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It has already been forgotten, and put on a back shelf. Fear of another attack was high, now it too is gone. What we have left is a campaign for president in which we have someone who supports the continued war against the perpetrators of 9/11 versus a “man” who would have immediately dialed Bin Laden and asked for parley. We have a man who himself would have retaliated, probably no better or worse than President Bush versus a man who would have offered reparations to solve the issues of our transgression (yours and mine, not his per se). We have come so far in 7 years, we might as well not have been attacked, thanks to a president who did what was necessary, obviously. Actually, we have lost ground on social and fiscal grounds and internationally, apparently returning to the hippie 60’s and 70’s era politics. Hopefully, in another 10 or 20 years, most of that disease will be dead, some of them buried, others just stinking up the place as they always have.
I still remember Democrats complaining out of one side of their mouth that President Bush was not doing enough. He sent too few troops, even McCain joined them here. As the President knew, I suspect, the full force of the military could not be tied to one spot, and a spot very far away. With real nuclear and other WMDs in these modern times, and with the probability that muslims own these, the risk was too great. Sending what we did was a very risky, if necessary, thing. As well, the possibility that troops would be needed elsewhere, even domestically, had to be given weight in considerations. Once more surety was had, more troops went, if not “exactly” when it had become clearer that they were secure there might be arguable. Though, when facing muslims with WMDs, how safe is it, ever? As for delivering democracy to Iraq, I actually think that was a forced issue. Part of the propaganda (yes, it happens on both sides) for the war was this notion, I think he was held to it by the very people who opposed the invasion, a talking point and expense by our communists, not a humanitarian issue. They would happily see our troops die in vast swaths (and try to make it so when they have a president or just congress (Somalia, U.N. run Yugo thing, de-funding of South Vietnam, demands for the withdrawal from Iraq, etc.), and they would happily welcome another Katrina, though they need a democratic controlled state so that the incompetence of the thing can be placed at the feet of D.C. While, out of the other side of their mouths, they were complaining that he was not doing enough, wanting more money for everything but that which has proven to have worked. Preparedness only goes so far, especially when channeled through the corrupt Democratic Principalities, such as NYC and such. Spending money preparing for an attack while attempting to de-fund an offensive defense has proven foolish, and the elections may well bear this out, if they follow the logic of the thing in that our wars and current laws have prevented attacks while preparing for the attacks (all that extra money spent) has done nothing.
I am amazed that in the time since the attack, Americans have moved further from God, from country, and closer to the leftism which has both invited the attack and welcomed it. The nation seems more split, with a stronger Democratic party than before, at least if it had not been for the sparing between minority groups vying for the main office. John McCain would be a Democrat in any other age of America, and a left leaning one at that. He is not another President Bush, he is an L.B.J to Bush's Kennedy-like style perhaps. Whatever, he is creepy. And Palin is the democrat’s and feminist’s so called dream woman, one they could never produce however, often due to the rest of the soft issues the left has in connecting with mainstream Americans, or lying to them well enough to get past that. And, the left has underestimated the sexism involved. Those women who would have voted for Hillary, were, many of them, voting for the vagina. Have no doubts. If she had been Rice, I bet the black vote, too, would have become divided as well. Only "minorities" may be unimpeachably prejudiced in this nation, legally and morally, anyway, and according to the left.
Yes, 9/11 has been forgotten. The victims are buried. Unlike broadcasters who, even today, said they did not want to call them victims, as if that sullied their name, I call the people who died that day what they were! (On Fox, you know.) A new building is going up, being planned, whatever. A crescent shaped memorial, pointing correctly to satisfy the most ardent muslim, is underway for the victims of flight 93 (last I heard, thanks for that people, appeasement is so tasty, like key-lime cyanide pie). And, the American people are voting for a socialist pig and feminist who might defend them versus a muslim communist pig who most certainly will not defend them. And, I am left to write this, hoping it will not get me arrested. Still, as someone once pondered aloud, half in query, maybe it does not get better than this?
No worries, until they knock on my door and take me away (and maybe even then), I can still laugh about some of it (come on, dumbo, the three stooges parodies when Hillary was still in, anything Mugambe, I mean, Obomber says, most of the arse seeking reporter reports (those noses look like shoe polish has been applied), the foolishness of the thing (even if it is sad to see a horse die, watching it run IN TO a burning barn can be considered humorous should nothing be possible to stop or alter the thing, if darkly… I can do that), and watching feminists rip themselves to shreds deciding if Palin is, indeed, a woman (reminds me of the 60’s to 70’s Olympics gaffes, with three judge's hands down a “female” Russian Olympian, one saying “It’s a boy”, another, “It’s a girl”, a third saying “It’s both!”). If I were a monkey, like one of the runners-up in the "most stupid" contest, but in a cage where I belonged, I would be flinging merde and laughing the whole time. I suppose as a gaffer, I am predisposed to gaffs, suspicion, doubts, and a decent share of humor, if some of it dark. Still, that 9/11 has been lost on a people who could be great and who have shown grace and wisdom at times, it is a bitter pill, one of the saddest I have had to swallow.
I almost thought about just saying what I think, but decided against it. Anyway...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
School and yes, some politics.
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Physics is going well. That is to be expected. It is basic physics, a semester long recap of the 2 semester high school equivalent. Still, I has been over 20 years since I took this material, barring the C- accelerated physics I (for engineers), which left me reeling. I learned nothing and could not keep up, so I really do not count that. Of course, there was a LOT of cheating going on in that class. Everything from talking during the test to pre-set calculators. I am not sure how I would have done in a fair fight. Unimportant, I have to do what I can. Still, since I expect to do better, I do put in the time, and I have a decent mind, I decided to take a lower physics course to get a needed refreshment of the material before trying to slog through the second engineering physics course. I am quite pleased I did, I think now, that though I am a quick study, there were little gaps in my understanding. So far this is a simple class. I am sure, if I do not keep on top of it however, that the complexity could build quickly. I would like to go in and talk to the TA’s in any case, just to make sure I am staying on track and perhaps get advice on extra study. I want to nail physics down, and perhaps begin to rethink it to include calculus based physics. I honestly like physics, as I thought I had remembered. It is good to see a memory prove out.
Probability and statistics for engineers, on the other hand, is a bit of work. I will need to get in to the lab they offer, and begin tinkering after doing that and from that. I am willing to do extra problems, to think about the material, and to work hard, but I will not be able to do that solo. I believe I can get this material. My worry is remembering all of the various functions and how they work and interact. The mathematics involved, to this point, is rather simple (if it would be extremely time consuming to do by hand). There are many details, quite a few variations within variations, such as permutations and combinations having various ways of solution, depending on how many of the sample space components are used, for example. I am really nervous about this, but I think I can do well. And, as with physics, I wish to do well in this class. If I am to have any hopes of graduate school, then on into research and development, this material is vital.
My illness seems to keep coming back. The sniffles here, a bit of fever there, a cough now and again, and exhaustion all around. All but the exhaustion are rather fleeting. I am not sure what to do about it, I know the doctor, as far as I can trust him, would just say “Drink more fluids.”, or “Rest more and stay indoors when it is cool.”, or something equally useless. They have no clue and do not want one. I think, where I am concerned, they are unwilling to help. I think they would like to cut ties, I am not even a good guinea pig as I do not take medicines as regularly as they would like and will veto anything that simply does not work. I also actually expect to be treated honestly and well, neither seems to be available where I go. It used to be a good hospital, then they merged it with Des Moines, folding it into that rather than the other way around, and they ruined it. I think they did not want any body getting better treatment than anyone else. Well, that is social medicine I guess. I think they work to keep me out of school. It is sort of like the new reservation. Success, work, and education are a threat to their bureaucracy. Believe what you will.
I keep waffling, regarding the election. John McCain is a socialist, and not the best of the lot. Sarah Palin seems to be as well, with her tax on “oil revenues”. She is a skirt socialist, it is something she has absolutely no control over. (Remember when your Mom made sure everybody got the exact same thing, the same amount, or the same time, regardless of reality or creativity? Yeah, like that.) And, the Republicans keep offering RINO candidates over and over and over again? I am not sure if they are 1.) edging toward the leadership of progressives 2.) in league with progressives and trying to destroy the Republican party 3.) absolutely out of their minds 4.) all of the above. They have chosen, and offered, poorly.
And yet I cannot help but see a communist for what he is. His color matches his intent. His stated religion belies his words, even if his handler “helped” him out. A nation, our nation, under Obomber would resemble any European socialism, and could end up reflecting far worse. The only thing that has kept this nation, so far, out of true socialist/communist statism has been either a “conservative” president or congress. The rest of the government is gearing up for a full fledged house of horrors. Many of the bureaucracies are without solid realistic oversight, the IRS is way out of bounds, the ATF and even the “forest rangers” now have militarized hit squads (and they have been busy). The CIA, and the military (in the wrong hands), are not our friends. They would kill whoever, passing out band-aids to whoever survived or accidentally got in the way, then play “kiss and make up” afterwards, and at the point of a gun. And the FBI is whatever the president says it is. There is far too much government, just waiting to “serve us”, to be left in the hands of a man who honestly most likely hates most of us. He has no choice, given who he works with. What he owes to the people who brought him to this point is every American’s worst nightmare. Black Theology, Marxist socialism and communism, re-education, eliminations. Make no doubt, this man is bad to the bone, rotted to the soul, and altogether evil. Hell, he even has the press purring for him. Imagine if Stalin had not needed to develop his propaganda, or enforce it. That is what we have with the news, FOX included.
The only reason I seem to be swaying towards a vote for McCain is because I am not sure a vote for Obomber or no vote would end up eliminating actual elections, if they are not already finished. After the last 4 cycles, I am wondering if the best we can hope for is a slower march into totalitarianism with people like Bush I, Bush II, McCain, and who knows next, or a plunge into dark times with a dark candidate, or woman. The Republican party deserves, needs to be, stomped out of existence and rebuilt from the ashes. I just do not think this is the time for it. The odds are too high for a complete loss of the little choice we do have.
Many of the middle class liberals I know are complaining that their lot in life has not increased in the last 10 years. They are finding bills are getting larger compared to pay. And, that may be true. Has any of them stopped to wonder why? It is because the Bushes and Clinton were all socialists. What they have implemented is bringing us ever closer to a complete socialism. What socialism always does is split the rich from the poor at greater and greater levels. It happens every time, whenever socialism becomes dominant. At some point, if the nation continues, the rich become a small easy plum, ripe for the picking. Then it is called communism. They are not different, just different points in the disease. And, we are fairly well infected. Tipping point though? Close.
