Month: May 2016

Yes it did, and I kinda liked it.

“Ha! ‘Kinda liked it’? I call BS. You’d rather sit there and write than [fill in the blank].” My BS Detector

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Most people have probably heard of The Zone, and many of us have experienced it — that mental space where everything flows, things seem to fall into place without effort, and Time has no meaning. Artists, artisans, athletes, authors, drivers, gamers, inventors, mail sorters, mathematicians, meditators, readers, scientists — almost anyone doing anything that requires reflexivity or creative thought can sometimes find themselves in The Zone.

But fewer people know how to get there at will.

“At will? What are you talking about?” You. And Doubting Thomas.

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“This guy is so full of himself!” Me reading [mumble-mumble’s] ninth post of the morning.

It’s a fact. There too many  a whole lotta a few bloggers out here who are so full of themselves it’s difficult to believe they have room for lunch.

Don’t worry — I’m not talking about you.

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My youth was full of doctors. I won’t bore you with medical details because what’s the point?

The point is that post- the most significant part of my medical past, I endured an extended-followup that lasted from age 5 through age 22, when I stopped going. Every year, I submitted to either an X-ray or a fluoroscope, and one of two sets of blood tests. The classic “1 from Column A and 1 from Column B” choice. Except I didn’t make the choice. If the choice had been mine, I would have gone out for Italian.

Continue reading “X-rays and Fluoroscopes and Blood, Oh My!”