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Mar. 21st, 2003 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaThey were playing "Two Tribes" at the Internet kiosk I am at, then it's "99 Luftballoons." I am avoiding TV news, I don't want to hear how awe-inspiring all this bombing is. Seeing Baghdad in flames on the cover of Boston Globe is quite enough destruction for me.
Had a beer last night, made plans to do a movie night with my siblings. All the films we have yet to see but should.
Left early and enjoyed the gorgeous weather. Got my new glasses ordered. Went to Mass Rehab. Here is what they see as the problem. I am very gifted in verbal skills, normal with visual information and spatial but my attention and social skills have lots of glitches. That has affected my academics and job. They are going to give me a number for someone who specializes in the austistic spectrum. They suspect that anti-depressants might help with some of the attention. I'd like to try more sleep before medication, except depression == anxiety == less sleep.
I got called in by my supervisor. Apparently, people have complained to him about me coughing and blowing my nose too loud. What perplexes me is that one, no one told me about it and two, the man spends 15 minutes talking about habits that unintentionally annoy before telling me what their problem was. All this time, I was thinking someone had a problem with this book of gay, lesbian and bisexual musicians I was reading on break or if someone is claiming I was stealing candy from their desk. This was after a meeting about the employee survey. Big thing: people weren't feeling they were appreciated for work, since they were being paid the same wage while assuming more responsiblities. Not surprisingly, this is like that at other companies. Me? I haven't earned enough experience and responsiblity to demand a raise of any kind, but I do want to know where I stand on that.
I wanted to finally type out the novel chapter and find French moods, but this computer doesn't have an A drive. I realize how frustrated I am that I am not as strong in music and drawing as I want to be. I am not sure how to make the word icons the proper size and if they will look stupid. When I try to write lyrics, they don't scan and I can't keep the tune from switching suddenly in my head. How to get disparate sounds and phrases that capture my imagination into a coherant song. How to pay tribute to the songs I love without actually covering it.
I found a quotation I liked.
"I believe in aristocracy though, if that if the right word and
if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power based upon rank and
influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and
the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes
and all through the ages and there is a secret understanding between
them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the
one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos."
- E. M. Forster (essay, 1941)
Now, I have some things to submit to artofthemix
Had a beer last night, made plans to do a movie night with my siblings. All the films we have yet to see but should.
Left early and enjoyed the gorgeous weather. Got my new glasses ordered. Went to Mass Rehab. Here is what they see as the problem. I am very gifted in verbal skills, normal with visual information and spatial but my attention and social skills have lots of glitches. That has affected my academics and job. They are going to give me a number for someone who specializes in the austistic spectrum. They suspect that anti-depressants might help with some of the attention. I'd like to try more sleep before medication, except depression == anxiety == less sleep.
I got called in by my supervisor. Apparently, people have complained to him about me coughing and blowing my nose too loud. What perplexes me is that one, no one told me about it and two, the man spends 15 minutes talking about habits that unintentionally annoy before telling me what their problem was. All this time, I was thinking someone had a problem with this book of gay, lesbian and bisexual musicians I was reading on break or if someone is claiming I was stealing candy from their desk. This was after a meeting about the employee survey. Big thing: people weren't feeling they were appreciated for work, since they were being paid the same wage while assuming more responsiblities. Not surprisingly, this is like that at other companies. Me? I haven't earned enough experience and responsiblity to demand a raise of any kind, but I do want to know where I stand on that.
I wanted to finally type out the novel chapter and find French moods, but this computer doesn't have an A drive. I realize how frustrated I am that I am not as strong in music and drawing as I want to be. I am not sure how to make the word icons the proper size and if they will look stupid. When I try to write lyrics, they don't scan and I can't keep the tune from switching suddenly in my head. How to get disparate sounds and phrases that capture my imagination into a coherant song. How to pay tribute to the songs I love without actually covering it.
I found a quotation I liked.
"I believe in aristocracy though, if that if the right word and
if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power based upon rank and
influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and
the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes
and all through the ages and there is a secret understanding between
them when they meet. They represent the true human tradition, the
one permanent victory of our queer race over cruelty and chaos."
- E. M. Forster (essay, 1941)
Now, I have some things to submit to artofthemix