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Physics is going well. That is to be expected. It is basic physics, a semester long recap of the 2 semester high school equivalent. Still, I has been over 20 years since I took this material, barring the C- accelerated physics I (for engineers), which left me reeling. I learned nothing and could not keep up, so I really do not count that. Of course, there was a LOT of cheating going on in that class. Everything from talking during the test to pre-set calculators. I am not sure how I would have done in a fair fight. Unimportant, I have to do what I can. Still, since I expect to do better, I do put in the time, and I have a decent mind, I decided to take a lower physics course to get a needed refreshment of the material before trying to slog through the second engineering physics course. I am quite pleased I did, I think now, that though I am a quick study, there were little gaps in my understanding. So far this is a simple class. I am sure, if I do not keep on top of it however, that the complexity could build quickly. I would like to go in and talk to the TA’s in any case, just to make sure I am staying on track and perhaps get advice on extra study. I want to nail physics down, and perhaps begin to rethink it to include calculus based physics. I honestly like physics, as I thought I had remembered. It is good to see a memory prove out.
Probability and statistics for engineers, on the other hand, is a bit of work. I will need to get in to the lab they offer, and begin tinkering after doing that and from that. I am willing to do extra problems, to think about the material, and to work hard, but I will not be able to do that solo. I believe I can get this material. My worry is remembering all of the various functions and how they work and interact. The mathematics involved, to this point, is rather simple (if it would be extremely time consuming to do by hand). There are many details, quite a few variations within variations, such as permutations and combinations having various ways of solution, depending on how many of the sample space components are used, for example. I am really nervous about this, but I think I can do well. And, as with physics, I wish to do well in this class. If I am to have any hopes of graduate school, then on into research and development, this material is vital.
My illness seems to keep coming back. The sniffles here, a bit of fever there, a cough now and again, and exhaustion all around. All but the exhaustion are rather fleeting. I am not sure what to do about it, I know the doctor, as far as I can trust him, would just say “Drink more fluids.”, or “Rest more and stay indoors when it is cool.”, or something equally useless. They have no clue and do not want one. I think, where I am concerned, they are unwilling to help. I think they would like to cut ties, I am not even a good guinea pig as I do not take medicines as regularly as they would like and will veto anything that simply does not work. I also actually expect to be treated honestly and well, neither seems to be available where I go. It used to be a good hospital, then they merged it with Des Moines, folding it into that rather than the other way around, and they ruined it. I think they did not want any body getting better treatment than anyone else. Well, that is social medicine I guess. I think they work to keep me out of school. It is sort of like the new reservation. Success, work, and education are a threat to their bureaucracy. Believe what you will.
I keep waffling, regarding the election. John McCain is a socialist, and not the best of the lot. Sarah Palin seems to be as well, with her tax on “oil revenues”. She is a skirt socialist, it is something she has absolutely no control over. (Remember when your Mom made sure everybody got the exact same thing, the same amount, or the same time, regardless of reality or creativity? Yeah, like that.) And, the Republicans keep offering RINO candidates over and over and over again? I am not sure if they are 1.) edging toward the leadership of progressives 2.) in league with progressives and trying to destroy the Republican party 3.) absolutely out of their minds 4.) all of the above. They have chosen, and offered, poorly.
And yet I cannot help but see a communist for what he is. His color matches his intent. His stated religion belies his words, even if his handler “helped” him out. A nation, our nation, under Obomber would resemble any European socialism, and could end up reflecting far worse. The only thing that has kept this nation, so far, out of true socialist/communist statism has been either a “conservative” president or congress. The rest of the government is gearing up for a full fledged house of horrors. Many of the bureaucracies are without solid realistic oversight, the IRS is way out of bounds, the ATF and even the “forest rangers” now have militarized hit squads (and they have been busy). The CIA, and the military (in the wrong hands), are not our friends. They would kill whoever, passing out band-aids to whoever survived or accidentally got in the way, then play “kiss and make up” afterwards, and at the point of a gun. And the FBI is whatever the president says it is. There is far too much government, just waiting to “serve us”, to be left in the hands of a man who honestly most likely hates most of us. He has no choice, given who he works with. What he owes to the people who brought him to this point is every American’s worst nightmare. Black Theology, Marxist socialism and communism, re-education, eliminations. Make no doubt, this man is bad to the bone, rotted to the soul, and altogether evil. Hell, he even has the press purring for him. Imagine if Stalin had not needed to develop his propaganda, or enforce it. That is what we have with the news, FOX included.
The only reason I seem to be swaying towards a vote for McCain is because I am not sure a vote for Obomber or no vote would end up eliminating actual elections, if they are not already finished. After the last 4 cycles, I am wondering if the best we can hope for is a slower march into totalitarianism with people like Bush I, Bush II, McCain, and who knows next, or a plunge into dark times with a dark candidate, or woman. The Republican party deserves, needs to be, stomped out of existence and rebuilt from the ashes. I just do not think this is the time for it. The odds are too high for a complete loss of the little choice we do have.
Many of the middle class liberals I know are complaining that their lot in life has not increased in the last 10 years. They are finding bills are getting larger compared to pay. And, that may be true. Has any of them stopped to wonder why? It is because the Bushes and Clinton were all socialists. What they have implemented is bringing us ever closer to a complete socialism. What socialism always does is split the rich from the poor at greater and greater levels. It happens every time, whenever socialism becomes dominant. At some point, if the nation continues, the rich become a small easy plum, ripe for the picking. Then it is called communism. They are not different, just different points in the disease. And, we are fairly well infected. Tipping point though? Close.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
I have a sneaking suspicion that I have been placed on placeboes.
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I am going to check and see if I can find a place that will test the efficacy of medications, suggesting that I may have a bad batch. These medicines are not working, at all. With the change in doctors and his hostility toward my regimen added to what is ended up a dump in capacity, I have a right, or obligation, to suspicion. If I find this to be the case, I will withdraw from all medications, school, and begin making other plans. I will, of course, let you know. I am that suspicious, and pretty sure, but it will take some testing. Usually, when I take the medication, I do not feel this wiped out. Currently, whether I take the medication or not, I am extremely tired. Of course, there is the potential that the medicine stopped working right about the time I got the new doctor.
I have not regained any bounce since getting over being sick. I can barely get myself motivated, I have little energy when I do, I can sleep on these medicines (which I have not been able to do to now). Forget working out. Forget extra time at school. Though I can stay awake longer periods of time (think, regular day), it is ‘just barely’ to ‘sometimes not quite’. If my suspicions are wrong, I am in trouble. If they are right, I am likewise in trouble. At least if I am correct, I know what is going on. And yes, if they are tinkering with me, I will do what I had told them before, I will dump all the medicines, quit school, and head out.
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I am going to check and see if I can find a place that will test the efficacy of medications, suggesting that I may have a bad batch. These medicines are not working, at all. With the change in doctors and his hostility toward my regimen added to what is ended up a dump in capacity, I have a right, or obligation, to suspicion. If I find this to be the case, I will withdraw from all medications, school, and begin making other plans. I will, of course, let you know. I am that suspicious, and pretty sure, but it will take some testing. Usually, when I take the medication, I do not feel this wiped out. Currently, whether I take the medication or not, I am extremely tired. Of course, there is the potential that the medicine stopped working right about the time I got the new doctor.
I have not regained any bounce since getting over being sick. I can barely get myself motivated, I have little energy when I do, I can sleep on these medicines (which I have not been able to do to now). Forget working out. Forget extra time at school. Though I can stay awake longer periods of time (think, regular day), it is ‘just barely’ to ‘sometimes not quite’. If my suspicions are wrong, I am in trouble. If they are right, I am likewise in trouble. At least if I am correct, I know what is going on. And yes, if they are tinkering with me, I will do what I had told them before, I will dump all the medicines, quit school, and head out.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Children
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I happened to be goofing, then I turned on the tube for some background sound. After flicking through the channels, I landed on something that sounded interesting. Then I became interested enough to actually watch occasionally. Then, I became glued to the darned thing. I started watching something about an accident. The story, as I was finding out, dealt with an accident in which several people were killed and several were injured. Two of the young women in the accident seem to have been mistakenly identified. One had died the other had been severely injured. The families are interviewed, long after the fact, and yet you can see the trauma. The pain they felt then creeps into the now of the time of the interview. How much they lost, the mother’s, father’s, and sisters is incredible. And then I realized something. As painful as it seemed, I am absolutely sure none of them would have rather not had the daughter. How much love must there be to, without any contest, to go through that kind of pain rather than not?
I know that wealth of grace is something I desire. I do not lust for it. I do not wish to own it, as I see from the interviews it is not something that is owned. I only wish to see it myself. I somehow do not think I will go through that sort of pain, necessarily, though I know there will be pain. I will never be able to love without pain, and great pain. It is a part of the deal. But, should I find a way to a full home and great love and lose it all, I know I will still have been a richer man by far. With faith, I also know I will have pleased my God, if I would also begrudge Him their presence.
I have already known loss. I have lost so many. Some of those were too close too lose. I have died with those. Even those who were not that close took little pieces of me. Friends, kin, and blood, lost. I cry, even now, when I forget not to go too far. And yet, I think my children would be closer than anything I have know, as well as my spouse, if in a slightly different way. Sometimes I wonder if I ask for more than I should. I wonder how much more I can lose, how much more I should risk losing. Still, that is precisely what I beg.
I think I will pray for all parents. Whether they must suffer the loss of a child or not, I only pray that they may know the worth of what they have and let that lead them to be the best parents they can be. I pray that their leadership guides their children to right choices. What an amazing gift they have been given. I hope they do not have the hubris to think they were the makers. I hope they understand, regardless of probability, they did not choose, they are not able to make such choices. They only opened themselves up to such an event, wisely or not. The child is, of it’s own accord, as God has allowed. An amazing grace.
If this makes me a fool, if it should come to fruition, I will be a happy fool.
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I happened to be goofing, then I turned on the tube for some background sound. After flicking through the channels, I landed on something that sounded interesting. Then I became interested enough to actually watch occasionally. Then, I became glued to the darned thing. I started watching something about an accident. The story, as I was finding out, dealt with an accident in which several people were killed and several were injured. Two of the young women in the accident seem to have been mistakenly identified. One had died the other had been severely injured. The families are interviewed, long after the fact, and yet you can see the trauma. The pain they felt then creeps into the now of the time of the interview. How much they lost, the mother’s, father’s, and sisters is incredible. And then I realized something. As painful as it seemed, I am absolutely sure none of them would have rather not had the daughter. How much love must there be to, without any contest, to go through that kind of pain rather than not?
I know that wealth of grace is something I desire. I do not lust for it. I do not wish to own it, as I see from the interviews it is not something that is owned. I only wish to see it myself. I somehow do not think I will go through that sort of pain, necessarily, though I know there will be pain. I will never be able to love without pain, and great pain. It is a part of the deal. But, should I find a way to a full home and great love and lose it all, I know I will still have been a richer man by far. With faith, I also know I will have pleased my God, if I would also begrudge Him their presence.
