Don Quixote is one of, if not the most, enduring story of all time, and probably the first time the modern version of what we call a novel was created. Miguel de Cervantes penned the story in the early 1600s, and that’s 400 years ago, for those who are mathematically challenged. This was right around the time when the Spanish Inquisition had really hit its stride, which was great – unless you were mostly everyone. No electricity, no free speech, no Starbucks – it was an era that seems alien to us now, and because of this it is easy to assume that Dan Quixote has no bearing on today’s fast paced world of Tweets, TMZ, and the latest celebrity nude phone hack.
I was watching PBS recently, as I often do, and caught a special about Gothic churches and how the pointed arch and flying buttress allowed for construction to great heights. It’s amazing—before these advances, castles, churches, and other structures needed big, thick, stone walls with very small windows to support upper floors. The pointed arch was the iron girder of the day, allowing building techniques to leap forward, almost overnight. Amazing structures like Notre Dame, The Church of St. Denis, and Canterbury Cathedral couldn’t have been built without this simple advancement – a change of just a few degrees in the stones at the top of the arch.
Pain pills are a hot button issue right now. It is almost impossible to read any blog, website, or magazine about current events that doesn’t mention the “epidemic” of prescription pain medicine abuse. Even here at CreakyJoints, the articles and posts that have something to do with narcotic medications seem to always get the most comment. It’s easy to see why—these are troubling times for those who suffer from chronic pain and promise to become increasingly troubling as time goes on. What’s especially tragic is that so many people who are dead set against narcotic painkillers don’t even understand these medications.
My pillow – it’s one of the few things I own that I absolutely couldn’t live without. Sure, I have gadgets that I love to play with, and I have a closet full of clothes that make me look debonair, and I even have a fantastic record player and some of the greatest music ever written on original vinyl, but as super awesome as all of that is, I don’t need it to live. I could sit around and read old newspapers all day for entertainment, if I had to, I’m not picky. What I do need, though, are the things that help me avoid pain, and that includes the stiffness in my back and neck that can happen in the morning. The only relief I have found is my in my pillow.
A while back, my friend Lene Andersen from The Seated View had asked for a signed copy of my book to give as a prize for her Our Hands Can! event for the month of October. Well, the October event has happened, and the winner has been declared. I just want to say thank you to my friend Lene and everyone over at The Seated View for this great honor. I’m truly humbled by all the work and great writing Lene and others post over there, and all I can say is keep up the great work! Thanks! Check it out yourself.
I know this isn’t my usual fare, but a friend asked me to listen to an album and give my thoughts recently, so I did. It was so interesting, I thought I’d share. When it was suggested that I listen to Olga Walks Away and commit my thoughts to paper, I immediately said “yes.” Writing about music is not something I often do, as the world of politics and my health-related endeavors don’t present me with many opportunities for such a treat. After I thought about the task more, I realized that I absolutely couldn’t wait until I had a few hours to myself to fire up the old tube amp and give the album a spin on my Fostex cans. (Any band like Aunt Ange who so graciously provides lossless formats for download should be applauded).
It’s coming up on that time of year again, the one where people generously give presents to children all over the country simply for being festive. No, I’m not talking about Christmas, it’s Halloween I’m talking about. Halloween was always one of my favorite holidays, although it is much different now than from when I was young. That can be said about most things these days, though. Even so, Halloween was special.
Being a part of CreakyJoints and many other autoimmune communities, I like to think I have at least a decent idea of the things that other sufferers have gone through in their lifetimes. After gleaning this knowledge, I realize that my childhood was unique in the fact that the friends I had instantly accepted my disease and its many shortcomings.
With the advent of the new CreakyJoints website, it was suggested to me that it might be nice to write about CreakyJoints itself, and what it means and has meant to me over the years. So, without further ado, here it is.
Someone asked me the other day how long I had been writing for CreakyJoints, and I had to admit that I didn’t know, exactly. So, I went back and looked up the first e-mails exchanged between me and Seth Ginsberg, and it turns out that I have been a contributing member of CJ since June 2010. That’s a bit more than four years for those of you who are counting, believe it or not.
So, the iPhone 6 is just about to hit stores, and by the time you read this, it will most definitely be sold out everywhere. They say that it’s going to be the biggest iPhone launch yet, with millions already pre-ordered and customers already waiting until November for some models. Then again, every iPhone release is the “biggest iPhone launch yet,” and my and the rest of my Apple brethren fall for it, every time. It’s a never-ending cycle, and as I was sitting here, waiting for my shipping confirmation, I realized that these bi-yearly iPhone releases reminded me of something else very similar – something that all of us with autoimmune disease go through all the time.
Recently, I had the honor of authoring a guest post for my friend Lene over at The Seated View. She so graciously allowed me to write whatever I wanted, and I decided it was time to show the world just what it would be like if people like me were no longer able to obtain narcotics in this country. You can check out the post, my book, Lene’s great books, and more, over at her website. Happy reading!