Self-critique

8:30 am local, and here I am “replying” to the latest Single Frame Story without having submitted one…

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Thing is: I’m a lot better with words than images. Oh, yeah, I post a lot of snapshots — but that’s all they are. No setup, minimal if any tweaking, and always of other avatars or builds. What I’m saying with them is either, “You’re my friend and I want us both to remember this occasion,” or “You’re a random stranger who struck my eye with your originality, and I think you should be seen by other random strangers.” (The latter goes for builds as well as avvies.)

Composing a deliberate photographic image to illustrate a theme… not so much. Of the two I’ve offered so far, one was recycled. When “critique” appeared as the topic, the first and only thing I could think of was the Op-Ed page (tab at upper right), because that’s where and how I do my critical thing. You can go there and read some of them if you want — or not, up to you — but there was a time when I could, and did, spend six to eight hours polishing before posting.

That’s where the “self-critique” comes into this: it’s the two-edged sword of the writer.

Even so… “Single Frame Story” has become my favorite avatarian blog. To see the entries from others is to see into their minds, if only through the path their creators want you to take. Even when the topics don’t inspire me to try, the results are always inspirational.

And, it’s a challenge — to me, to stretch the mind, to try something I haven’t before. I need that.

We all do.

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“Storm got Rode”

This is the blog I planned to put up before the other shit happened…

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After a hiatus caused by Sandy the Bitchstorm, Ghosty Kips returned Sonic Potpourri to the stream at Marx’s Listening Room, this past Tuesday. I usually miss them (owing to bedtime), but that night was also my RL birthday, and my present to myself.
Here’s some photos — and my assurance that Mr Kips @ TLR is worth catching, regularly if you can (I’ll try harder, I promise)!

DJ and Bunneh

Elora and Crap

Feline, and [god, I hate when I forget people’s names…]

Birthday Kitteh and Whiskey [plus Elora and Wizzy]

There are few more; I’ll put them up on Picasa with these… take about an hour, mebbeh.

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I’ve got rhythm (again)

Brief progress report on the treatment regime:

Yesterday (Tues, 14 Nov) I went in to have the “port” placed (on my starboard side, heh). Came out of the outpatient sedatives in the PACU with an incredibly bruised lump below my right breastbone, and to news that I was in “afibrillation”, my heart rate was spiking through the roof, and they were going to admit me. So they did.

And I spent the night in cardiac care, being extremely well taken care of, on an IV drip which eventually slowed my heart down to normal. Come morning, the cardiologist came by to say I was still “afib”, and might need what I’m calling a “hard reboot”: out, then immediately back in with the help of paddles. But first, they took me off the IV and gave me a big oral dose of the same med. It knocked me back into sinus rhythm without the reboot :)

I also still had the scheduled bone scan today… That turned out to make me a temporary low-dose radioactive source (gamma rays, from technetium), with images collected passively by a scanner. I got to see the  monitor — it was fascinating. On the screen were two cloudy shapes, resembling me from opposite angles facing each other, formed of scintillations, as if I were some distant irregular galaxy mirrored by a gravitational lens.

On another screen, farther away so I couldn’t see details, was a complete reproduction of my skeleton. I said “Put me in a 3D printer!”

Finally got released at about 3 pm (local time). Tomorrow morning I’m still on schedule for more gamma; this time as the receptor, not the source, as they zap the tumors in my head — barring unforeseen circumstances like yesterday’s, that will be an outpatient treatment and I’ll go to work after.

Chemo should start the week after Thanksgiving, and so should… not a return to the old routine, but a new one that makes room for the chemo among the other things.

So it goes.

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