Friday, March 23, 2012
As a spinal cord patient, making this decision was not easy one. I can remember June, almost 2 years ago, when I moved to the board and care home. I have to remember that's coming out of spinal cord rehab, my attendants needed to move my body using a Hoyer lift. A sling was placed underneath my body and attached to a hydraulically powered lift the and drug across the room to drop me into my chair, or into my bed.
The Hoyer lift remains in my closet, and reminds me of the progress that I've made, the progress my body has made. Whenever I get disgusted over the people with whom I share a house, I have to remember the humble state I was in just two years ago. Two years ago, before my spinal cord surgery, I did not have the strength, the knowledge, or skills needed to safely move about my home. I should stay grateful for the patience I learned living with others. Now, I'm ready to reclaim my peace of mind.
Where I lived before the surgery, I had a number of friends. One was my friend Jack, a man of known for almost 20 years. Deciding reapply at this complex again, the thought occurred to me to call Jack, and see how he is doing. Today was my appointment, and I came my identification, my bank statements, and my general good sense of humor. I sat with the lady for less than half an hour, filling out and signing various documents. I went outside to find many residents I knew from my previous time living there.
Because I knew they had ADA apartments on-site, I wanted to know what it would take for me to gets on the waiting list for one. Apparently, the wait for a standard apartment is about three or four months. The lady asked me if I wanted an ADA apartment. Looking down at my legs, my hands, my power wheelchair, I smiled and told her that that would be splendid. She told me that in that case, there was an ADA apartment available and ready to rent. Maybe this process of moving is going to move smoother than I realized.
My desire and need for lowered countertops and a role in shower, has shot me to the top of the list. I checked out the unit , I thanked the apartment manager, and went out into the courtyard to say hello to old friends.. I got to share with them that I was moving back in, and that I'd seen the unit that I'll be moving into. Someone asked me," what unit will be moving into?" I told them number 415. He looked over at someone else and asked," wasn't for fifteen good unit number of that guy jack who died a couple months ago?" And in the next 5 minutes I got to find out that not only is my friend passed away, but that as a result of his passing, I now have a place to live. I copied down lots of phone numbers in my cell phone. I happen to know that his is there also. I guess that's one number I won't get around to using.
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Friday, March 16, 2012
Still, people tell us these things perhaps to inform us, but were likely to arouse some kind of emotional response. But, I did a Google search on the number of advertising messages a person sees a day. While there is no real system to get an accurate number on this, most people accept that the number is rather large. The Google search I did came up with estimates of anywhere from 500 to 5000 advertising messages or images a day.
I do love technology, but historically I've been slow to adopt it. I even once said that I would only accept technology that is at least five years obsolete. Once again I throw out an arbitrary value of my own. Who knows why I picked five years? Yet, I am not absent from this world. I sit on the Internet, I do watch some television, and I am out in the world every single day. Even I come face-to-face with hundreds advertising messages trying to burrow into my brain. Even I fall under the evil influence of advertisers. I know it's shocking to hear me make such an admission.
I wanted to build an image of myself. I liked the image I had of myself as being technologically resistant. Forty years after the writing of Toffler's future shock, I enjoy putting the brakes on change in my life. I watched the television show Monk, when a woman asked Adrian," you don't like change much. Do you"? He said that he doesn't mind change; he just doesn't want to be there when it happens. I sometimes feel like that.
I enjoy my Samsung flip phone, my old IBM Lenovo laptop(with the Windows XP OS), my MP3 player, in my small room filled with surge protectors, Chargers, transformers, and single-purpose tech devices. Funny however, I acknowledge my limited mobility. I see that issues that come from my limited digits (fingers) in this digital age. I have become sold on the utility of multipurpose devices. In short, I want an Android. I'm talking about a tablet. My little fingers hate holding books. Backpacks are a mess. People up in hitting me up to buy for myself a book reader device.
A 7 inch tablet is what I'm looking for. The ability to check my e-mail, read my books, surf the net, take pictures, and report to you; it's all too good to be true. The trick is to find the right one. Piece by piece I am actually researching this information. You would think that I've escaped my impulsivity. Yet, sorting the pros and cons of each one device is taking time. It's scary knowing that owning the most popular readers demand that I purchase my reading material through their parent company. Apparently, there is some truth in that statement. I was lost in a moment's reverie, when I discovered that the android store provides access to over 400,000 apps.( the Kindle Fire apparently only has access to 10,000 of those apps . Hmmnnn.)
All this would be a moot point, if I never walked into Barnes & Noble on that one day. It was a different day, a day with special vibration, and me wandering about with the curious sensitivity. I saw the Barnes & Noble Nook display, held the device in my hand, and asked the salesman many questions. It feels wrong to confess this vulnerability. But luckily, I had no money. The Android people, the iPad people, the Kindle reader devotees, all played a part in this meme that was planted in my soul. Like a sneeze, like a nervous tic, or the aura of an oncoming seizure this meme begs fulfillment. But, I can still read about them, touch them, and visit them. I do not have to have one right now.
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Monday, March 12, 2012
apocalypse Look up apocalypse at Dictionary.com late 14c., "revelation, disclosure," from Church L. apocalypsis "revelation," from Gk. apokalyptein "uncover, disclose, reveal," from apo- "from" (see apo-) + kalyptein "to cover, conceal" (see Calypso). The Christian end-of-the-world story is part of the revelation in John of Patmos' book "Apokalypsis" (a title rendered into English as "Apocalypse" c.1230 and "Revelations" by Wyclif c.1380). Its general sense in M.E. was "insight, vision; hallucination;" meaning "a cataclysmic event" is modern. As agent nouns, apocalypst (1829), apocalypt (1834), and apocalyptist (1835) have been tried.
This is the band Apocalyptica, starting out as a Metallica tribute band from Finland, I never learned their music until recently. In fact, it was not until I discovered them that I realized an appreciation for Metallica's music in general. Here are the four playing Nothing Else Matters.