This is perhaps the last of the Sacks posts. Third in a row, that and music; maybe I'm starting something? perhaps. Few subjects can hold my interest like those of brain injury and music.

I finally got a take a peek at Oliver Sacks' iPod playlist. Of course, he doesn't have an iPod -- "I'm too low-tech," he claims. On that playlist, all ten ( Read more... )

The title of the article is "The Abyss," and in this one word pretty much sums up how I live so much of the time. So much of the time I feel as if I am poised on the edge of an abyss, precariously balanced on the edge of what might be called "normal." I am too normal and high-functioning to be called impaired, and from the other direction I am ( Read more... )

I dreamed I was a hit man ( Read more... )

I note that my back is bowed and hunched. Like the thin waif outside the warm restaurant where affluent people dine, I've been reading the entries of people far stronger than I. I put these people are on my reading list so that I may be inspired by their strength and skill. It's not working the way I had intended. Instead of asking myself "how ( Read more... )

I can't afford to think negatively.

I will get a job.
I will fix these relationships.
I will be happy ( Read more... )

I wonder what it's going to take for me to be really happy. I am not sure I've found that out yet. There are some things I can think of that will make me happy in certain ways ... but they will leave me empty and cold in others ( Read more... )

I'm at Chick-Fil-A, I've got ZOMGLAPTOP (obviously), the wi-fi is working (again, obv), and I just had one of the best fast food customer service experiences I've ever had. I have fresk dark coffee. Daughter Ariann is occupied with the indoor playscape and a couple of other kids ... and I've got to work on the module. I have about 9 days left, ( Read more... )

Today was the obligatory family get-together with mom & dad, mom's older brother Hugh, his son Mark & daughter Marjorie, and dear family friend "Auntie" Jane ( Read more... )

I can't stand stress. Can't. Stand. It. Indeed, this might be part of my Traumatic Brain Injury stuff. The more stressed I get, the more depressed I am. And the more my brain doesn't work right, ands the more irritable I get ( Read more... )

I feel like such a naughty naughty boy ( Read more... )