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Letter From My Lady

I wrote "Letter From My Lady" for my wife, Christine, in 1995 while I was living in East Los Angeles. I had picked up a second-hand guitar, and recorded the tune on a low-quality portable tape recorder, inside a half-completed spa room underneath the tiny apartment I shared with three skinny white guys.

This version is slightly better quality :) It still has a few errors, but for what it's worth, you can download the MP3 here.

It's incredibly simple, and my hope is that its brevity is what keeps it from being dull. Let me know what you think! This will be one of the tracks on my next album, currently untitled, due out toward the end of this year.

If you are visiting from Garageband, please note that this tune is not yet finished! I've released it for consumption by family and friends and whomever visits the website, but it's not up for review on Garageband for a very good reason -- it's still a work-in-progress. Thanks.

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Cataclysm

I just had a nap during lunch, and for once actually fell fully asleep rather than just resting.
I had the strangest dream.  Maybe I'll write a song about it one day.  For now, a short story will suffice.

I lived near some indefinite area near the seashore.  It reminded me a great deal of the approach to Seattle -- a long bay of brackish water, surrounded by bright green rounded hills cascading from the impressive mountaintops at the periphery of vision.  The water was still and calm, reflecting the pale blue of the slightly hazy sky dappled with puffy clouds.

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American Fourth of July

BOOM.

That's what a firework is supposed to sound like.

Big. Freaking. BOOM!!!

Well, this year we decided to take up residence in an abandoned cornfield about three-quarters of a mile from the explosions with some friends. We hauled chairs out of vans, set up some portable lawn chairs, and other than some hidden barbed wire biting our ankles, had a pretty fun time.

We could see the Grantsville fireworks clearly, as well as the Tooele County fireworks we'd planned on seeing. There was a mishap with the Tooele County fireworks about halfway through the show, where two massive blooms never left their canisters and exploded on the ground, apparently showering the onlookers with ash and frightening the techs. They were REALLY big boomers. The rest of the show went very slowly as they tried to recover from a major mishap.

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Prognosis: Hypochondriac. Or something.

Went to the neurological specialist. He didn't see any nerve damage (good). He ran a quick neurological exam, having me touch my nose with my eyes closed, walk in a straight line, etc. I felt like I was being examined for drunk driving. Results: I'm Fine, healthy as any overweight 30-year-old has a right to be.

But the fact that my right leg didn't work again this morning when I woke up troubled me. I caught myself before I fell this time, and sat on the bed for a couple of minutes until I felt like it would support my weight. Very weird.

So I have a follow-up MRI scheduled to look at my spinal cord. At this point, the nice thing is that the life-threatening and terribly damaging things have been ruled out. What I'm left with is probably either some sort of residual spinal cord damage from the car accident I was in at 17, or some other non-critical weirdness that maybe we can get to the bottom of.

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Lyme, STD, and Church Callings

I spent some time out on the front lawn swing with Christy, Elijah, and my neighbor, Timini.  Timini is still in the midst of a bout with Lyme's Disease, although it's greatly improved for her...

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Lyme, STD, and Church Callings

I spent some time out on the front lawn swing with Christy, Elijah, and my neighbor, Timini.  Timini is still in the midst of a bout with Lyme's Disease, although it's greatly improved for her...

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Spam, Trademark, Sodomy

Random thoughts of the day follow.  No coherence intended, none promised. Click "read more" below for details.

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Results from the MRI

So I got back the results from my doctor: Apparently, I don't have a brain tumor (thank goodness!) but I still have a fair-sized cyst on my brain. That must have been what I saw in the MRI picture.

Anyway, got an appointment for Thursday morning at 8:30 AM to evaluate me by a neurologist, and probably a follow-up to determine if the Lyme's Disease possibility is worth pursuing. Apparently it doesn't enter many doctor's minds that a patient may have grown up on the East Coast where there are lots and lots of ticks.

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One More Try with Mozblog



I'm ready to give this one more try with Mozblog...

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The MRI machine

This is my story about my experience with the MRI. I have more resources available at the bottom of this page

The bus was hot.  Despite the air conditioning's valiant effort to stave off the sweltering surges of hot wind and dry desert dust, heat leaked through the cracks in the windowsills like miniature furnace blowers, reducing the comfort of the cooled air to barely-tolerable.


As was my usual routine when riding the Utah Transit Authority bus, I was leaning my head on my trusty Bone Pillow.  The Bone Pillow is so-named because it's shaped roughly like a femur.  Narrow in the center, it is broad at both ends, and three-sided so that it is easier to wedge into tough cracks.  Mine is blue, with a slight paisley pattern long since faded into obscurity by the leaning of head, sweat, and skin oils soaking into it so deeply that no amount of laundering extracts the shade.  Yet it's my pillow to use on the bus, and I like it.

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