Hello Fellow Travelers!
I went to a Giants' game this week and they easily won so that was great. Great seats (Thanks, D.), great snacks and on the way to the parking garage I checked out the newly gentrified China Basin that many of the young hipsters walked to after the game. There were easily a half dozen microbreweries within walking distance of the ballpark. The entire area was new with walkways and new real estate where it used to be sketchy.
Last week I posted a little blurb about the last season of Top Chef in New Orleans and why I hoped we could watch it together. Not all my programming ideas have ended so well. "Doomsday Castle" was disappointing but I was really alarmed at the hijinx on a program called,"Naked & Afraid". That's the show on The Learning Channel (of all places) that doesn't promise the winner anything. When one naked (and really stupid) man gives himself parasites and has to be carried out of the jungle on a stretcher to the hospital! To the surprise of absolutely no one! The fearless female goes it alone and then she left too! So it's finally just the camera running alone! In the Seychelles! Hilarious!
I included a picture of Yoda this week (Another reason "Revenge of the Sith" is my favorite Star Wars movie is we see a much younger Yoda - this Yoda kicks ass and doesn't take names!) partly because he's a classic but mostly because his vague, Confucian-speak (Is he waxing poetic? Or just talking sideways? Who cares?) carries a really positive message. Yoda is also good friends with the Wookies! And who doesn't love Wookies? Yoda or the idea of Yoda is pretty inspirational, and, as I've said before I'll take inspiration wherever I can get it.
Again, I have to think everything happens for a reason. I never cared for driving and now I can't. I used to work in Food & Beverage, and now I can't consume either! My ability to communicate has been diminished to my right hand, so I got a new laptop and started writing. I feel great all the time and have no earthly reason for feeling so good. Usually I would say, "It's not cancer so who cares?" Which is pretty much my baseline for measuring anything these days but it's important for me to know if brain surgery is the source of my incredible lightness of being. Because if my false-yet-oddly-familiar sense of well-being came from having a large tumor removed from my brain, I would like to know about it.
If there is a harder way to do something I will invariably find it, and cancer recovery is no exception, I figure I've been locked inside my head for over two and a half years. Armed, bank robbers, rapists, serve less time than that. I checked. I'm bored, really. My uncanny vast scope of knowledge of pop culture (and history - not only can I tell you Mr. Eastwood's marital status, I also know his body of work, in chronological order. Why I know this, and more importantly, why I can't forget it, I have no clue.) Maybe I am supposed to rant all this seemingly disconnected trivia together. I have to increase my Bataan Death Marches (don't ask) and lengthen my balancing sessions (really don't ask) at each end of the day.
A couple of days ago I checked in with my oncologist - he's another one that makes me laugh - from his perspective the cancer was obliterated so from his end it's gone brilliantly! My life sucks but there's no cancer so who cares? Seriously, that's the threshold for success! It's as low as it sounds! Just try not to die! Past that, no one can say for sure. Well, I can still make fun of everyday events and still have plenty of food and beverage and goofy trends to offer derogatory commentary about. So there's that.
I guess since there is no place for someone like me I'll have to create my own space and a niche for myself. I'm too young to be old and too old to be young. So maybe I'll set a new trend - my own. I am still pretty smart. I'll keep working physically and keep rehabbing until I regain something resembling a life. Not seeing any real necessity for food and having a really high threshold of pain leaves me uniquely qualified to repel any mutant cells. I was born to do this. Nothing has happened yet with the neuroplasticity that I can see, but I'm ready for everything else that's coming!
I went to a Giants' game this week and they easily won so that was great. Great seats (Thanks, D.), great snacks and on the way to the parking garage I checked out the newly gentrified China Basin that many of the young hipsters walked to after the game. There were easily a half dozen microbreweries within walking distance of the ballpark. The entire area was new with walkways and new real estate where it used to be sketchy.
Last week I posted a little blurb about the last season of Top Chef in New Orleans and why I hoped we could watch it together. Not all my programming ideas have ended so well. "Doomsday Castle" was disappointing but I was really alarmed at the hijinx on a program called,"Naked & Afraid". That's the show on The Learning Channel (of all places) that doesn't promise the winner anything. When one naked (and really stupid) man gives himself parasites and has to be carried out of the jungle on a stretcher to the hospital! To the surprise of absolutely no one! The fearless female goes it alone and then she left too! So it's finally just the camera running alone! In the Seychelles! Hilarious!
I included a picture of Yoda this week (Another reason "Revenge of the Sith" is my favorite Star Wars movie is we see a much younger Yoda - this Yoda kicks ass and doesn't take names!) partly because he's a classic but mostly because his vague, Confucian-speak (Is he waxing poetic? Or just talking sideways? Who cares?) carries a really positive message. Yoda is also good friends with the Wookies! And who doesn't love Wookies? Yoda or the idea of Yoda is pretty inspirational, and, as I've said before I'll take inspiration wherever I can get it.
Again, I have to think everything happens for a reason. I never cared for driving and now I can't. I used to work in Food & Beverage, and now I can't consume either! My ability to communicate has been diminished to my right hand, so I got a new laptop and started writing. I feel great all the time and have no earthly reason for feeling so good. Usually I would say, "It's not cancer so who cares?" Which is pretty much my baseline for measuring anything these days but it's important for me to know if brain surgery is the source of my incredible lightness of being. Because if my false-yet-oddly-familiar sense of well-being came from having a large tumor removed from my brain, I would like to know about it.
If there is a harder way to do something I will invariably find it, and cancer recovery is no exception, I figure I've been locked inside my head for over two and a half years. Armed, bank robbers, rapists, serve less time than that. I checked. I'm bored, really. My uncanny vast scope of knowledge of pop culture (and history - not only can I tell you Mr. Eastwood's marital status, I also know his body of work, in chronological order. Why I know this, and more importantly, why I can't forget it, I have no clue.) Maybe I am supposed to rant all this seemingly disconnected trivia together. I have to increase my Bataan Death Marches (don't ask) and lengthen my balancing sessions (really don't ask) at each end of the day.
A couple of days ago I checked in with my oncologist - he's another one that makes me laugh - from his perspective the cancer was obliterated so from his end it's gone brilliantly! My life sucks but there's no cancer so who cares? Seriously, that's the threshold for success! It's as low as it sounds! Just try not to die! Past that, no one can say for sure. Well, I can still make fun of everyday events and still have plenty of food and beverage and goofy trends to offer derogatory commentary about. So there's that.
I guess since there is no place for someone like me I'll have to create my own space and a niche for myself. I'm too young to be old and too old to be young. So maybe I'll set a new trend - my own. I am still pretty smart. I'll keep working physically and keep rehabbing until I regain something resembling a life. Not seeing any real necessity for food and having a really high threshold of pain leaves me uniquely qualified to repel any mutant cells. I was born to do this. Nothing has happened yet with the neuroplasticity that I can see, but I'm ready for everything else that's coming!
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