I have already known loss. I have lost so many. Some of those were too close too lose. I have died with those. Even those who were not that close took little pieces of me. Friends, kin, and blood, lost. I cry, even now, when I forget not to go too far. And yet, I think my children would be closer than anything I have know, as well as my spouse, if in a slightly different way. Sometimes I wonder if I ask for more than I should. I wonder how much more I can lose, how much more I should risk losing. Still, that is precisely what I beg.
I think I will pray for all parents. Whether they must suffer the loss of a child or not, I only pray that they may know the worth of what they have and let that lead them to be the best parents they can be. I pray that their leadership guides their children to right choices. What an amazing gift they have been given. I hope they do not have the hubris to think they were the makers. I hope they understand, regardless of probability, they did not choose, they are not able to make such choices. They only opened themselves up to such an event, wisely or not. The child is, of it’s own accord, as God has allowed. An amazing grace.
If this makes me a fool, if it should come to fruition, I will be a happy fool.
Sick
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Sick, not as in the term cool, this means unhealthy. The first week of school was very difficult. The work was not that bad, I was only taking 3 classes, now down to 2 classes, yet I could not seem to get going. I finally figured it out. Monday I started suffering the sniffles. I had a noticeable cough by last Friday. Then it dawned on me, I was sick. I was very sick. I took my temp, 99 to 100 F. I think I was sick all of last week and most of this week. I am still weak, tired, and concentration is difficult.
I made it through the weeks though. I attended all but one class. I have completed my homework to date. And I think I did ok on the quiz Friday. I have not been working out or swimming. I really need to get back to it. I have been getting up early, before 6:00 most days, even knowing I would not be going swimming. I have also been trying to make sure to eat twice a day. I would like to add a breakfast, but I think I will wait until I begin swimming again. It was such a tough few weeks, I could not figure it out. I think I was pretty sick, odd that I did not realize it.
The illness was not all of it. My fears had crept in. Being in 100 people plus classes, walking from class to class through large crowds, worry about understanding, trying to study through the seeming boredom, worry about testing, and things like that add to the difficulty. I think boredom, in these cases and for me, is just a form of exhaustion caused from ill use of my facilities in these matters. Yes, my brain just gets tired. I think, once I get my feet under me again, I will do fine. Actually, I am doing fine. I was just struggling with more than I knew.
I keep running into political notions, few of which are worth my time. I am coming around to the idea that voting for McStupid may be the only practical and realistic option. He is moderate, he will do no better than President Bush regarding illegal aliens, Supreme Court justices (beyond, I do not think he can be forced to make the right decision with the judiciary), U.N. involvements, quota and preferential treatment (obviously, I think he has something kinky going with his mom?), and any of a dozen other issues. In these, he will be little different from Obomber. I am no more enamored of his international style than I am of either President Bush or Obomber. President Bush was overly cautious (and perhaps optimistic). McCain would be even more timid, and worse, a bit more regimented. He would forget that he is president and try to play general (where Obomber would just do things, like Clinton, which unwisely and unnecessarily endanger our troops purely out of spite for being a geek, snob, and loser who never could have cut it, without quotas, in the service).
What does McStupid bring to the game? He is not AS leftist as Obomber. He would not, after being attacked like on 9/11, decide to ask what concessions could be made to his friends and family, I mean the enemy, so as to become friends. He is not quite as anti-business, though I think his whole green platform is outrageous, anti-business and anti-American in it’s notion and implementation. His reforms, to date, seem based on stripping the Constitutional rights of citizens to free speech, plugging up outside sources of income for the political processes (which the left immediately dodged, while conservatives are just catching up, great reform… just makes sure only those which can afford a law firm, pressure groups, PACs, and special interest groups behind them can run, thanks McIdiot!). Well, there are a few things, somewhere.
He is as good of a solution as a spare tire. He is a little short, a little odd, not up to par, not up to speed, but he will not roll backwards (or very far very fast). Obomber is a set of race car tires… which magically only go the opposite direction the driver needs to go. They might as well have Malcom X (yes, I know how the idiot actually spelled his name) up for election. And, honestly, as long as he was black, I do not think the left would care who or what he stands for, except Clarence Thomas… they want an Uncle Tom, nothing else will do. They ARE voting for color, and the least of it. They even believe he is “beautiful”. I bet they love the orcs in Lord of the Rings, too.
I might have been sick, but at least I am not grumpy.
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Sick, not as in the term cool, this means unhealthy. The first week of school was very difficult. The work was not that bad, I was only taking 3 classes, now down to 2 classes, yet I could not seem to get going. I finally figured it out. Monday I started suffering the sniffles. I had a noticeable cough by last Friday. Then it dawned on me, I was sick. I was very sick. I took my temp, 99 to 100 F. I think I was sick all of last week and most of this week. I am still weak, tired, and concentration is difficult.
I made it through the weeks though. I attended all but one class. I have completed my homework to date. And I think I did ok on the quiz Friday. I have not been working out or swimming. I really need to get back to it. I have been getting up early, before 6:00 most days, even knowing I would not be going swimming. I have also been trying to make sure to eat twice a day. I would like to add a breakfast, but I think I will wait until I begin swimming again. It was such a tough few weeks, I could not figure it out. I think I was pretty sick, odd that I did not realize it.
The illness was not all of it. My fears had crept in. Being in 100 people plus classes, walking from class to class through large crowds, worry about understanding, trying to study through the seeming boredom, worry about testing, and things like that add to the difficulty. I think boredom, in these cases and for me, is just a form of exhaustion caused from ill use of my facilities in these matters. Yes, my brain just gets tired. I think, once I get my feet under me again, I will do fine. Actually, I am doing fine. I was just struggling with more than I knew.
I keep running into political notions, few of which are worth my time. I am coming around to the idea that voting for McStupid may be the only practical and realistic option. He is moderate, he will do no better than President Bush regarding illegal aliens, Supreme Court justices (beyond, I do not think he can be forced to make the right decision with the judiciary), U.N. involvements, quota and preferential treatment (obviously, I think he has something kinky going with his mom?), and any of a dozen other issues. In these, he will be little different from Obomber. I am no more enamored of his international style than I am of either President Bush or Obomber. President Bush was overly cautious (and perhaps optimistic). McCain would be even more timid, and worse, a bit more regimented. He would forget that he is president and try to play general (where Obomber would just do things, like Clinton, which unwisely and unnecessarily endanger our troops purely out of spite for being a geek, snob, and loser who never could have cut it, without quotas, in the service).
What does McStupid bring to the game? He is not AS leftist as Obomber. He would not, after being attacked like on 9/11, decide to ask what concessions could be made to his friends and family, I mean the enemy, so as to become friends. He is not quite as anti-business, though I think his whole green platform is outrageous, anti-business and anti-American in it’s notion and implementation. His reforms, to date, seem based on stripping the Constitutional rights of citizens to free speech, plugging up outside sources of income for the political processes (which the left immediately dodged, while conservatives are just catching up, great reform… just makes sure only those which can afford a law firm, pressure groups, PACs, and special interest groups behind them can run, thanks McIdiot!). Well, there are a few things, somewhere.
He is as good of a solution as a spare tire. He is a little short, a little odd, not up to par, not up to speed, but he will not roll backwards (or very far very fast). Obomber is a set of race car tires… which magically only go the opposite direction the driver needs to go. They might as well have Malcom X (yes, I know how the idiot actually spelled his name) up for election. And, honestly, as long as he was black, I do not think the left would care who or what he stands for, except Clarence Thomas… they want an Uncle Tom, nothing else will do. They ARE voting for color, and the least of it. They even believe he is “beautiful”. I bet they love the orcs in Lord of the Rings, too.
I might have been sick, but at least I am not grumpy.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Drats!
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Everything is closed today, right? Funny. I can get some extra studying done. I will not be able to swim or complete my administrative functions at school. I do have my drop and change slips printed and ready, all I need is to get those signed and turned in. Over this weekend I copied my notes for legibility and as a form of study, looked over the material generally, and continued with my pre-study materials as well (now just additional study material, of course). I can continue my studies today. And, of course, I can lift weights. Talk about a false start though, I was up and rearing to go, a bit early to top it off. Still, it is good to be up and going. Now to see if I can do it the rest of the week.
I will no longer be discussing politics. There is no reason to do so. I am fully divested from the political factions available, for their part. And, I suppose, I should be pleased with this. I live completely by faith from now on, as the mechanisms of power have become dysfunctional within my grasp. I cannot say which candidate, short or long term, is worse, only that they are both less than tolerable. It causes me no small pain to have the last nail set to the coffin. I once had hope that men could choose wisely, could lead themselves rightly, and that Americans had become better and different under the Constitution. The men have been bought, selling themselves for a value less than their worth. The men have chosen the weak and women to lead. And the Constitution is not worth reading, it is no longer functional. What of it exists in law is akin to fountain pens, merely stylistic or nostalgic. It is simply an antique.
I have other things to do. So, I will not bemoan the loss of a real hope. The nation lasted more than 200 years, a benchmark set by an ancient Greek regarding democracies (though often falsely attributed to more recent folk). Men are idiots, and prove it when they have the chance. Power seeks it’s own council. And all things must pass. Unfortunately, or not, there is no place to go. As the light goes out here, so goes the last flicker of freedom in a very cold, dark, dangerous world. As with China, Germany, Russia, and the others, we are about to learn that we have more to fear from our own government than we ever will from other nations.
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Everything is closed today, right? Funny. I can get some extra studying done. I will not be able to swim or complete my administrative functions at school. I do have my drop and change slips printed and ready, all I need is to get those signed and turned in. Over this weekend I copied my notes for legibility and as a form of study, looked over the material generally, and continued with my pre-study materials as well (now just additional study material, of course). I can continue my studies today. And, of course, I can lift weights. Talk about a false start though, I was up and rearing to go, a bit early to top it off. Still, it is good to be up and going. Now to see if I can do it the rest of the week.
I will no longer be discussing politics. There is no reason to do so. I am fully divested from the political factions available, for their part. And, I suppose, I should be pleased with this. I live completely by faith from now on, as the mechanisms of power have become dysfunctional within my grasp. I cannot say which candidate, short or long term, is worse, only that they are both less than tolerable. It causes me no small pain to have the last nail set to the coffin. I once had hope that men could choose wisely, could lead themselves rightly, and that Americans had become better and different under the Constitution. The men have been bought, selling themselves for a value less than their worth. The men have chosen the weak and women to lead. And the Constitution is not worth reading, it is no longer functional. What of it exists in law is akin to fountain pens, merely stylistic or nostalgic. It is simply an antique.
