When the world changed for me on 16 September 2010, it was a path carved out by modern medical science. The science I experienced and will forever bear scars from was only made possible by political realities. In June of 2010 I had turned 24; if not for the Affordable Healthcare Act, I would not have had the bariatric surgery. There are tough ( Read more... )

I was looking through my phone to find something and there it was, a note from yesterday morning saying 'next lj title: a renewed sense of confidence (not arrogance)." I wish I could remember what I was feeling confident about yesterday. It's hard to believe that the note was written about 34 hours ago and it meant something then. A wave of sadness ( Read more... )

thematic fetishism aside, I find myself depressed again. This journal recently has been devoted too much to broad, sweeping generalities. It is the details which matter most and the details that need to be discussed. This could continue, as I could recount days and weeks, rather than hours and minutes. As that silly cliche goes: stay in the moment ( Read more... )

Since a dramatic falling out with the "doctor" I met in April, my social life has taken some rollercoaster whirls. For starters, last Saturday I went to a BBQ that was a dud; hung out with one friend that lived nearby; went to dinner with another; hung out with my sister and her boyfriend; then went to the gay bar, karaoke, and the doughnut shop ( Read more... )

Anyone familiar or not familiar with this blog ought know me (as few have stumbled across it accidentally) and be aware of my need to place things in a chronological order; to locate any item, a person, and event in time and space --as is currently understood by Western society --is almost a fetish of mine. This caveat was meant at what hopefully ( Read more... )

Picture it, the late 1970s. A redneck town is experiencing population growth and the need to build new houses. There is lots of farmland to convert to houses near the newish, experimental high school, Beyer. The houses are built and the street on the East side of the school has the 5 houses which will serve as the model homes for the subdivision ( Read more... )

Careful reflection indicates there are various reasons why I shouldn't update livejournal, or have one anymore. Since the beginning, this began as a vanity project. Most of my life I have felt ignored, and my response to counteract that has been to shout. And shout loudly. As I said before, from 2001-2011 I sort of used Dark Side of the Moon as my ( Read more... )

Has it really been that long since my last entry? Was I still in the thicket of student teaching ( Read more... )

I love the thrill, the rush, of the beginning of an album. The sounds that begin Sleater-Kinney's 7th, and final album, The Woods (2005) have been haunting me a lot the past few days. I've had a few other thoughts and songs on my mind as well, but "The Fox" sticks with me the most. The beginning of the end, if you will ( Read more... )

The spirit of the '60s, whatever that is, has been on my mind a lot lately. Actually, I've just been thinking about the world, post-World War II a lot lately. I think about the last 60-65 years in terms of culture, politics, economics, nearly every aspect I can think of. Of course, I primarily view it all through the lens of America & "Western" ( Read more... )