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). Continue reading “And Now For Something Completely Different… Aunt Ange” »
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!