Memories of clinging

During the years of 2010, 2011, and even 2012, I blogged a lot on here. I shared with you my favorite books, CDs, music genres, websites, my health issues, and how damn good it felt to leave Dallas for greener and hillier San Antonio pastures. I talked about how good it felt to have graduated … More Memories of clinging

I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome.  And I screw up electronics.

I was born in the later ’70s, which means that I did most of my growing up in the ’80s and ’90s. The technology of the time was bigger, bulkier, and more rudimentary. I loved it. I could make anything work.  I hooked up my Nintendo and VCR to separate channels on TV, which also … More I have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome.  And I screw up electronics.

SEO / Marketing people on Twitter, you’re doing it wrong 

Dear CEOs of SEO/Marketing companies, Guys (and it’s usually guys, although occasionally, some women get in on the act as well) we need to have a talk. You keep following me on Twitter. I don’t know why. My Twitter account blatantly states that I’m Aspergian/autistic.  That is to say, in more common (but less correct) … More SEO / Marketing people on Twitter, you’re doing it wrong 

Chiggers!

I went to sleep Friday night knowing that I had gotten bitten.  Itchy little bumps had formed on my legs, just below the kneecap.  I scratched, as usual, and said to myself, “aw, hell.” But I put it out of my mind and didn’t give it another thought. I woke up yesterday morning in physical … More Chiggers!

Swirly thoughts

Today I’m processing.  Trying to make sense of what happened yesterday.  Trying to reconcile equal and conflicting feelings of relief, grief, and emptiness.  Caught in a twilight zone between “meh, I’m OK; it’s just another Saturday” and complete cognitively-paralyzing brain fog. It’s like going through a “fun house” as a little kid, that’s not quite … More Swirly thoughts

Material witness 

“Wow, the lines on the road are really tough to see,” my partner remarked, just after we had pulled out onto the street on our way home from the office. The sun was that bright, shining down from almost directly overhead. And the dotted lines demarcating the lanes were that old, probably not having been … More Material witness