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I have always enjoyed reading Dr. Sacks. Through his work, I have been introduced to another way to view, or "consider" people. A different plane on how think about our brains, or more completely, our selves, our souls, our core consciousness, what ever metaphorical nuance one finds acceptable, to place us in the same discussion.
I guess, which I suppose most of you are not, if you follow dates and track my habits through posting dates you would see I have allowed myself to get behind in class. Maybe that's acceptable you but it's not for me so you can't just stop it right Mr. and Mrs. Blogosphere.
My next door neighbor's small white haired dog is barking, barking, bark, bark. Perhaps I just hear it. Perhaps I like to use it as a way to avoid writing and getting my work done. Or I can just get rid of it. You know what I mean. You've heard these stories before.
Looking over some of the blogs I read and commented on, there was discussion about keeping and writing a journal, how easy it is to start and stop them, but how hard to keep with the discipline, how this gets harder as we get older. In keeping with that, I took a couple of entries from one of many summers I spent as a kid in Pennsylvania and typed them up as a kind of memory trip. I changed a few verbs and things, spelling a bit.
How is it this was so easy to do and now takes so much effort?
Right after I began the program here, and weeks after this class began and I had bought all my books, pledged not to buy notebooks but finish any one of a dozen half-filled or under used ones I already possessed. People began to ask me: how was school? what classes are you taking? Is it fun? Do you like your professors? What do they think of you?
"Everywhere you go, there you are." And here I stay, still feeling behind the eight ball sans magic or fortune telling.
It is that time already, they have delivered a tree to rock, which seems to happen earlier every year. This year as part of the green theme so much media has discovered more of as of late, they cut this huge tree down with hand saws, which took them an hour longer to do.
Well what's it gonna be? As I mentioned in class, I am working on a short story that is about 5500 words long at present. I have drafted this a few times and the length seems to stay more or less the same, which is interesting to me though I can't say exactly why! It deals with a bright child who gets attacked and is damaged, partially paralyzed though his mind is little if at all damaged. At times, I have played with the idea that the attack actually help his intellectual functioning.
It takes place in the early seventies in a fairly working class immigrant neighborhood. I have not specifically defined what medically is happening which I think I need to research and focus on care from that time and what might be done for rehab, or the lack of it.
One of the big questions I have is how to promote forgiveness despite violence toward oneself, this has become a type of theme for the piece, though some folk have difficulty with the idea.
As per our class subject, how is core consciousness retained and expanded in the face of adversity and disability?
That's what I got so far
Have a good Thanksgiving if you read this before and hope it was good and thankful if you are reading it afterwards.
The rain has started in Astoria. I guess I can't take any meditative walks now. Better get to my writing.
Thanks
John
heres a link to the 801 blog I commented onhttp://blogs.qc.cuny.edu/blogs/0907N_0276/011/
Why do I think this link is incorrectly linked?
The blog dealt with AD and consent.
So what do you want it is the end of the century, oops semester, I can't even think about Tuesday anymore it seems that far away.
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