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happier than you and me mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see mongoloid he was a mongoloid one chromosome too many mongoloid he was a mongoloid and it determined what he could see and he wore a hat and he had a job and he brought home the bacon so that no one knew mongoloid he was a mongoloid his friends were unaware mongoloid he was a mongoloid nobody even cared |
I thought free concerts were a thing of the past since the depression started. Collapsed economies make me very sad. God made man, but he used the monkey to do it Apes' in the plan, And we're all here to prove it; I can walk like an ape, I can talk like an ape, I can do what monkeys do; Yes God made man, but a monkey supplied the glue... |
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When I am not doing network consulting (which is doing very well, I'm glad to say),I have been stripping paint off the wainscoting in my entry way and front hall for the past month and a half. The wainscots are redwood, and are tall enough to come up to my eyebrows (I'm 5'11''). The major work is finished, and I am doing the detailing with a dental pick. Once that is done (next week), I sand everything, which will take another week. Then I stain, then I wood putty the small cracks, and nail holes, then I touch up the tiny, tiny crevices where there is still old paint residue with oil paint that matches the color of the new stain, then I polyurethane, sand, polyutherane again, sand again, and then polyurethane the final coat. Once that is done, then I will paint above the wainscots, and should be finished a couple weeks before Christmas, if we aren't annihilated by suitcase nukes first. I hope you, and everybody else here, are doing well. Well, time to go pick paint out of my cracks...Heh, heh, heh. |
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There's something about this place... just can't leave it alone. |
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Christopher, how is your partner doing with his cochlear implant? |
Len is doing fine, but progress is slow. He is seeing a Hearing Therapist to help him understand speech, and sees his audiologist every few months for a "tune-up". Right now, he is complaining that everything is too loud, and he keeps turning the volume down to the point that he can barely hear me when I call his name from 5 feet away, so we will be seeing his audiologist next week to get it adjusted. On a bright note, the FDA recently approved the "Hi-Res" mode for general use, and he should get programmed with it in February. This programming strategy is about 100 times more powerful, and can deliver an incredible amount of clarity of sound. Len is looking forward to it. I don't know if he will ever be able to understand speech in the way that you and I do. Casual listening is incredibly sophisticated. He does well on single word tests, and multiple choice sentences, but real world skills take years if not a lifetime to develop. I'm glad that he hasn't gotten frustrated with it, because it is a big commitment. Occasionally, he will have a deaf day (he just leaves the external piece off). I know that he prefers his silent world to our noisy one. Thats not to say that he doesn't enjoy hearing; it's just so radically different from what he has lived with so far. All in all, he is doing quite well. It seems like a miracle to most people, but in reality it is a tool that he will learn to use. The biggest challenge is the rewiring of his brain to accept the cacaphonous din that we all take for granted. If you think about it, you'll realize what a noisy place we live in. P.S. I am taking sign language courses at Vista College in Berkeley, and hope to get my degree in about a year. If I am accepted, I will be trying to get my interpreters certification. Hows that for a career change? |
I still can't get over this phrase. You're changing his sensory software. Kewl. |
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Mail Art Let me think about the best way to express what I'm experiencing with the mail art. Hmmmm. Okay, basically, I chose to give myself a project that was far more complicated than it had to be, and now I'm alternately committed to completing it and avoiding it altogether. I am making something that is a compilation of all of the stuff everyone sent me for mail art, and it involves small pictures, and a great deal of cutting, and the end result is about 2300 small pieces of paper that are eventually to be sorted into 25 books with about 15 pages each. It's kind of hard to explain, but I accidentally dropped the box that I had everything sorted in a while back, and now everything is totally out of order. Add to that the fact that I no longer remember who sent me what on some of the items in the project because I've had them for so long, and the end result is a big discouraging pile of pictures and text that I need to sort through. The up side to it all is that I actually began working on it again last weekend after leaving the box in the corner for a very very long time, and I got enough done to be encouraged. I am volunteering at this community print studio, and nobody every comes in on the evening hours, so I've left the project there and am going to work on it when I'm at the studio and nobody needs any help, which is most of the time. So........... there you have it. I wish I could tell you that it was done, but that would be a lie. /end transmission |
Just promise me you'll put my baby picture on your refrigerator, where I belong. :) I was the little brown-haired girl in a pink coat and white hat sitting on a sofa. |
yeah, the shrines are a lot. you're absolutely right. my stuff is mostly assembly line type stuff at this point, but you have to be uniquely creative with each shrine. that's hard. |
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