I have other things to do. So, I will not bemoan the loss of a real hope. The nation lasted more than 200 years, a benchmark set by an ancient Greek regarding democracies (though often falsely attributed to more recent folk). Men are idiots, and prove it when they have the chance. Power seeks it’s own council. And all things must pass. Unfortunately, or not, there is no place to go. As the light goes out here, so goes the last flicker of freedom in a very cold, dark, dangerous world. As with China, Germany, Russia, and the others, we are about to learn that we have more to fear from our own government than we ever will from other nations.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Stressed.
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Last week was disappointing. I was not able to function as well as I had hoped. I did most of what I needed to do, I handled some of the changes, but I failed to do all or even most of what I wanted to do, planned to do, and some of what I needed to do. It was a tight week for me. I felt tired, mentally if not physically. I became confused and lost track of what I needed to do, when, and how. This means I have a bit more on my plate this week, along with the expectations from last week. Fear seems to invade my waking and sleeping life. It is not the classes, it is classes, workouts, administrative issues, social issues, and the complexities of the schedule which have me flummoxed. The classes are, if not simple, within my ability so far. They are, as it is turning out however, the tip of the iceburg.
I was becoming very agitated about these things through the week. I could not seem to catch my breath, relax, and find a new starting place. Sleep was escaping my grasp, yet without rest I was drowning in confusion. This weekend, as I began to unwind, to take stock, and to begin planning this next week, I found something good. I was able to realize I have not ruined anything. I see that I have kept track with the more important goals, the time sensitive ones at any rate. And, I see now what I must do and how to do it.
I will be starting this week very humbly. I will do what I can, when I can, and I should be able to finish the simpler tasks. As well, if needs be, rather than abandon those things which seem too heavy, I will reduce their load and see if that helps. I will stick to simple goals, I will continue as before only with the understanding that I am more limited than I had thought, currently, and that some of my activities take more from me than I had thought they would. Though I still have concern, having cleared my mind, rested, and pulled back a bit, I think I am ready to try again.
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Last week was disappointing. I was not able to function as well as I had hoped. I did most of what I needed to do, I handled some of the changes, but I failed to do all or even most of what I wanted to do, planned to do, and some of what I needed to do. It was a tight week for me. I felt tired, mentally if not physically. I became confused and lost track of what I needed to do, when, and how. This means I have a bit more on my plate this week, along with the expectations from last week. Fear seems to invade my waking and sleeping life. It is not the classes, it is classes, workouts, administrative issues, social issues, and the complexities of the schedule which have me flummoxed. The classes are, if not simple, within my ability so far. They are, as it is turning out however, the tip of the iceburg.
I was becoming very agitated about these things through the week. I could not seem to catch my breath, relax, and find a new starting place. Sleep was escaping my grasp, yet without rest I was drowning in confusion. This weekend, as I began to unwind, to take stock, and to begin planning this next week, I found something good. I was able to realize I have not ruined anything. I see that I have kept track with the more important goals, the time sensitive ones at any rate. And, I see now what I must do and how to do it.
I will be starting this week very humbly. I will do what I can, when I can, and I should be able to finish the simpler tasks. As well, if needs be, rather than abandon those things which seem too heavy, I will reduce their load and see if that helps. I will stick to simple goals, I will continue as before only with the understanding that I am more limited than I had thought, currently, and that some of my activities take more from me than I had thought they would. Though I still have concern, having cleared my mind, rested, and pulled back a bit, I think I am ready to try again.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Christianity, the time may be nigh for the price to be high.
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Do you realize…
When America votes for Obomber, when they vote to enact that which he represents enough that he and his can take power, they vote for the enactment of this hope and change. I fully expect to be under the gun here in America, as Catholics were under Queen Elizabeth, only this time protestants will be included in the fun. In my lifetime, I expect martyrdom to be a real and regular event, again. Are you Christian enough, or will you deny Christ when faced with death, or even pain? Will you fight back, or go meekly? I am not sure, but I am thinking about it. I realize though that I will not know what I will do until the time comes. And, no, suicide bombing is not martyrdom, merely murder.
Oh, and, get out the vote? Nah, McCain is a chip off the same old socialist block… bloc, that is. The softer side of secularism, or socialism, or communism? Yes.
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Do you realize…
When America votes for Obomber, when they vote to enact that which he represents enough that he and his can take power, they vote for the enactment of this hope and change. I fully expect to be under the gun here in America, as Catholics were under Queen Elizabeth, only this time protestants will be included in the fun. In my lifetime, I expect martyrdom to be a real and regular event, again. Are you Christian enough, or will you deny Christ when faced with death, or even pain? Will you fight back, or go meekly? I am not sure, but I am thinking about it. I realize though that I will not know what I will do until the time comes. And, no, suicide bombing is not martyrdom, merely murder.
Oh, and, get out the vote? Nah, McCain is a chip off the same old socialist block… bloc, that is. The softer side of secularism, or socialism, or communism? Yes.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Remember when?
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Remember when I was told not to comment on a blog because I misspelled “Obama”*? Well, actually, I was trying to spell it correctly, but I am unfamiliar (and will remain so) of muslim names. I am not Arab, muslim, nor interested. I have enough difficulty figuring out how to spell (and often pronounce) European names. As well, I have given up on most Slavic names, and for the most part, I like Slavs. I have some common (and mutually agreeable) history in common with them. At this point in history, those of them freed from absolute Democratic rule are fellow conservatives. Many of those who are still slaves to the state would be conservative, given a chance. As for the “man” about which part of this controversy swirls, I give no quarter, I have no interest in being fair to a thief, liar, cheat, and socialist/communist, and share no positive history or future hopes with him or his people. Beyond, my original “misnomer” which helped lead me astray on the spelling of his name (Obomber) seems to be more apt than the naysayers will ever concede.
Back to school. I need to get on the homework before it gets on me. So far so good. And, I am excited. If I can hold on a semester or two, continue my exercises, and maintain a life, I will be in very good shape for a full and real return to life. All this, at this time, right through a strong low. Even with going to school being much like trekking through a huge field of dog leavings, several layers thick, searching for microscopic portions of functional, real, and useful knowledge. It stinks, but it is all I can afford. Perhaps it is all there is, academia being what it is. Thank God for showers, common sense, and His graces. Oh, yeah, and thank God for confession.
*There were other wrong reasons I was asked not to return, this was just one of the more incorrectly "wrong" and fun ones (incorrect in a literal way, as I WAS trying to spell his name correctly. As an act, it was not more incorrect, it was correct as I will explain. In accusing socialism of thievery and admitting my belief that those who chain themselves to socialism unabashedly, therefore, must also chain themselves to thievery (and corruption, social injustice, and genocide) I was considered incorrect (and, how WUDE!*). Compared to the last case, the mistake I “*” is actually not incorrect by her standards, by literally being fairly close to the “right” spelling and because intent makes it “right”… on the left.
Too much fun, I must get back to work! I think I wrote that correctly. Still, it is a bit of a twist of purpose, logic, vocabulary, grammar, and punctuation. I may try to work on that later. Too much fun!
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Remember when I was told not to comment on a blog because I misspelled “Obama”*? Well, actually, I was trying to spell it correctly, but I am unfamiliar (and will remain so) of muslim names. I am not Arab, muslim, nor interested. I have enough difficulty figuring out how to spell (and often pronounce) European names. As well, I have given up on most Slavic names, and for the most part, I like Slavs. I have some common (and mutually agreeable) history in common with them. At this point in history, those of them freed from absolute Democratic rule are fellow conservatives. Many of those who are still slaves to the state would be conservative, given a chance. As for the “man” about which part of this controversy swirls, I give no quarter, I have no interest in being fair to a thief, liar, cheat, and socialist/communist, and share no positive history or future hopes with him or his people. Beyond, my original “misnomer” which helped lead me astray on the spelling of his name (Obomber) seems to be more apt than the naysayers will ever concede.
Back to school. I need to get on the homework before it gets on me. So far so good. And, I am excited. If I can hold on a semester or two, continue my exercises, and maintain a life, I will be in very good shape for a full and real return to life. All this, at this time, right through a strong low. Even with going to school being much like trekking through a huge field of dog leavings, several layers thick, searching for microscopic portions of functional, real, and useful knowledge. It stinks, but it is all I can afford. Perhaps it is all there is, academia being what it is. Thank God for showers, common sense, and His graces. Oh, yeah, and thank God for confession.
*There were other wrong reasons I was asked not to return, this was just one of the more incorrectly "wrong" and fun ones (incorrect in a literal way, as I WAS trying to spell his name correctly. As an act, it was not more incorrect, it was correct as I will explain. In accusing socialism of thievery and admitting my belief that those who chain themselves to socialism unabashedly, therefore, must also chain themselves to thievery (and corruption, social injustice, and genocide) I was considered incorrect (and, how WUDE!*). Compared to the last case, the mistake I “*” is actually not incorrect by her standards, by literally being fairly close to the “right” spelling and because intent makes it “right”… on the left.
Too much fun, I must get back to work! I think I wrote that correctly. Still, it is a bit of a twist of purpose, logic, vocabulary, grammar, and punctuation. I may try to work on that later. Too much fun!
Monday, August 25, 2008
I seem to have done well.
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I made it to my swim. In spite of not having slept last evening, needing to exert extra effort to go swimming, and with the fact that I started a bit late, I was able to do my ¾ mile regimen. As well, I shaved off some decent time. I was finished in under an hour! From now on, starting today, I will actually just shower and be ready to leave when I finish my swim. I had been going, then returning, wearing sweats. I do not have the luxury of time in order to do that at this point. It worked well today, though my duffle bag was a bit full. I tried to carry my day clothes and wear my sweets. No more, but these things always need tweaking as new parameters arise.
I was still home in time to have taken the bus. Being that it was the first day and with some uncertainty regarding where my classes actually were to be held, I drove to school so as to be early enough to figure things out. I had no difficulty finding my way. I made it to each class, on time, and ready. The first class was canceled, our professor was stuck in Japan. With the extra time, I bought a breakfast burrito and a glass of tea. That type of eating might become regular. Though I did not care for the burrito, I am sure I will be able to find something. Even with the missed class coming back into the schedule, I have an hour there. I will also probably begin consuming a morning protein drink. It is rather good for me and offers half of my protein needs. It is light in calories, but the protein shot should be helpful, then a decent small meal between my last two classes should add some calories, but the evening meal is a project in the works. The other classes went off without a hitch. My pre-study has helped a good deal. And, I think if I stay on top of things, I will be fine. Doh! I know me, but I have gotten better.
I need a nap now. On top of swimming, walking around, and the heat, one of my paths goes down, then up, a very large hill. With my book bag in tow, it is quite the challenge. I am hoping I will get the weight lifting completed later. But for now, a little rest is in order.
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I made it to my swim. In spite of not having slept last evening, needing to exert extra effort to go swimming, and with the fact that I started a bit late, I was able to do my ¾ mile regimen. As well, I shaved off some decent time. I was finished in under an hour! From now on, starting today, I will actually just shower and be ready to leave when I finish my swim. I had been going, then returning, wearing sweats. I do not have the luxury of time in order to do that at this point. It worked well today, though my duffle bag was a bit full. I tried to carry my day clothes and wear my sweets. No more, but these things always need tweaking as new parameters arise.
