wrist and so dubs one the house plumber. I'm the crazy, uneducated one. It is for me to follow orders or go on welfare. If I weren't so low-functioning, I'd be taking compensatory education classes whilst at work and getting my English and math skills up to a level where I could bag groceries. But I'm too lazy. I'm already in reverse, so I don't know how I can slow down anymore.
Ah well you are a grown up and can lead your life as you choose, or so our form of government tells us. I did have a pen pal a few years go, she is/was a medical tech, she was trying to just work part time, as she enjoyed her trade ( medical technology is really fascinating IMHO) and wanted a little extra cash flow. Her employer kept insisting she work more and more hours, dumping the overtime on her, until she buckled, stressed out and finally quit. I don't know if she works now or not.... I'm in a perfect place, I can work or NOT as I please. I usually please to work every day if I can, as I love to rack up bills on my cards.
Some of us ARE stress addicts. I could have hidden today and slacked off but I'm dedicated, so I wound up organizing a supply closet that was a real mess, and then put together a notebook for the office. Took an hour break as per union rules I needed that, the class following was a real zoo. Wrote up two hooligans today, I never do that... rather impressed with my own grumpiness.
I'm never good at organizing. The last time I taught high-school physics, I had my brother help me go through the cabinets of unused, dusty equipment. Back then, it seemed most high schools had the football coach or somebody who didn't know much about physics teaching physics. Now, my little niece in 2nd grade is building robots.
Anyway, I'm astounded at how people like my bro can take that much stuff and whip it into a clean and logical layout in less than an hour. I do not have that talent.
Otay. I'm gonna play that song from last night and see how bad it is.
This storage "cage" there was no excuse... teachers had left the building, and just set boxes in there, full of supplies and none were sorted. Also the ASB (usually a bunch of little social=suction girls with sassy attitudes) had done the same... just shoved stuff in there. When I left about five large boxes were empty, shelves were tidier (not perfect) and you could walk into the room.
I've cleaned up a couple of sewing stashes and once a large electrical stash... right now I'm avoiding Dad's equipment stash... tools wires etc lots of it out of date. Took some to good will and also to Habitat for Humanity. There's so much here, I tend to lay down and quit easily, plus I think I'm still angry at the rest of the family for either leaving it here, or not helping. My brother DID just come haul off a large table saw thank goodness. heheh he picked around and took some stuff. You need any solder? Got a box with about 10 large rolls of it. I also have an awful lot of old Marvel comics... they HAVE to be worth something on Ebay.
Enough about me. So where did you see Justin again? Any other nice details? Can I repost to my blog?
It's not like I'm a politician or a spy with need to keep conversations off-the-record; especially when they're in the public domain. Besides, my reputation is damaged enough. You can only make it better.
I wonder what Justin's up to these days, even though it's none of my business. Hey, somebody tell Justin there's demand out here for him to drop us a line from time to time. Catalogs are nice, but people are better. And, borrowing from Martha Stewart, "It's the people who make the catalog."
On that song, I heard it about three more times. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, and it would be fresh in my mind. The song was so obvious, I didn't think I needed to write it down. Then, whilst awake, I'd walk through a doorway or something and realize I'd been playing it in my head, but it evaporated once the subconscious met the conscious. Has any psychologist out there studied the phenomenon? It is not new to me. Well, a fourth night it was a different song, still rather obvious. Last night, I don't recall dreaming any music.
Well write 'em down... you can score music I'm sure. I've found if I sit down at the piano and start scoring, everything else leaves my brain. Quite nice actually.... I haven't written out a score for a while now.
Yes I've done that on occasion, dreamed lovely music, woken up and it evaporates. The temporal lobe just sorta does its own thing, and you have to shut down the frontal lobe in order to get temporal to speak up... Frontal lobe is a big loud mouth analytical beast that takes over conversations in your head, drowns out less developed bits of the brain. Like the temporal lobe.... music central. If you lay down, close your eyes, and "let go" sometimes you can hear the music that's trying to come through.
There that's as "logical" as I can make it. In answer to your question, music is the LEAST studied cognitive function of the brain, because research points toward only 50% of a general population being about to hear music as music. Most just hear clanks and thumps. Seriously. I tried to research it when I cared, and got no where, no data, and what there is, is full of hot air. Musicians who can really do music, tend to be pretty non-analytical, and scientists who study such stuff tend to be tone deaf. Too much frontal lobe activity. Music is more in the world of mysticism I'm afraid.
I often wonder if dogs can smell in harmonies. Or if bumblebees can see harmonics in rainbows and flowers.
I suppose the dogs would smell in harmonies as well as we would stir ingredients together and suppose they were in harmony.
I'd like to know where these people are who can't hear music. I would practice my heart out in front of them. Most folks I know have perfect pitch, or so it seems. I know a couple who can't find the notes to sing, but I think that may be more with output than input.
The stuff I've been dreaming has been just simple melodies, no harmonies. Everything about me is dumbing down. I'm really not good enough to score stuff from memory - melodies and simple harmonies, yes; Rimsky-Korsakov, not yet; but that's the kind of stuff I'd dream as a child.
The smell of chocolate, frosting and nuts all blending into a lovely melody. What a thought.
I know it's hard to believe but we found some people just can't hear music. I suspect a lot of people go to church because they get to sing with others, my Aunt Nancy was like that. She was all about the music, the spiritual stuff was just a side line. And to visit with friends of course.
I don't know if others can do it, but I can hum the words to a song I've never heard, and more or less stay with the melody in church. Caught myself faking it last time I went with my cousin. Didn't know the songs! Music often has a predictable structure.
Gotta go find some dinner. Egg rolls maybe....
I could nitnoid you.
My bro and sis could play along with stuff they never heard, and they probably still can. It used to aggravate the daylights out of me when people would hand out the words to an unfamiliar melody and expect peeps to sing. I really need the notes. I play that way, too. It's why I really admire folks like Julie who can listen to a Moodies' album and isolate the various instruments for perfect emulation in timbre, melody, and chording, and get the "color" right-on, too. Me? A decade or two ago, I declared I was in the geriatric league musically. I can do slow stuff just fine. What's pep?
I don't practice or I would be a better musician. I wander off and read a book. I suspect Julie busts her buns to practice, she's very good at what she does. I can listen to stuff and pick out melody lines, no problem...
Guitar I can lay out the chords with no sheet music or anything. Piano not so much. Lazy musician HERE or I'd be better. Much rather read or write. Or sing, you don't have to tune a voice, or practice.
Heh! We read a story "Dear Diary" in class today, and you bet I was singing the first verse to the song. The kids liked that.
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