Looking back over the year, 2013 has not been one of my best—not even close. But that’s what I’m thankful for.
For me, oregano oil’s reputation as an effective antimicrobial has been proven. Read on if you’re interested in the details (not gross, but hardly scintillating content).
Some of you may remember that I’d been having difficulties with my Linux box. Recently, a dear friend ended that via a shiny Debian install. O’course, before it was installed, all my important files were copied elsewhere; and I’ve been slowly making progress on getting the new house nicely appointed, so to speak. One of the things I remembered to get from the old Firefox was my most recent bookmarks file... from 2008.
In keeping with my attitude of “I don’t invite Ebola into my house, so why treat the USSA gov any differently?”, I tend to explore its doings only to the depth of the headlines on the Google News page. However, with the current “shutdown” continuing, discussion of it and the reasons behind it have seeped into a lot of usually less-political commentary I regularly peruse. As a result, I’ve encountered a particular line of reasoning—truly, only for very large values of same—for which I cannot contain my ire any longer.
I actually gave myself a gift. Sort of. I’m getting a genetic test done. The sample’s en route to the lab. But I’ve already made some very interesting discoveries.
Honest: I am thinking about more things than music these days. But those other things too often result in a blur of attentional demands upon me, leaving me little time to even attempt to compose cogent thoughts, let alone a cogent essay. Recently I’ve been thinking about Queen a lot, so it seems natural to commemorate the band’s truly inimitable front man, Freddie Mercury.
Let me be clear from the outset: I am not questioning the man’s monstrous musical talent in any way by asking that question. I ask it because at some point back in the 1970s, I selected a song as my favorite Elton John song. (For those who don’t know or may have forgotten, toward the bottom of this list I provide a hint about how bad I am at choosing favorites of nearly everything.) That Elton fact having clawed its way back to my conscious brain, of course I had to listen to the song ...
It was so cool. I never knew when it was going to happen, nor how; so when it did, it was always amazing.
I rolled up the garage door yesterday, intently focused on reclaiming a portion of our yard from the weeds that flourished while I was sick and unable to do much of anything. The scent that wafted over me sent my mind on an entirely different path, however.
First things first: all three of us passed our promotion tests, so tomorrow we will be presented with certificates and the new belts for our respective kyu. Snolf Mk. I and are now seventh kyu, while Snolf Mk. II is ninth kyu (after less than a full year of training). As should be clear from the numerals, we are all still in relatively low ranks (first kyu is the level at which one prepares for black belt; one who has earned the first-level black belt is a “shodan”). The level doesn’t necessarily correspond to how much one has learned about oneself over the journey, though; and now that I have passed through the eye of this needle, I think I’ve learned—or at least been reminded of—a fair bit about myself.
Well. I have had a challenging three months. And things will continue intensifying through the beginning of June. Read on only if you can stomach my self-absorption...
Precisely one week ago, Anders Monsen published his top 50 libertarian fiction list, and included the rules he chose. I particularly like his restriction of only one choice per author; not only does it help spread the love around, as it were, but it encourages the listmaker to reflect on the various volumes of, for example, Robert Heinlein and to attempt to articulate the ineffable: Which one do I really like best, and is good at promoting liberty?
I don’t know where I came across the article originally, but I bookmarked it to return to and read through at my leisure, because the title and bit I skimmed were so intriguing. I’m so glad I did.
Not just food treats, either. It’s proving to be more of a challenge than I anticipated.