A collection of items previously stored in notebooks, garbage cans or the brain of an Earth dweller.
I am the person who has sold off all of my music equipment a total of 3 times and 3 times I have repurchased almost identical gear. I am the failed hobbyist.
CRACK THE SKULL
The failed hobbyist is the person who thinks
NORMAL KIDS
I don’t have kids but from time to time I get a chance to observe kids in the comfort of their native environs. It seems that a child’s awareness of a visitor’s presence puts them in a mood for entertaining. It’s a little like being at a zoo: there are a lot of people standing around watching every gesture made by these creatures, listening to every errant sound made purposefully or otherwise and delighting in the whole spectacle. Then someone feeds them and we all go home. Having many opportunities to watch these events has resulted in a resurrection of memories from the dusty photo albums of my brain. Recollections of my own weird childhood habits and idiosyncrasies sting with embarrassment. Some of them are shameful and others possibly punishable by law. I’m not quite sure where the habit of wearing sweatpants under jeans during all seasons of the year lies in that spectrum though.
HUH?
If you’re wondering, “Who ever did that” or “Did the author do that” then let me answer the question. I did that. Admitting this oddity is easy and maybe even surprising is the large number of “audiences” I have shared this with.
ONE YEAR
My yearlong journey of perpetual lower extremity warmth is one I recount with
Silly terms and wordage are rampant in hospitals. The paradoxical (blank) is an overused explanation and a generally unwelcome event. Examples include paradoxical breathing: the chest moves in when the person is breathing in. That’s not normal. Paradoxical reactions to sedatives: people get “lively” instead of sleepy. That’s inconvenient for all parties involved. The following is a social experiment you may feel free to engage in. If you are presented with any of the following situations, consider employing its corresponding “paradoxical reaction”.
Situation: A person approaches you, angry, ready for a confrontation.
Paradoxical Reaction: Take a nap.
Let’s try another one….
Situation: You are presented with a delicious plate of food.
Paradoxical Reaction: Produce a baby cow…commence to bottle nurse it.
I can see logistical challenges with these. How about this….
I saw a movie trailer recently for a movie about these two scientists who combine human DNA with animal DNA and create a new creature altogether. I wasn’t able to get a good look at the creature due to the disorienting pace at which the scenes reeled off. I suppose that was the desired effect. “Make the audience feel confused and they will default to feelings of suspense in the presence of a mutant.” Makes sense. So, without getting to look at this character, I don’t know what Ol’ Hollywood’s bringing to the table this time. Might be garbage. Well, I decided to do a little sketch of my own of what it might be like when the lines between what is human and what is animal are blurred. How about it, Tinseltown? Oh, and, happy birthday to my dad.
