Health Central, one of the more respected health-related website on the net, has conducted a profile on me that focuses on the new Talking Joints storytelling series. Even though it has only been out for a short time, the response to the three episodes available has been amazing. Check out the article and then, if you have not already, check out Talking Joints and listen to two or three episodes. If you have already heard it, well, listen again, it can’t hurt! Start quoting it to your friends and family, and possibly even start tagging objects with sayings from the show.
Prophetic words. More and more lately, this quote has been echoing in my mind. I heard these words many years ago during a trip to the theater, when that sort of thing was still required if one wanted to see a new movie. The awe and wonder of the big screen was one of my favorite things, and I especially loved sci-fi (if you can identify the film that the quote is from, kudos – you are a true movie buff). The quote was uttered after a devastating set of events that resulted from progressing for the sake of progress without stopping to consider the consequences. It’s a question we rarely ask any more, at a time when, tragically, we should be asking it the most.
The Internet. The explosion of the information superhighway has been a boon for so many different industries – medical, financial, technology, and, of course, communications.
The TalkingJoints storytelling series, where I recount some of the crazy antics that have befallen me while dealing with different aspects of my disease, is finally here. I apologize that it took so long to come to fruition, but it was a long road o’ hoe. The 5-minute episodes, or what I like to call popcasts, represent more work that you probably realize, so it means a lot to me and the rest of the people who helped make it happen. Enough about hardships, though, let’s talk about how TalkingJoints came into being, and why it’s so important.
Talking Joints, the 5-minute podcast, or what I like to call a popcast, has finally been put online! Listen to me opine about the ills of this world, all viewed through the rose-colored glasses of autoimmune disease. If you want to laugh and you have no time, then this is the popcast for you! There are three episodes online now, and more to come!
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).