I was still home in time to have taken the bus. Being that it was the first day and with some uncertainty regarding where my classes actually were to be held, I drove to school so as to be early enough to figure things out. I had no difficulty finding my way. I made it to each class, on time, and ready. The first class was canceled, our professor was stuck in Japan. With the extra time, I bought a breakfast burrito and a glass of tea. That type of eating might become regular. Though I did not care for the burrito, I am sure I will be able to find something. Even with the missed class coming back into the schedule, I have an hour there. I will also probably begin consuming a morning protein drink. It is rather good for me and offers half of my protein needs. It is light in calories, but the protein shot should be helpful, then a decent small meal between my last two classes should add some calories, but the evening meal is a project in the works. The other classes went off without a hitch. My pre-study has helped a good deal. And, I think if I stay on top of things, I will be fine. Doh! I know me, but I have gotten better.
I need a nap now. On top of swimming, walking around, and the heat, one of my paths goes down, then up, a very large hill. With my book bag in tow, it is quite the challenge. I am hoping I will get the weight lifting completed later. But for now, a little rest is in order.
Perfect.
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I have been working out, swimming, keeping my appointments, taking my medicine, and staying on top of several projects. I have been trying to eat better and I have been tracking my diet. I will swim this morning and then go to my first day of classes. Initially, I will be taking two physics courses and ‘probability and statics for engineers’. I will be dropping one of the physics courses by next Monday. Actually, it will be good to start out with a heavier load and then lightening that. Yes, I will do the homework, labs, discussion, and anything else required for the time that I am taking the courses. Personally, I am hoping the homework is heavy so that I can see more clearly which course to drop. I would love to take the heavier physics course, if I can, as that would end my requirements for physics and put me closer to being on schedule academically. I have some doubts, however.
I am actually functioning within a low. I am tired, I am confused, and I am alone. How do I keep doing what I have been doing? I keep doing it because I realize I will be just as tired if I do not keeping working, moving, showing up, and such. Actually, I would be worse off. Remember that week I took away from activity and involvements? I was more exhausted from doing nothing than I am from being, seemingly, too busy. I truly feel trapped. Doing nothing is death, doing what I want and feel the need to do is empty. I am numb. I guess it is better than being dead.
Now, this is a low. Can I make it through this low without losing my grip? Can I function while numb without losing track of where my feet need to be as I move across the tight rope? I am flying blind. This is the farthest I have been since I have been ill. But I am so far beyond where I have ever been in that, before I was ill, I was not flying blind. And more, I was probably not able to do engineering level work before I was ill. I know, it is strange. It might even sound contrary, which I cannot deny. The blind can “see” what they might never have been able to “see” with their eyes functioning. No, I do not believe in the super-hero thing. I do, however, believe in adaptation. I am just not sure how much faith I have in adaptations themselves. Am I walking a tightrope, or just walking off a cliff?
In a few hours, I will begin the week, and the experiment. At least it does not hurt, not anymore. I am numb, remember. Perhaps “Perfect” is not quite correct. I have had worse.
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I have been working out, swimming, keeping my appointments, taking my medicine, and staying on top of several projects. I have been trying to eat better and I have been tracking my diet. I will swim this morning and then go to my first day of classes. Initially, I will be taking two physics courses and ‘probability and statics for engineers’. I will be dropping one of the physics courses by next Monday. Actually, it will be good to start out with a heavier load and then lightening that. Yes, I will do the homework, labs, discussion, and anything else required for the time that I am taking the courses. Personally, I am hoping the homework is heavy so that I can see more clearly which course to drop. I would love to take the heavier physics course, if I can, as that would end my requirements for physics and put me closer to being on schedule academically. I have some doubts, however.
I am actually functioning within a low. I am tired, I am confused, and I am alone. How do I keep doing what I have been doing? I keep doing it because I realize I will be just as tired if I do not keeping working, moving, showing up, and such. Actually, I would be worse off. Remember that week I took away from activity and involvements? I was more exhausted from doing nothing than I am from being, seemingly, too busy. I truly feel trapped. Doing nothing is death, doing what I want and feel the need to do is empty. I am numb. I guess it is better than being dead.
Now, this is a low. Can I make it through this low without losing my grip? Can I function while numb without losing track of where my feet need to be as I move across the tight rope? I am flying blind. This is the farthest I have been since I have been ill. But I am so far beyond where I have ever been in that, before I was ill, I was not flying blind. And more, I was probably not able to do engineering level work before I was ill. I know, it is strange. It might even sound contrary, which I cannot deny. The blind can “see” what they might never have been able to “see” with their eyes functioning. No, I do not believe in the super-hero thing. I do, however, believe in adaptation. I am just not sure how much faith I have in adaptations themselves. Am I walking a tightrope, or just walking off a cliff?
In a few hours, I will begin the week, and the experiment. At least it does not hurt, not anymore. I am numb, remember. Perhaps “Perfect” is not quite correct. I have had worse.
Friday, August 22, 2008
A good day in the water, again.
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I woke a little earlier and went swimming a bit earlier as well. I was nervous, after winning two personal golds this week the water challenged me to try to keep those gold medals. It has been on my mind since Wednesday. Could I do what I did, perhaps adding more? I tried to not think about it on my way to the pool, thinking instead of upcoming classes, pretty girls, nothing, and everything, but it kept creeping in. Doubts and fear seem to lurk around every corner and challenge my right to have fun, work hard, and work consistently. Still, I went, changed, grabbed my kick-board, and jumped in.
I started out knowing I would be a little sore during the first few laps. I was not wrong. I kept waiting for the numbness to offer comfort, but today that did not happen until the 10th lap. The pain was less but more consistent. Then again, I was trying to shave time off the ½ mile portion. Perhaps the extra exertion, if there was any, was the culprit. I finished my ½ mile in 40 minutes, I shaved at least 10 minutes off my last ½ mile! My goal has been to do twice as many kick-board laps as crawls, in order to work on my kick and get my legs the largest share of the workout until I can be more certain that they will indeed be doing the work they are supposed to do and doing the work I want them to do. After that, I did get ¼ mile of crawls in. However, these were piece-meal. The most I could get out of myself was one 2 lap set. The rest were single laps. I was pleased that my legs were still working and well. I tried to sprint the last lap, and did for ¾ of it, then I started to cramp. I finished my swim, with an odd swim limp, yet it was still a very good lap. I might say it was my fastest, and by far, to date. Those last 9 laps, however, took me over the hour I am hoping to work within.
Woot! I am up swimming to 3/4 of a mile in (almost) an hour after only my first month of swimming, give or take! By the way, does anyone happen to have a walker, maybe a wheelchair, I could borrow?
My goal, at this point, is to shave that exact exercise down to 1 hour. I will not add laps until I get that well below 1 hour. For the next two weeks, almost certainly, my goal is to increase the speed. If I get to the point where I can do this cycle in 45 minutes, I will add laps. First I will add to the kick-board and consecutive swim to try and fill the exercise up to an hour. Then I will begin cutting that time until I can get my crawls to a 1:2 crawl to kickboard lap, then get that all back down to under an hour again. I am not sure how long I will feel the need for the kick-board leg work, and I may never change it. But should I begin to feel confident that my legs will do most of the work, I may just go to straight crawls. I do not see that happening for at least another month. Who knows, I am just making this up as I go along, dontchya know.
I have to pick up my books today. They are in. I also need to get supplies. I would like to stop by the Church while I am downtown, I have some business I would like to manage. I received a reply from my doctor, after sending him my dietary schedule for the last few days. His prescription seems reasonable, though I think his calorie burn chart is bunk. It is the lowest I have seen, and I picked middling to low calorie burn charts out there (from groups like the American Lung Association, FDA (or some government entity), and some others). I am not sure how I will be able to comply, however, as I have said, cooking, shopping, and cleaning up afterward is too much on top of working out, let alone working out AND going to school. Fast food will be the only way, but I am not sure I can afford that. At least he was not smarmy. I am quite put out with him, so it would not take much for me to drop him. I grade harshly but fairly, imho.
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I woke a little earlier and went swimming a bit earlier as well. I was nervous, after winning two personal golds this week the water challenged me to try to keep those gold medals. It has been on my mind since Wednesday. Could I do what I did, perhaps adding more? I tried to not think about it on my way to the pool, thinking instead of upcoming classes, pretty girls, nothing, and everything, but it kept creeping in. Doubts and fear seem to lurk around every corner and challenge my right to have fun, work hard, and work consistently. Still, I went, changed, grabbed my kick-board, and jumped in.
I started out knowing I would be a little sore during the first few laps. I was not wrong. I kept waiting for the numbness to offer comfort, but today that did not happen until the 10th lap. The pain was less but more consistent. Then again, I was trying to shave time off the ½ mile portion. Perhaps the extra exertion, if there was any, was the culprit. I finished my ½ mile in 40 minutes, I shaved at least 10 minutes off my last ½ mile! My goal has been to do twice as many kick-board laps as crawls, in order to work on my kick and get my legs the largest share of the workout until I can be more certain that they will indeed be doing the work they are supposed to do and doing the work I want them to do. After that, I did get ¼ mile of crawls in. However, these were piece-meal. The most I could get out of myself was one 2 lap set. The rest were single laps. I was pleased that my legs were still working and well. I tried to sprint the last lap, and did for ¾ of it, then I started to cramp. I finished my swim, with an odd swim limp, yet it was still a very good lap. I might say it was my fastest, and by far, to date. Those last 9 laps, however, took me over the hour I am hoping to work within.
Woot! I am up swimming to 3/4 of a mile in (almost) an hour after only my first month of swimming, give or take! By the way, does anyone happen to have a walker, maybe a wheelchair, I could borrow?
My goal, at this point, is to shave that exact exercise down to 1 hour. I will not add laps until I get that well below 1 hour. For the next two weeks, almost certainly, my goal is to increase the speed. If I get to the point where I can do this cycle in 45 minutes, I will add laps. First I will add to the kick-board and consecutive swim to try and fill the exercise up to an hour. Then I will begin cutting that time until I can get my crawls to a 1:2 crawl to kickboard lap, then get that all back down to under an hour again. I am not sure how long I will feel the need for the kick-board leg work, and I may never change it. But should I begin to feel confident that my legs will do most of the work, I may just go to straight crawls. I do not see that happening for at least another month. Who knows, I am just making this up as I go along, dontchya know.
