It's Another One

Happy New Year.  Didn't we just say that a month ago?  It was fun in Chinatown yesterday and celebration was everywhere.  I'm all for the festivities, no matter what the occasion.  As long as we all remember that language abuse will still be frowned upon, partying is all to the good.  This excludes well-chosen profanity, of course.

 

 

Dark Ponderings

Ever have a time in your life that was so bleak and black and hopeless, there seemed no point to it at all?  Maybe there have been many instances.  Ever string all these times together to make a metaphorical black pearl necklace you can never remove?  Kind of like a tattoo that starts on the skin and etches itself all the way down to the nooks and crannies of your DNA?

 

Positive, life-affirming thoughts are all very well but they don't always make any sort of difference to your life itself.  A good attitude is always preferable to a bad one.  Period.  However, really bad lives can happen to people who have grace, dignity and wit.  They can happen to people who are honest and kind.  They can happen to people who clearly deserve better.  They can happen.

 

 

Language Mangling. Again.

It seems the epidemic runs unchecked and I, for one, am aghast.  The latest glaring and widespread misuse has to do with forbidding.  Watch any dreadful television show and you will hear someone forbidding someone else 'from' doing something.  Seriously, Actor/Actress #1 says to Actor /Actress #2 "I forbid you from doing that". 

 

If that sort of hideous breakdown in language usage is not enough to give a person instant apoplexia, I don't know what is.  Did I say 'seriously' yet?  It may bear repeating.

 

For the purposes of clarification, I have to say that one forbids someone to do something or go somewhere.  In the immortal words of Ricky Ricardo, ay yi yi yi yi. 

 

 

 

 

Full Moon & Soundproofing

No, I'm not talking about the rubber room and the fashionable white jacket with the very long sleeves that wrap around and tie at the back.  Both could be considered relevant but not in this instance.

 

The fact is, the full moon affects me strongly.  Exhaustion, yes, check the box beside that one.  Nausea, general malaise, dizziness; check those boxes, too.  Not particularly interesting except that these symptoms are preventing my construction of a soundproof partition.  (It's starting to make sense now, isn't it?)

 

Why do I need a soundproof partition?  That sounds like the title for a school essay, in the same genre as 'Where I went for my summer vacation'.  Yet, it is not.  I need the partition so that my neighbours - and I use the term loosely - cannot hear my music and I can hear them less than I do now.  

 

It comes back full circle to the exhaustion thing.  Too tired to soundproof and need to soundproof because I'm so tired.  Maybe when the moon is waning I'll be able to wax poetically about my sound situation.  It could happen.  

How Difficult Can It Be?

When annoying refrains play over and over in my tiny mind, I can't help but wonder how much empty space is in there. Really, if there's room for a song or expression to play over and over and over and over, we must be talking about a football field of air in my head. Ah, air in the head - hence the expression 'airhead'. So much becomes clear in the dark time of the day. In spite of the lack of light. Paradoxical.

Still wondering, how tough can it be to replace one endless loop in the mind with another. You're then stuck with the second repeating phrase or tune but, at least you put that one there on purpose. Tough or not, you have made your point. All of the sports figures taking up space in your stadium of the mind can get out there and do something to earn their keep. Sports figures. My mind needs to be disinfected. However, this is a 'family' show. Let's stick to any sort of ball game and I won't even crack a smile. I am, after all, a grownup.

Light therapy for SAD?

In actual fact, heavy therapy may be required. The past 16 days have yielded a full four and a half hours of daylight. Soaking up the sunshine becomes a dim and distant memory with stats like that. Of course, Seasonal Affective Disorder doesn't affect everyone - just those who look outside. For those pained souls, a light panel may be the only path to remaining sane. If that's a choice.

Warming to my theme; a heavy panel may work even more effectively. I may lie underneath one (how many people make up a panel these days?) until the weather becomes bright and festive. Wait, festive is over already. Okay, maybe just until there is a wondrous change of life events. God help me, I may be flattened by then.