Another one down. Yesterday, Tuesday, August 5th, 2008, marked the 12 year anniversary of my accident. 12 years? I can’t believe it. But even more relevant, at least concerning this here blog, is today signifies it’s been an entire year since I “officially” launched this endeavor.
And what a year it’s been… Continue reading Yesterday
I’ve always been aware of the rumblings on the band Converge, and specifically that of their 2001 release “Jane Doe.” But for whatever reason I’ve never been that motivated to check them out.
Then one day a vagrant showed up on my doorstep with their Epilaugh debut You Fail Me. And hearing it was cool–in a much as anything that Jared subjects upon me can be considered a good thing–I eventually bought into it. And given the fact that the recording is harsh–way too much high end–I learned to enjoy, most of it. My main complaint–besides the “equalization”–being the album doesn’t flow very effectively. So with their release of No Heros, I felt a somewhat obvious compulsion to check it out. And I did. Continue reading Convergence
A friend who posed a set of questions for yours truly to answer for a school paper she is to write just left. It seems I slightly misunderstood the premise. She didn’t necessarily need me to write out every answer and hand them, complete to her. Which I did. She was to interview me and ask her questions and jot down my answers. She only forwarded me the questions as a “heads up” gesture. So I could think about and plan my answers, I guess. But what’s done is done.
But what was most compelling was the conversations that ensued. You see, she worked with me early on in my rehabilitation and was witness to much of what she asked. She able to add some to my thoughts. Things I forgot, was unaware of or, yes even hadn’t considered. Continue reading Interview
I remember being told about a “journal” my family kept for my benefit, chronicling events occurring in the initial month following my accident. And as time “crept” by I, of course forgot all about it. But upon grilling collective members of my kin for details concerning specific events, my sister politely reminded me of it’s existence. Curious as I am, I figured it was time to see it.
Neatly written within the opening paragraph, my mother wrote, “I wanted to let you know what was happening while you were sleeping.” There I sat, by myself at the kitchen table looking through an important piece of personal history. Hardly in a position, then or now (quite fitting actually) to return the warmth I was able to peruse all these many years later. Continue reading Appreciating Effort