I have to pick up my books today. They are in. I also need to get supplies. I would like to stop by the Church while I am downtown, I have some business I would like to manage. I received a reply from my doctor, after sending him my dietary schedule for the last few days. His prescription seems reasonable, though I think his calorie burn chart is bunk. It is the lowest I have seen, and I picked middling to low calorie burn charts out there (from groups like the American Lung Association, FDA (or some government entity), and some others). I am not sure how I will be able to comply, however, as I have said, cooking, shopping, and cleaning up afterward is too much on top of working out, let alone working out AND going to school. Fast food will be the only way, but I am not sure I can afford that. At least he was not smarmy. I am quite put out with him, so it would not take much for me to drop him. I grade harshly but fairly, imho.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
The New Cold War.
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No, not with the usual suspects. Russia is thrashing, China is clamoring, and the new kid on the block Venezuela is restful and spiteful. But, that is neither new nor anything more than something to be watched and, mostly, ignored. We have no interests which are threatened enough to act, and we have too few resources with which to react. Beyond, reactions are not the best strategies, action and forethought will win those wars before they become hot. It was, and remains, my theory that we cut the dollar for a short run loss and a long run win, for example. We are doing other things which manage threats, fiscal, military, social, and other types. Much of it is incremental, nearly invisible, and perhaps even blamed on other causes. If some of those things hurt in the short run, in the long run, they are (and I think will) prove to be quite successful.
The New Cold War is not being faced externally, but internally. The mantras of communism and socialism are here. The ultra rich, the ultra poor, the uneducated, and the poorly educated (or those educated too specifically and blindly (or blindingly?)) support the left. Families, Christians, reasoned middle class, and upper- to upper-middle-class working forces support conservativism, as much as it exists today. The majority, I should think, are leaning conservative. There are two major problems with this war, and the outlook does look grim.
The difference between the two warring parties is those on the left have nothing to lose. Kennedy “knows” he can keep his wealth. He does not care how many tax laws are passed. Leroy (no whitey education, thank you) Floyd knows he can get away with ignoring education (too hard), avoiding work (too hard), or even acting civil (hey, prison is safer than the streets filled with people like him, plus food and a gym). Neither has a thing to loose, as they see it. They have no principles, they merely want what others have, so long as they do not have to sacrifice anything to obtain it. As a fact, without religion or any real moral compass, what limits their actions is… exactly nothing. If they were messing with superman, that would be one thing, but when they destroy or kill conservatives (or naysayers within their party), the lost are simply and truly lost.
Those who oppose them have only principles and knowledge on their side. An understanding of history, of economics, of Constitutional and Bill of Rights meaning and purpose is great, but it is a thing not easily shared, especially to people who eschew education or think they have earned their way beyond it. They, as groups and individuals, are not as connected, nor interested in becoming interdependent (think conservative Catholics and Protestants). Much of their connectivity is being eroded via laws favoring other than marriage in the form of taxes to social pressure, social disfavor regarding having children, Christian persecution, and even attacks on actual free speech.
Leadership is lacking in conservative circles. Our “dear leaders” have offered McCain. This is like a “nurse” offering candy to diabetic children. Only the stupid one’s will partake. He is neither a conservative nor a capitalist. The leadership which vetted him is worse, rotten to the core, and they should be thrown out, but will not be. No one, with true conservative credentials, has any grip on any of the levers of power. We, like Britain, have a choice between fast or slow socialism.
What is to be done? I can only speak for myself. On principals, I can vote for neither party. I will vote, but I will write in a name. As for the rest, I know which senators and congressmen I will vote for. Judges, councilman, etc? I will vote against the standing official. Most judges need to be recycled, then composted, then taken to a toxic waste dump center. Councilman become thugs if they stand more than two terms. Actually, all politicians do. When was the last time a politician worked two terms then went back “home” to work, real work, not lawyering or doctoring or teaching something inane to vacuous minds at a brand name school of idiocy? Ah, but there is prayer, their is hope (near or far), and their is my certainty that, disregarding the government, I have a King, a home, and a way which is and will be. So, for the most part, I just am.
Actually, we lost the Cold War. The bureaucracy lives, thrives, and grows. Man becomes the beast of burden and women become manlings. Perhaps there will be another great hopeful, Christian, and good nation in a few thousand years. This one is about to be turned to the dark side, regardless of which becomes the next president. Unless congress and the senate goes conservative. Nah, most are RHINOs, again, it does not matter.
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No, not with the usual suspects. Russia is thrashing, China is clamoring, and the new kid on the block Venezuela is restful and spiteful. But, that is neither new nor anything more than something to be watched and, mostly, ignored. We have no interests which are threatened enough to act, and we have too few resources with which to react. Beyond, reactions are not the best strategies, action and forethought will win those wars before they become hot. It was, and remains, my theory that we cut the dollar for a short run loss and a long run win, for example. We are doing other things which manage threats, fiscal, military, social, and other types. Much of it is incremental, nearly invisible, and perhaps even blamed on other causes. If some of those things hurt in the short run, in the long run, they are (and I think will) prove to be quite successful.
The New Cold War is not being faced externally, but internally. The mantras of communism and socialism are here. The ultra rich, the ultra poor, the uneducated, and the poorly educated (or those educated too specifically and blindly (or blindingly?)) support the left. Families, Christians, reasoned middle class, and upper- to upper-middle-class working forces support conservativism, as much as it exists today. The majority, I should think, are leaning conservative. There are two major problems with this war, and the outlook does look grim.
The difference between the two warring parties is those on the left have nothing to lose. Kennedy “knows” he can keep his wealth. He does not care how many tax laws are passed. Leroy (no whitey education, thank you) Floyd knows he can get away with ignoring education (too hard), avoiding work (too hard), or even acting civil (hey, prison is safer than the streets filled with people like him, plus food and a gym). Neither has a thing to loose, as they see it. They have no principles, they merely want what others have, so long as they do not have to sacrifice anything to obtain it. As a fact, without religion or any real moral compass, what limits their actions is… exactly nothing. If they were messing with superman, that would be one thing, but when they destroy or kill conservatives (or naysayers within their party), the lost are simply and truly lost.
Those who oppose them have only principles and knowledge on their side. An understanding of history, of economics, of Constitutional and Bill of Rights meaning and purpose is great, but it is a thing not easily shared, especially to people who eschew education or think they have earned their way beyond it. They, as groups and individuals, are not as connected, nor interested in becoming interdependent (think conservative Catholics and Protestants). Much of their connectivity is being eroded via laws favoring other than marriage in the form of taxes to social pressure, social disfavor regarding having children, Christian persecution, and even attacks on actual free speech.
Leadership is lacking in conservative circles. Our “dear leaders” have offered McCain. This is like a “nurse” offering candy to diabetic children. Only the stupid one’s will partake. He is neither a conservative nor a capitalist. The leadership which vetted him is worse, rotten to the core, and they should be thrown out, but will not be. No one, with true conservative credentials, has any grip on any of the levers of power. We, like Britain, have a choice between fast or slow socialism.
What is to be done? I can only speak for myself. On principals, I can vote for neither party. I will vote, but I will write in a name. As for the rest, I know which senators and congressmen I will vote for. Judges, councilman, etc? I will vote against the standing official. Most judges need to be recycled, then composted, then taken to a toxic waste dump center. Councilman become thugs if they stand more than two terms. Actually, all politicians do. When was the last time a politician worked two terms then went back “home” to work, real work, not lawyering or doctoring or teaching something inane to vacuous minds at a brand name school of idiocy? Ah, but there is prayer, their is hope (near or far), and their is my certainty that, disregarding the government, I have a King, a home, and a way which is and will be. So, for the most part, I just am.
Actually, we lost the Cold War. The bureaucracy lives, thrives, and grows. Man becomes the beast of burden and women become manlings. Perhaps there will be another great hopeful, Christian, and good nation in a few thousand years. This one is about to be turned to the dark side, regardless of which becomes the next president. Unless congress and the senate goes conservative. Nah, most are RHINOs, again, it does not matter.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
A good start.
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I was up and at it early this morning. I did not hear the first alarm, that I can remember. But the second alarm, at 5:30, did wake me. A couple of snoozes and a slow start did make me wonder if I would get to the pool today or not. After waking a bit, I did finally get there, if an hour later than is my goal. After that good swim Monday, I was not sure how I would do today. I got in and gave it what I had.
Up to this point, prior to today, I had completed 20 laps, of various styles, 3 laps at a time at most. I had only completed 3 laps consecutively once, actually. Most of those laps were 1 at a time. Something happened today, the resistance seemed to dissipate. I started with the paddle board, resting my hands on the thing while I used my legs to kick. My kicks have improved, as has my breathing technique. My legs hurt a bit after the first lap, but I pushed on to see if that would subside. After three laps, the pain was still there. I decided to continue. I made it to 10 laps and considered a break. The problem was, I was not tired and my legs had numbed a bit. So, I continued.
As I was swimming, trying to also make sure I did not lose count of my laps, I started trying to figure out how far I had gone and how much such and so many laps would be. It is odd to do math while swimming, but I was doing just that. I kept thinking 10 times 25 yards times 2 (1 lap is 2 25 yard lengths). So, 50 times 10 equals 500. I just swam 500 yards, and I was still going! Then I was trying to figure out what a half of a mile was. I kept having odd results, until I realized (it was early mind you) that there are 3 feet in a yard, not two! So, 5280 divided by 2 might well be 2640, that has nothing to do with how many yards, and 1320 yards is not a half mile, 1760 yards is a mile! So from that, 1760 divided by 50 equals 35.5 laps. Divide 35.5 by 2 and you get 17.6 laps, which is 880 yards and 1/2 mile. The math can get a little messy in the pool, but I finally did get that 18 laps would satisfy my newfound goal. I completed that swim, with the paddle board, and did an extra lap in case I made a mistake in counting (which I think I did, I think I missed counting a lap while doing the math, so I might have done 20 laps).
That took a great deal of time, however. I had hoped to do crawls, but I was not sure, so when I finished the half mile swim, I asked a nearby lifeguard if I could stay after 8:00. He said no. So, instead of taking a break and losing what little time I had left, I did 4 more laps using the crawl, and a continuous 4 laps (200 yards). I was pretty much out of time at that point. So I headed to the locker room.
I am not sure what happened. The ability just opened, I pushed past a little initial resistance, and… swam a half mile using only my legs. I do not know if I will be able to do that Friday, I only know I was pleased to do it today. I am getting better. I am stronger. I hope the lifting goes better today than it did Monday though. We will see.
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I was up and at it early this morning. I did not hear the first alarm, that I can remember. But the second alarm, at 5:30, did wake me. A couple of snoozes and a slow start did make me wonder if I would get to the pool today or not. After waking a bit, I did finally get there, if an hour later than is my goal. After that good swim Monday, I was not sure how I would do today. I got in and gave it what I had.
