Feb 29, 2012 14:18
Went to the pyschatrist this morning. Went better than it has, although he did not actually have any helpful advice for me. Oh well. Guess I needed to make an appointment with my talking cure person anyway.
It's an absolutely gorgeous day here and I am sitting in my rocking chair in one of my windows with a mug of coffee. To be honest the weather is sort of worrying and the factory near by is in in the midst of offloading a multicar shipment so there is a lot of squealing trainbrakes and noisy warning horns going on that makes the open window a bit of a disadvantage - although come to think of it the sound the brakes and wheels and tracks make all together is fairly awesome and if I had time for my found sound composition amibitions to be anything more than ambitions and a set of notes I would really need to do some sampling because I think I could make something deeply dreamy and relaxing out of this...
Especially with some human voice stuff hm.
But that is all Things I would like to do if I had time which I do not have time because I am writing intensely political histories of disability and disease instead tah daaaaaah so.
Anyway. Good day. Going well. I'll figure out which way is up in this sea of mid-19th century articles and court cases that use the rhetoric of degeneracy eventually.
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