It’s been a finite week. Beginning and an end. Lots of discoveries about my body. Things I probably didn’t need to know but . . .
Like, my cruddy job leaves me to tired to have anything more than scrambled thoughts. I have moments but then the fatigue toxins hit. I need to organize my thoughts each day to keep the days separate. Otherwise, like now, they all run together into a gray block that goes from paycheck to paycheck with little in between.
I’ve even found it hard to focus in on a movie. I either fall asleep or find myself getting impatient.
My puppy grounds me. She’s still the same but she’s more important to me each day. Together we have our little adventures. Together we’re going to save this big old pit bull down the street. She takes care of herself and she takes care of me.
Today we walked to the pet store and weighed her. She’s lost one-fifth of a pound. I was pleased.
My big fear is that I’m going to drop one of my pills and she’ll pick it up, thinking its some kind of groovy treat or something. And I take a lot of pills. Too many pills.
The Lyrica hit me hard. I was waking up and walking across the room and it felt very clearly like I was walking up a steep hill. The capsule makes my chest feel heavy. I’m waking up with low blood sugars so it’s not a pretty combination. It feels like theres a little slot car motor in my chest and the axle is spinning and sputtering deep inside of me rotating my organs around some mad dance.
They seem to be doing their job though. The fire bright burning from my hip to my knee has died down and gradually the pain has gotten tolerable.
Lyrica is one of those drugs you have to introduce to your body gradually. On Friday I got up to the full dosage. It controlled the pain by making my thigh almost completely numb. Numb doesn’t hurt much and I can deal with it. I’m still walking to work everyday and walking back after. It’s a matter of will and I don’t have much choice.
Work is work. It doesn’t mean much. Just once I’d like to have a conversation with one of the customers that doesn’t end with them trying to involve me in some scam. There’s nothing there except a scant paycheck. Nothing at all.
I work, stumble in, feed my puppy, try and walk her. She has a new favorite stick that she keeps assiduous track of. She can find it under leaves in the middle of a thousand other sticks. She tries to get me to chase her for it. When I feebly try she giggles.
Then I just collapse. This week I’d wake up in pain after the pills ran out. I’d deal with that by taking more ibuprofen and then playing on the WDTV Live. I’ve hacked it up to where I’m almost happy with it.
In all my hacking around I did make one decision. I used to save all the movies to DVD’s. Now I realize that I can do better by storing them on external hard drives. I figure I can get 400 DVD’s on a 1.5 TB drive that I can get for about 80 bucks. Four hundred DVDs would cost me more than that. And the External HD has a much longer shelf life.
It goes along with my idea of keeping most of my music in lossless format instead of aac. (I haven’t used MP3 for years) In blind tests I can tell an MP3 from the original better than 805 of the time. With aac it was about 30% of the time. aac sounds more open to me, less compressed and many fewer artifacts. Lossless makes the whole process moot. And on the iPod it starts to sound a whole lot like life when I’m walking around out there.
The only issue is that the iPod only plays Apple Lossless files. This is a weird codec which seems based on flac but is totally proprietary. I hate proprietary codecs. But its lossless so it’s no issue at all to dump them back and forth to and from flac if the need arises.
The lossless files have the airy openness and purity of joy. Of course my music collection has swollen to over 75 gigs and I can’t quite fit 300 songs on the iPod, but really, how often do I need more than four hours of music at a time.
I just woke up. Fell asleep in my chair . . . again.
One of the reasons for my confusion is that my bedrock is fading. There’s only three games left in the season. Three NFL games and then its over until August when we get to start it up all over
But now the emptiness gets to settle in.
It doesn’t help that my friend has managed to jam up the computers so badly that she is beating me by NINE points for the season. My sense of justice hopes she get caught for the serious server hacking she must have been doing to change it so she was perfect last week! Of course I’m fond of her and the idea of her getting any more hassles upsets me slightly. But I’m not sure if that upsets me as much as being cheated of my natural superiority . . .
My picks in the two games are in bold.
New York Jets at Indianapolis – Yeah. I know that a Colts vs Saints SuperBowl has been in the cards since week 8 but the Jets shouldn’t be even be here. They may turn out to be like John McCay’s and Doug Williams’ Tampa Bay team that miraculously got to the Championship game only to get easily throttled. But I’d rather believe in the dream than the reality. Payton Manning is a machine. If Tom Brady didn’t exist there’s no denying he’d be the greatest QB of this generation. But Rex Ryan’s defense is the type that can give him fits. And Ryan is creative enough to figure out a way to take Dallas Clark away from him. Reavis will shut out Reggie Wayne and that leaves him some talented receivers but the issue is whether that front seven will even give him a chance to check down and find them. The Colts can’t run the ball against the Jets, they’ve barely needed to run at all this season but today they need to be effective enough to use the play action. The Jets don’t have to sack Manning, they just need to knock him down a few times and be in his face, they can do that. On the other side of the Ball it’s the Jets solid running game and the wide eyed cockiness of Mark Sanchez, the Super Rookie who should have been taking the Trojans to the National Championship this season. Instead he decided to go tothe Superbowl. I think there’s a good chance he can do it again or else Sanchez could end up being the new generation’s Doug Williams. Besides that, if the Colts ride Manning to victory it will be boring and predictable. If the Jets win it’s a beautiful drama filled with laughter and tears. Always go with the dream even if it’s doomed.
Minneapolis at New Orleans – The Game of the Year! This has everything you could want. The lowly Saints flying high riding a video game offense commanded by little Dru Brees. Brees makes my heart ache. He’s got the swagger and the toughness wrapped up with enthusiasm and the excitement of the game. He makes his good receivers great. Reggie Bush, who has added hard nosed toughness to his ballet like runs. Jeremy SHockey playing on one leg but still blocking and still catching touch downs. The Saints line will control the Vikings pass rush and might even hold the Saints to under 40 points. Maybe. But then the Vikings; Brett Favre. Brett Favre. The ultimate gunslinger. Every time he takes his helmet off I’m shocked to see that patch of gray hair on his head. He’s a force and the greatest playmaker ever in the NFL. He specializes in making the impossible routine. But he also has the record for most INT’s in history. Sharper, Saints safety has a broken hand. That will save Brett at least one pick but two picks could turn this game around. Then there’s the beast, Adrien Petersen. He’s slowed down some, the beating of 17 games seems to have taken a toll. With a healthy Sedrick Ellis at tackle (TROJAN) the Saints nimble linebackers will find the gaps easy to shut down. Brett will find some pressure too enough for the Saints to win a shoot out. And if any team ever needed and deserved a Champion its New Orleans. Whichever team wins this game it will be exciting and fraught will the elegance and beauty of the game.