Up to this point, prior to today, I had completed 20 laps, of various styles, 3 laps at a time at most. I had only completed 3 laps consecutively once, actually. Most of those laps were 1 at a time. Something happened today, the resistance seemed to dissipate. I started with the paddle board, resting my hands on the thing while I used my legs to kick. My kicks have improved, as has my breathing technique. My legs hurt a bit after the first lap, but I pushed on to see if that would subside. After three laps, the pain was still there. I decided to continue. I made it to 10 laps and considered a break. The problem was, I was not tired and my legs had numbed a bit. So, I continued.
As I was swimming, trying to also make sure I did not lose count of my laps, I started trying to figure out how far I had gone and how much such and so many laps would be. It is odd to do math while swimming, but I was doing just that. I kept thinking 10 times 25 yards times 2 (1 lap is 2 25 yard lengths). So, 50 times 10 equals 500. I just swam 500 yards, and I was still going! Then I was trying to figure out what a half of a mile was. I kept having odd results, until I realized (it was early mind you) that there are 3 feet in a yard, not two! So, 5280 divided by 2 might well be 2640, that has nothing to do with how many yards, and 1320 yards is not a half mile, 1760 yards is a mile! So from that, 1760 divided by 50 equals 35.5 laps. Divide 35.5 by 2 and you get 17.6 laps, which is 880 yards and 1/2 mile. The math can get a little messy in the pool, but I finally did get that 18 laps would satisfy my newfound goal. I completed that swim, with the paddle board, and did an extra lap in case I made a mistake in counting (which I think I did, I think I missed counting a lap while doing the math, so I might have done 20 laps).
That took a great deal of time, however. I had hoped to do crawls, but I was not sure, so when I finished the half mile swim, I asked a nearby lifeguard if I could stay after 8:00. He said no. So, instead of taking a break and losing what little time I had left, I did 4 more laps using the crawl, and a continuous 4 laps (200 yards). I was pretty much out of time at that point. So I headed to the locker room.
I am not sure what happened. The ability just opened, I pushed past a little initial resistance, and… swam a half mile using only my legs. I do not know if I will be able to do that Friday, I only know I was pleased to do it today. I am getting better. I am stronger. I hope the lifting goes better today than it did Monday though. We will see.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A middling day.
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I awoke early, again, this morning. I went with my friend to the laundromat. We both had items which require a front loading washing machine (according to the manufacturers, whatever). So, we decided to go together and play backgammon in between loads. I usually win at the game and today was no exception. We had a fine time, or as fine a time as two people may have in a laundromat. Both of us were a bit tired still, so we did grumble and grump a bit. Maybe that was just me, maybe not.
Afterwards, we planned to have lunch. I received a call indicating that my home health assistant would be arriving to do some cleaning so I had to decline the offer. The assistant failed to arrive, as is becoming typical. My nurse did arrive though, as scheduled, but an hour later. We could have had our lunch. A rain check, it was agreed, for a rainy day. I usually enjoy visiting with my nurse, and today was no exception. She likes to hear my stories, silly as they sometimes are. So, this time I told her of my great public works, that being the moving of two unprepared people. And I discussed my new, perhaps very temporary, doctor.
My blood pressure was in the 140/90 range, my temperature was up to over 98 for the first time since that has been being recorded (for about 2 years, off and on), and I have lost about 3 pounds according to her scale. I cannot recall what my pulse was, but it was reasonable as I recall. Oh, she also offered me three home-grown tomatoes! She planted twelve tomato plants in order to can them this year, but her yield is too low. So, instead of trying to eat what is there, she is giving them away. It was a pleasant gift.
The rest of the day has been merely tinkering and goofing. I have stayed up the day and I should rest well tonight. I have swimming in the morning, trash to take out, a few tasks I would like to tend to regarding minor business and personal affairs, and then I have weight lifting in the afternoon. I need to get to studying again, as well. I am nervous about classes and I really want to excel. I am not as worried about the grade as I am about the understanding. I think the two will likely shadow each other, to some extent, but an A is not enough. I have spoken with enough graduate students to know that merely going through the motions, even at an A level, is not enough for graduate school. A fundamental, and to some degree a theoretical, understanding of much of this material is needed to make it in upper level work. Though I may never make it to graduate school, or even perhaps to an undergraduate degree, my goal remains. Further, I am behind. I am behind students merely here to do undergraduate work. So, yes, work, study, pre-study, and consistency are my only hopes for my goal.
I am extremely tired, if happily so. I am pushing my days back into shape, if I am, as always, nervous about how long and well I can maintain the thing. It was a beautiful, hot, Iowa day. I think tonight will be pleasant, if pleasantly unremembered. Goodnight.
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I awoke early, again, this morning. I went with my friend to the laundromat. We both had items which require a front loading washing machine (according to the manufacturers, whatever). So, we decided to go together and play backgammon in between loads. I usually win at the game and today was no exception. We had a fine time, or as fine a time as two people may have in a laundromat. Both of us were a bit tired still, so we did grumble and grump a bit. Maybe that was just me, maybe not.
Afterwards, we planned to have lunch. I received a call indicating that my home health assistant would be arriving to do some cleaning so I had to decline the offer. The assistant failed to arrive, as is becoming typical. My nurse did arrive though, as scheduled, but an hour later. We could have had our lunch. A rain check, it was agreed, for a rainy day. I usually enjoy visiting with my nurse, and today was no exception. She likes to hear my stories, silly as they sometimes are. So, this time I told her of my great public works, that being the moving of two unprepared people. And I discussed my new, perhaps very temporary, doctor.
My blood pressure was in the 140/90 range, my temperature was up to over 98 for the first time since that has been being recorded (for about 2 years, off and on), and I have lost about 3 pounds according to her scale. I cannot recall what my pulse was, but it was reasonable as I recall. Oh, she also offered me three home-grown tomatoes! She planted twelve tomato plants in order to can them this year, but her yield is too low. So, instead of trying to eat what is there, she is giving them away. It was a pleasant gift.
The rest of the day has been merely tinkering and goofing. I have stayed up the day and I should rest well tonight. I have swimming in the morning, trash to take out, a few tasks I would like to tend to regarding minor business and personal affairs, and then I have weight lifting in the afternoon. I need to get to studying again, as well. I am nervous about classes and I really want to excel. I am not as worried about the grade as I am about the understanding. I think the two will likely shadow each other, to some extent, but an A is not enough. I have spoken with enough graduate students to know that merely going through the motions, even at an A level, is not enough for graduate school. A fundamental, and to some degree a theoretical, understanding of much of this material is needed to make it in upper level work. Though I may never make it to graduate school, or even perhaps to an undergraduate degree, my goal remains. Further, I am behind. I am behind students merely here to do undergraduate work. So, yes, work, study, pre-study, and consistency are my only hopes for my goal.
I am extremely tired, if happily so. I am pushing my days back into shape, if I am, as always, nervous about how long and well I can maintain the thing. It was a beautiful, hot, Iowa day. I think tonight will be pleasant, if pleasantly unremembered. Goodnight.
So far so good.
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I completed my swimming and worked out. I went swimming at around 6:00. I then returned home, showered, then visited my barber friend, though I did not end up getting the trim I had planned. I might get to that Wednesday. On top of my plans, my lady friend dropped in to do her laundry. She ended up doing my dishes (helping, nah, she did most of it). She also insisted I take out the trash, which, again, she “helped” me to do. Then I had an afternoon appointment with my new doctor. She did keep me from napping, however, and I was off to my appointment before she left. After my appointment, I returned home, napped (many hours, but), then woke up. I really had to push to get the weight lifting done, I was still very tired. And, I suppose, that old fear kept trying to sneak in and spoil the thing. Not this time, if I did work out quite late/early.
I am very nervous about my new doctor. I think he thinks he is going to play shrink. I indicated that I consider him a transitional doctor, the doctor who will take me from med/psych to a purely medical relationship. I think he has other plans. He is also very dubious about my medicines. He will only keep it as is because he knows my previous doctor and trusts him. He indicated he had not read my file, yet spewed a bunch of crap as if he had. He is not interested in connecting me with a dietician, thinking he will take over that matter himself, personally. On this last, I will give him a chance, but I am doubtful. His attitude and beliefs seem to be in conflict with my interests and health, so far as I can see things. Needs be, I will dump him, and the meds, and just go it alone, again. I never said I was a negotiator. I will give him his 15 minutes, but like I said, I would rather dump a drug pusher or psychopathogen (bad word for pseudo-psychologist) than accept that crap, again, any of it.
The swim went very well. I did more than I ever have, to date, and by far. It is not that I do not get tight, nearly to the point of cramping. It is not as if I do not get tired while swimming. But what is different is I have learned a few ways to allay the cramps and I can now become nearly numb to the exhaustion. I have also been working heavily on my kick, and I have started working on my breathing. Both have greatly increased my stroke in the crawl. I actually look like a competent swimmer (given all), and can stroke a decent set of laps. Maybe not Olympic, but for a 300 pound lost whale… not bad.
The weight lifting was another matter. Perhaps because of the long day, maybe because I was just not able to wake back up well enough after my nap, and then again, maybe it was just because I have not actually formally lifted even if I have moved mass in the moves that my muscles just sort of forgot what to do and how to do it. Fine, I will just do what I can and how I can. I did go back to a previous weight set. I will be using that for two weeks before cycling up (rather than the one week I had been doing). It was a tough lift tonight, but I did get it done.
I have a busy day tomorrow. I have three appointments, a social call, and a few other things I would like to do myself (including physics and ‘statistics and probability’ study). I guess I should say that is today! Drats. Still, I will do what I can, as I may, to the best of my ability. I will do that one day at a time, in sequence, until those days are gone. Then I will ask, when give my pie in the sky, if Saint Peter could add a side of ice cream (if he would not mind). :p
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I completed my swimming and worked out. I went swimming at around 6:00. I then returned home, showered, then visited my barber friend, though I did not end up getting the trim I had planned. I might get to that Wednesday. On top of my plans, my lady friend dropped in to do her laundry. She ended up doing my dishes (helping, nah, she did most of it). She also insisted I take out the trash, which, again, she “helped” me to do. Then I had an afternoon appointment with my new doctor. She did keep me from napping, however, and I was off to my appointment before she left. After my appointment, I returned home, napped (many hours, but), then woke up. I really had to push to get the weight lifting done, I was still very tired. And, I suppose, that old fear kept trying to sneak in and spoil the thing. Not this time, if I did work out quite late/early.
I am very nervous about my new doctor. I think he thinks he is going to play shrink. I indicated that I consider him a transitional doctor, the doctor who will take me from med/psych to a purely medical relationship. I think he has other plans. He is also very dubious about my medicines. He will only keep it as is because he knows my previous doctor and trusts him. He indicated he had not read my file, yet spewed a bunch of crap as if he had. He is not interested in connecting me with a dietician, thinking he will take over that matter himself, personally. On this last, I will give him a chance, but I am doubtful. His attitude and beliefs seem to be in conflict with my interests and health, so far as I can see things. Needs be, I will dump him, and the meds, and just go it alone, again. I never said I was a negotiator. I will give him his 15 minutes, but like I said, I would rather dump a drug pusher or psychopathogen (bad word for pseudo-psychologist) than accept that crap, again, any of it.
