Until recently I’ve never been a person who likes to consume any sort of hot beverage. Honestly I’ve never understood why a person would want to actually drink a pipping hot liquid that frankly tastes like ass. And tea, undeservedly fell into the same category that coffee, of any sort so richly deserves.
But it’s been a good three years since I started drinking a South American wild tea called Yerba-Mate… Continue reading The Yerb
Something about the label “quadriplegic” and being considered a “quad” was something that never felt right. Not for any other reason than I felt it failed to give my ability proper description. In terms of I how used to view the term as a description of a disability more than anything.
When I think of a person who suffers from quadriplegia I tend to picture people I’ve shared time with in rehab. Individuals who, for the most part have a fair amount of difficulty moving most of their body below their neck. Not that I saw it as degrading or insulting. Honestly I just thought of myself not fitting into, what I perceived as the classification.
I realize how flawed my interpretation of the condition was, and yes I’ve rearranged the way in which I look upon it and myself. Continue reading Quadriplegia
I had to look at this much more than once. More than twice. A third didn’t hurt. But I’m not one bit closer to understanding it. Truly bizarre…
“NOFX are headlining the opening of the Democratic National Convention at Red Rocks in Denver, Colorado this Friday, August 22nd. To celebrate Barack “Punk Rock†Obama’s nomination, NOFX will perform Punk in Drublic in its entirety and in order.” Continue reading Barack “Punk Rock†Obama?
I’ve an exciting little revelation to share with you’s. Soon after posting yesterday’s contribution, A Very Powerful Appreciation, I felt the undeniable escalation of anticipation I used to experience following bouts of creativity. It’s been quite a long time since anything has triggered those feelings, at least in any significant manner…