two themes are haunting me. I have to blog. I have to read. the two are mutuallt exclusive. I can’t do both.
i am a political animal. my son-in-law is a my intellectual equal. he and i have this friewdly debate. he is pro & am cani in several issues.
reading AND writing. can’t do both.
i can’t remember shit! So this will be a compliticated idea that I will eventually lose. but here goes.
This way of expressing my self!
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I don’t care/know if any of this sense. Lulu, however, says that see can’t follow her ideas to completion before the next another overflow occurs. I don’t know if it is because of our mutual problem. Either way, there just isn’t time.
As I’ve said a dozen times, it takes me hours and hours to manufacture and assemble a post. See my assembly line! Down, to see what my hands are doing! Up, to the screen! Over to the slell check! [sic]! A little [lillie] mechanical “click” to the next thought. Left hand; paralyzed hand. Bite the page! Cradle the book! And over again. And over again. And over again. And over again. Ad nauseum. Ad mechanium. Forever. Forever! Forever!!
[just a minute ago, I was looking at "lillie", thinking "lillie"??? ..."lillie"?...oh, the woman's name...Lillie. OOOhhh!! Lilly!!! L-i-l-l-i-e...wait! Isn't that supposed to be "Lilly; not "Lillie"?] “YOU do that 10 times an hour!! “%$^&%“, he exclaimed, figuratively!
“Shuuush”, the child’s father soothed, reassuringly. “Take your time. I’m here. Catch you’re breath. You have inportant things to say. About hope and vourage. Here; let me help you!”
Where is my father now?
“But I’m so frustrated. I’m so tired. I wabt to cry.”
My “inner” father reminds me that crying is organically self-limiting. Our bodies stop crying on their own. Exhaustion takes its toll and we sleep. Blessed sleep!
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I take a deep, deep breath…. I look for some graphics for this pos
yt. And continue:
So I can’t read and blog. Either/or. You choose. I! I choose.
Its paradoxical that right now I have to choose. I’m studying for a class on “Neuroplasticity“. The brain’s apparent and well-researched ability to heal ITSELF. How does THAT happen?! Is there really a God? Are all things only biological? There are theories. But proofs are hard to come by.
It takes time to read when you are aphasic. For almost ten years I couldn’t do it at all. Now I can! How did this occur? God? Neuroplasticity? Concentration? I don’t know. I didn’t take classes. I didn’t practice reading. I knew letter forms. I could tell the difference between, say, an X and a 4. But try to read the what 4 meant, what anything meant was… … …how can you describe words without using words. You try! I can’t! But now I can!
So now I choose to read, not to blog! Hold on now, Taxi! You love your blogging! It is so self-affirming! You can’t stop now.
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Nature may abhor a vacuum, but it also abhor indecision! Remember fight or flight? I’ve been playing with this mouse for weeks and its time to pounce!
I will blog only once a week for a month. Except for political cartooning. I can find good, thoughtful political cartoons at http://townhall.com/political-cartoons/.
I can keep up the dialogue without burning my circuits.
See!! Not all Republicans think alike. Newt will be a disaster. He is a brilliant man! He is a flawed candidate. End of my debate. I would like a tailor made candidate, exactly to my specifications. Is Obama exactly to your specifications? We’ll all see, in the end.
Well, its 10:30PM. About 5 hours! Oh, and I took a nap. Excuu-uuse me!
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