The swim went very well. I did more than I ever have, to date, and by far. It is not that I do not get tight, nearly to the point of cramping. It is not as if I do not get tired while swimming. But what is different is I have learned a few ways to allay the cramps and I can now become nearly numb to the exhaustion. I have also been working heavily on my kick, and I have started working on my breathing. Both have greatly increased my stroke in the crawl. I actually look like a competent swimmer (given all), and can stroke a decent set of laps. Maybe not Olympic, but for a 300 pound lost whale… not bad.
The weight lifting was another matter. Perhaps because of the long day, maybe because I was just not able to wake back up well enough after my nap, and then again, maybe it was just because I have not actually formally lifted even if I have moved mass in the moves that my muscles just sort of forgot what to do and how to do it. Fine, I will just do what I can and how I can. I did go back to a previous weight set. I will be using that for two weeks before cycling up (rather than the one week I had been doing). It was a tough lift tonight, but I did get it done.
I have a busy day tomorrow. I have three appointments, a social call, and a few other things I would like to do myself (including physics and ‘statistics and probability’ study). I guess I should say that is today! Drats. Still, I will do what I can, as I may, to the best of my ability. I will do that one day at a time, in sequence, until those days are gone. Then I will ask, when give my pie in the sky, if Saint Peter could add a side of ice cream (if he would not mind). :p
Monday, August 18, 2008
Woot!
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I am awake! It is 5:45 (but my watch is fast, it is actually 5:35). I have been awake since 5:00 (again with that time thing). I wanted to start this week off right. Last week was so dragass I could not believe it. It was depressing and hurtful even. And, resting only made me tired! I could not get going, I could not even enjoy being inactive. So, last night, I put all my effort into getting up today. I did give away last week, perhaps to my old self? It was not a loss, it was not a retreat (if it felt like that), it was a week off that I thought I needed. We will see. But not this week, this week is mine and must be mine. I have too many things going on and working out is back on the menu. So are social activities, appointments, some business, and a few extras!
As always, when starting things back up again, there is always that fear of failure (and success). There are the nagging doubts. The uncertainty about being able to do what I have planned in the short run, and in the long run. There is always a nagging uncertainty about what I should actually be doing, as well. How much can I do? I have a whole mind full of questions, doubts, concerns, and complications. I decided to set that aside, and again, today, begin the rest of my life. I am curious if a week off has hurt me a great deal. I will see with the swim, and then when I lift weights tonight I will have a full picture. Either way, I begin, again, wherever I am. That is as it has always been. Yes, I am excited!
I have a doctors appointment today, though I am not sure what time it is. I will have to call when I get back. If it is later this morning, I may stop by my Barber’s shop, I have been negligent. I will be wearing my weights to the recreation center, the vest weights, 75 pounds of them anyway. I figure that will give me a short and sweet preview of the item. I have become somewhat comfortable with it here around the house. I must admit, it is a pretty serious load. I may wait to add the last 25 pounds for some time. I am very serious about getting up early each day this week, even my off days. I would like to start walking on my off days, with the weights and maybe with a friend. I also have an appointment with the VA voc. rehab. this coming Thursday. He sounded pleasant, this time. We will see. Either way, it is pretty much a done deal, school that is. Now, however, to see if I can make it.
Off weeks are full of boogeymen. I am one, but that does not help. I think I have to stay busy, and at it, or I fall. That frightens me, though, as I am not sure how long I can tread water. And I think treading water is all life is. *huff, huff, huff…* *Go!!! Go!!! Go!!!*
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I am awake! It is 5:45 (but my watch is fast, it is actually 5:35). I have been awake since 5:00 (again with that time thing). I wanted to start this week off right. Last week was so dragass I could not believe it. It was depressing and hurtful even. And, resting only made me tired! I could not get going, I could not even enjoy being inactive. So, last night, I put all my effort into getting up today. I did give away last week, perhaps to my old self? It was not a loss, it was not a retreat (if it felt like that), it was a week off that I thought I needed. We will see. But not this week, this week is mine and must be mine. I have too many things going on and working out is back on the menu. So are social activities, appointments, some business, and a few extras!
As always, when starting things back up again, there is always that fear of failure (and success). There are the nagging doubts. The uncertainty about being able to do what I have planned in the short run, and in the long run. There is always a nagging uncertainty about what I should actually be doing, as well. How much can I do? I have a whole mind full of questions, doubts, concerns, and complications. I decided to set that aside, and again, today, begin the rest of my life. I am curious if a week off has hurt me a great deal. I will see with the swim, and then when I lift weights tonight I will have a full picture. Either way, I begin, again, wherever I am. That is as it has always been. Yes, I am excited!
I have a doctors appointment today, though I am not sure what time it is. I will have to call when I get back. If it is later this morning, I may stop by my Barber’s shop, I have been negligent. I will be wearing my weights to the recreation center, the vest weights, 75 pounds of them anyway. I figure that will give me a short and sweet preview of the item. I have become somewhat comfortable with it here around the house. I must admit, it is a pretty serious load. I may wait to add the last 25 pounds for some time. I am very serious about getting up early each day this week, even my off days. I would like to start walking on my off days, with the weights and maybe with a friend. I also have an appointment with the VA voc. rehab. this coming Thursday. He sounded pleasant, this time. We will see. Either way, it is pretty much a done deal, school that is. Now, however, to see if I can make it.
Off weeks are full of boogeymen. I am one, but that does not help. I think I have to stay busy, and at it, or I fall. That frightens me, though, as I am not sure how long I can tread water. And I think treading water is all life is. *huff, huff, huff…* *Go!!! Go!!! Go!!!*
Sunday, August 17, 2008
While I was at it... too funny.
What Your Feet Say About You: |
 You are more expressive than most people. You let everyone know how you're feeling - the good, the bad, and the ugly. You are a very passionate person. You are highly charged and easily inspired. You are an assertive person at times. You'll pull out all the stops to get what you want, if it's worth it. You take a while to fall in love, but once you do, you stay pretty attached to your partner. You are not afraid of anything. You are brave and courageous, even when most people would be terrified. You are very practical and down to earth. You're more concerned with action than thoughts. You are very spoiled. You don't work unless you have to, and you love to be waited on. You are easily influenced by other people. You're quite impressionable, so you should only be around people who are a good influence. |
What Your Hands Say About You |
 You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills. Bold and daring, you're not afraid to change your life if you think it needs an overhaul. Brainy and intelligent, you are intellectual to the point of being incomprehensible. Your emotions tend to be relaxed and uncomplicated. You don't read too much into things. |
Saturday, August 16, 2008
A slow week.
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I have not done a great deal. I have not figured out how to wake up early yet. And there are some things I had hoped to start that I have not. I have set school up, I finished “negotiating” with the college people, I have created a schedule (which fits everyone’s criteria), and I have arranged the final appointment with the last man on the list. I have started wearing the weight vest. I started with 50 pounds and I am up to 75 pounds now. It really settles me down. Though I have not be walking with it yet, I do wear it for hours at a time here at the house. When I get back to swimming, I will wear it in my walk to the rec. center and back.
I have noticed that my skin is changing. It is becoming thicker and stronger. I do not cut as easily as I used to, even though that never was a problem. Some of that may be due to the extra sunshine it receives, but some of it is due to tightening from muscle growth. You would notice a large difference, Waterboy, from when I visited. Though I am not thin, or greatly more muscled, I have traded off enough fat for muscle that even I am surprised (and can see) and since my visit.
I do not know how to figure out how to get up earlier. I know it includes going to bed earlier. Neither seems to be an easy task, or completely successful even when I am able to get to bed earlier. Still, swimming will have to make it back into the queue. Weight lifting can be done at almost any time, so I am not too worried about that. I need to begin getting up early for classes anyway, so it would be great to get up at 5:30, shower and go swimming, come home and shower, then head right on over to school for pre-class studies (and to bushwhack the TA’s and profs).
I have not heard a word from the V.A. dietician. I have an appointment Monday with my new doctor so I will ask then. I may also try to arrange therapy sessions. It seems they allow these when school starts. It adds to the load, but I have found that it can help. The major thing is as I become more able, it is new territory. I have to go through new and old fears, again and again, until I am a bit more familiar with a particular fear (as with weight lifting and the fears of failing or not being able to lift the new weights and etc.). She helps with this and allows me to investigate some things. I should just call it a resource and leave it at that.
That is about it for this week. Note to self… Relaxing and just kicking back is not worth the lack of effort. *sigh* I am going to be tired no matter what I do, so I might as well earn my exhaustion. *grins*
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I have not done a great deal. I have not figured out how to wake up early yet. And there are some things I had hoped to start that I have not. I have set school up, I finished “negotiating” with the college people, I have created a schedule (which fits everyone’s criteria), and I have arranged the final appointment with the last man on the list. I have started wearing the weight vest. I started with 50 pounds and I am up to 75 pounds now. It really settles me down. Though I have not be walking with it yet, I do wear it for hours at a time here at the house. When I get back to swimming, I will wear it in my walk to the rec. center and back.
I have noticed that my skin is changing. It is becoming thicker and stronger. I do not cut as easily as I used to, even though that never was a problem. Some of that may be due to the extra sunshine it receives, but some of it is due to tightening from muscle growth. You would notice a large difference, Waterboy, from when I visited. Though I am not thin, or greatly more muscled, I have traded off enough fat for muscle that even I am surprised (and can see) and since my visit.
I do not know how to figure out how to get up earlier. I know it includes going to bed earlier. Neither seems to be an easy task, or completely successful even when I am able to get to bed earlier. Still, swimming will have to make it back into the queue. Weight lifting can be done at almost any time, so I am not too worried about that. I need to begin getting up early for classes anyway, so it would be great to get up at 5:30, shower and go swimming, come home and shower, then head right on over to school for pre-class studies (and to bushwhack the TA’s and profs).
I have not heard a word from the V.A. dietician. I have an appointment Monday with my new doctor so I will ask then. I may also try to arrange therapy sessions. It seems they allow these when school starts. It adds to the load, but I have found that it can help. The major thing is as I become more able, it is new territory. I have to go through new and old fears, again and again, until I am a bit more familiar with a particular fear (as with weight lifting and the fears of failing or not being able to lift the new weights and etc.). She helps with this and allows me to investigate some things. I should just call it a resource and leave it at that.
That is about it for this week. Note to self… Relaxing and just kicking back is not worth the lack of effort. *sigh* I am going to be tired no matter what I do, so I might as well earn my exhaustion. *grins*
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