"The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary." James D. Nicoll
For years, I have
happily listened to music and films with a pair of old Grado SR60s. I
can listen no more. Several weeks ago, the cable on the 60s gave up
the ghost.
I purchased new
Grado SR125is for $150 on Amazon. Why the SR125s? I had some money and
needed an upgrade. I cannot afford the SR325is or higher. That left the
SR125is or the SR225is in the cost for capability sweet-spot. After
exhaustive web research, I could not justify the additional cost of
the SR225is.
I am aware that the
Grado SR60s are repairable. Long term, I will see to them.
Today, I am
just feeling happy-happy-joy-joy over the sound of my new cans.
I do not normally approve of New Year's resolutions, one should not save making changes to life to only one time of the year. Yet changes have occurred in the last several weeks and wish to address them.
I need to post here more often. I have much I wish to say and have said little. My Multiple Anxiety Disorder has always gotten the better of me. I woke a week ago to find I am in better control than I have been in a decade.
My other resolution, to not forget to take my meds.....
In the first week of February, my mother Patricia finally succumbed to the , Huntington's Disease; she had been fighting for more than a decade. In the end she was in a great deal of pain and simply wanted an end to her struggles.
My mother had always put great faith in her own humor. She saw it as her bounden duty to see herself and others through any of life's little mishaps with laughter.
I remember when I and my sister were children she had a rule that if we were to get into trouble and then make her laugh we would get out of it. She said if she laughed, it could not possibly be to bad.
Reports began last week that Elon Musk
spent a day meeting with Apple executives, and the interwebs went
nuts.
Tesla!
Apple!
You have your Tesla in my Apple.
Get your iTesla off my Lawn!
My take is the sale does not seem
likely. Unless Musk can get something major out of the deal. Remember
Tesla was not started to sell cars, it was started to disrupt the
status quo in the auto industry. A success, I would say.
Tesla is not Musk's baby, taking
humanity to Mars is.
If Apple can offer a pile of money AND
sign on as the the first corporate sponsor? Then it is a possibility.
Since hearing the news, yesterday, I have been near inconsolable. The news was reporting that The Powerpuff Girls are returning to the Cartoon Network on or about 20th of January 2014.
So close to my birthday, it must be a sign from the Universe that I am special.
Chosen.
What am I to to?
I no longer have any friends with little girls to conveniently blame, when asked why the girly show was on.
I answer it was the girls and I was too busy with my fantasy football league and HALO to change the channel. My remarks always elicited a round of high fives.
I remember, when my addiction began to interfere with my life. I remember as if it was only yesterday. It was winter and I was taking entry level bioanthropology class my professor was distributing graded exams, the non human primates.
I did not get mine.
My professor called me aside and asked me to her office. She wanted to know what was my problem, I had answered all the questions with Mojo Jojo quotes.
I turned pale and panicked, I could not her the truth.
How could I? How could anyone?
I made up some spiel, something about being high on the bud during the test.
As a result of my fib, I was suspended from school and I went to jail for a few days.
Fibonacci Sequins? So, why does Ringo Starr get to be on The Powerpuff Girls?
He is nothing special, just rich, famous, and talented. That is it.
My greatest quandary: Buttercup is my favorite, but Bubbles wears blue.
They (not the voices) tell me to buck up and be a man. They (not THE voices, I tell you) tell me that the first step to
getting better is to admit I have a problem.
Perhaps, I am ready.
Hello my name is Christopher and I have been Bubbles, Blossom, and Buttercup free for 20 hours.
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Recently, a most interesting medieval burial was unearthed in Edinburgh, Scotland. A male in an engraved stone casket. He was discovered on the location of a presumed Dominican monastery.
The casket lid had been engraved with a cross and a sword. Both appear to be by the same hand. The latter was crowded and crimped in its rendition as if it had been added later.
Now, I would like to make a WAG and shoot it up the old flagpole:)
Someone came to the monastery and died. They utilized an already existing decorated casket. By adding the sword they made it minimally appropriate for a noble or a solder.
My name is Christopher Geoffries. Until recently, I worked as an archaeologist/anthropologist in South Asia. A bit of a breakdown and a diagnosis of Asperger's syndrome.
I needed a new gig or I wasn’t going to be able to by the ramen.
The only thing I have published, so far, is a single haiku. I am working HARD to become proficient at my new profession.
I was shocked and dismayed to read of Games Workshop's attack on our shared cultural heritage. They are attempting to steal our very words.
In protest, I have put together a little 100,000+ novel about space marines. I call it Chris's Space Marine Extravaganza! It is available at Smashwords here for free.