Music and The Olde Questione

So there's that old questionay--if you had to lose your sight or your hearing, which would you choose? I always choose to lose my sight. Apparently hearing impaired people get quite depressed because they feel cut off from people, so that's something; but of course my main consideration has always been Losing Music.

I know someone who doesn't listen to music, because she's always making up her own music in her head, so the stuff out loud just competes with her head music and it gets all noisy. Maybe someone like that could handle the whole Hearing Impairation. But I'm no composer, I have zero originality in that area; I depend on the artists to bring it to me.

There's lots of nice sights that one would miss, but... in general I think Seeing Things are easier to replace. Getting around town, buildings etc. would be the biggest hindrance for me. But I could still write, and I could still read, and I could still have long conversations with my friends, and those are three of my principal joys cause I'm not a very visual person. (You could ask me the colour of any of my friends' eyes--I have no idea.)

But you just can't replace music. I'm reading the Aerosmith biography right now, and Steven Tyler (who spent his childhood sitting under a piano... when he wasn't skinning animals) argues that music delivers a bigger emotional punch than any other art form. For me, that's true. I think that's exactly what a soundtrack is for in a movie--to simulate emotion. You're being informed: This is how this character feels mourning his wife / or falling in love / or making the touchdown.

Then again... no more pretty boys to look at.
That would suck. :-p

not a fairy tale!

Lord what am I going to do about all this sleeping! I took my sleepy-headache pills at 11 PM last night, but I still slept from 4 AM to 2 PM - ten hours. And ever since taking these pills I sleep so deep that I have really vivid, clear dreams, and remember them better than I used to... which is kind of disturbing. It's like living a second life. Well... I'll try taking the pills even earlier tonight, see what happens.

Academia is a scary place

I love how you can be doing a search of academic articles, and come up with both these titles, side by side:

16.	Native Lithuanian Musical Instruments Juozas Žilevičius; Valentine Matelis Stable URL: http://links.jstor.org/sici?sici=0027-4631%28193501%2921%3A1%3C99%3ANLMI%3E2.0.CO%3B2-C NOTE: This article contains high-quality images. Article Information | Page of First Match | Print | Download | Save Citation
17.	Killing the Police: Myths and Motives Mona Margarita Stable URL: http://links.jstor.org/sici?sici=0002-7162%28198011%29452%3C63%3AKTPMAM%3E2.0.CO%3B2-P Article Information | Page of First Match | Print | Download | Save Citation

heads and rooms

Okay. I cleaned my room.

Today I had to make the 2 hour trek to my headache doctor (and made my next appt in May when school is OVER.) While my headache's have absolutely gotten better, she wants them down to the point of only a few times per month--I still have low grade headaches almost every day (though for me this is much much better than before.) So now I'm being pumped up to 50mg of my drug. Great... instead of sleeping 10 hours a night I'll sleep for 15.

Despair

I write really awkwardly about stats. I just dared re-read some of my stats paper, and it doesn't even sound like me. Lord this thing needs to be re-written.

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I'm gonna go clean my room.

"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"

" Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern"

Sigh. I'm having trouble working on my MA Essay. I've had a cold all week, and though I sleeps and sleeps and sleeps... still the cold... still the no energy. I can't even use the usual procrastination technique of cooking, cause -- the no energy.

It's not helping that I've been doing homework in bed all year. Possibly it is time to relaunch the desk. I just haven't been in a desk mood. I don't like my desk.

And also not helping, that I can't find the kind of information I need for my paper. All the other things I have to do to improve and expand it are pretty straight forward, but for this one I'm digging... digging... and not turning up much. Meh! Meh meh meh! But I have to get work done on this now, before conferences start--otherwise the time I'm spending at home, not taking on extra shifts, no TA money yet, will be like totally wasted.

Oh well. Hopefully the colditude will have passed by tomorrow. And hopefully I'll strike oil on this seemingly hopeless googling.

"All hope abandon, ye who enter in!"

Back on the Nets!

First day back to school and I'm getting a sickitude! But just a cold, no biggie. Actually, to save hours for the grading my prof's not requiring we attend class, so I can sit at home and work on my MA essay until Jan 28. Then the 6 conferences begin! (I'm doing a half-TAship extra, to make a little extra dough.) Well, unless there is enough time in my contract to attend some classes and grade--I guess she'll let me know once it's calculated.

Anyway. So I am only just catching up on my internetahj--updated my Christmas photos to facebook. But look at this old pic I found on my other computer-->I tell you, once Christmas gets into your clothes, there's no getting it out!


I remember those ornaments. I miss them.

Anyway. I gotta go sleep off the coldy, but first I want to post my Christmas supper-ahj recipes to my foodie blog. I really enjoyed making it--I cooked through about 4 movies (I have a mini TV in my kitchen.) I like cooking alone, at a slow pace, relaxed, one thing at a time, washing as I go... I think I watched... old Pride and Prejudice... State and Main... Christmas Carol... and oh ya The Belles of St Trinian's. I eventually had to put on running shoes cause my feet were so sore from standing.

We didn't have a sit-down supper, though--we just ate a new course whenever we felt moved to do so. We were so relaxed about the Christmas planning, that it ended up Perfect. The food (and H's apple cider) all worked out, we all sort of rolled out of bed and sluffed down to Paul's at the same time, and we had lots of conversation and laughs, none of the sibling combos fought (or husband and wife combo) etc. Anyway, all is narrated on facebook in my photo album.