So, I'm home for the weekend and doing a good deal of chillin'. However, one chore that I did have to do last night was to bag a dead bird on our back porch so the dog wouldn't get it. My tools for this job were three plastic bags; two bags to put it in and one to pick it up with. So I grabbed this bird and began to examine it to find its cause of death. It was a beautiful specimen with a red throat and fine feathers. I hypothesized that it had died from either the cold or of a lack of food. Anyway, after a short examination I put it in the bags, tied them off and threw them in the garage. So here's the weird part. This morning, my dad was looking for the bird in the bags to dispose of it properly...and it was gone. All that was left were a few feathers in the bag in the corner near the bag. So here are my thoughts on the possibilities.
1. In a total departure from logic this bird was actually resurrected in a holy manner.
2. The birds remains were eaten by a creature that lurks in my garage or came in when my parents opened the garage and left soon afterward after smelling a tiny tiny dead bird in a bag far away from the garage door...but did not rip through the bag. Animals can be amazing.
3. The bird was not totally dead on my porch. It was in a frozen state but was saved in time to preserve its life and in the slightly warmer temperatures in my garage it was revived and after some struggle, escaped from the bad and flew the proverbiable coop when my parents open the garage.
4. There was no bird.
Soooo, I'll depart from Barnum and take a line from Ripley and say, "Believe it, or not!"
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
In sickness and in health...
So, I've been varying degrees sick for the past week and a half and I finally think I'm beginning to gain an edge on the thing. In my battle with sickness very few things interesting enough to post have come into my mind. However, I can talk about two things: my opinion on health care and my feelings on the effect of the mind on healing.
First up are my feelings on health care. Let me start by saying that I like doctors as people. Every medical professional I have ever met has been interesting and good in one way or another. However, if I have any choice in the matter I simply won't have anything to do with them. Now, the only reason I feel bad about this is that my choice can sometimes leave me contagious for longer periods of time, endangering others...which is not cool. But in all honesty, I disregard that 90% because visiting a doctor just isn't worth it to me. Sorry gypsies. Anyway, I think my feelings stem from several sources.
Being brutally honest with myself
1. My mother took me to the doctor to many times as a child and now I feel it is a sign of weakness to go there.
2. Doctor's offices and hospitals contain many other sick people who can further infect me. I'm not really cool with that...in fact, I always wondered why doctors don't get sick more often.
3. Although it may reveal me to be odd in the head I can honestly say that when I'm sick I want to see how bad it can get and how long it will take me to recover on my own. I mean, people used to have to recover from things on their own all the time...I can handle it. Note: I am aware that many of these people died or were disabled due to their illnesses and that due mostly to the rise of modern medicine the average lifespan for an American has doubled. I just don't care to think about it.
4. Doctors cost money that I don't have and time I'd rather use for other things.
So that is perhaps my greatest departure from logic to date...excepting perhaps...well, if you know me, you know this.
The effect of the mind on healing is very interesting to me. I honestly think that getting well has about 35% to do with one's mentality...maybe more. I know there a lot of examples of this...most of them are probably flukes though. And the power of prayer, that's for another day. But all I really can say is this: the day after drinking my favorite fruit puree which contains 2000% of my daily vitamin C I always feel better. It's happened three times. I'm not saying that I think this Vitamin C saturation really helps me, but on some level I guess I do. They just make me feel better. I also try to get rid of headaches in a zen way. My standard technique is to declare them pointless and turn off the pain. Unfortunately this only works for about 3 seconds. Meh, it's all silliness.
First up are my feelings on health care. Let me start by saying that I like doctors as people. Every medical professional I have ever met has been interesting and good in one way or another. However, if I have any choice in the matter I simply won't have anything to do with them. Now, the only reason I feel bad about this is that my choice can sometimes leave me contagious for longer periods of time, endangering others...which is not cool. But in all honesty, I disregard that 90% because visiting a doctor just isn't worth it to me. Sorry gypsies. Anyway, I think my feelings stem from several sources.
Being brutally honest with myself
1. My mother took me to the doctor to many times as a child and now I feel it is a sign of weakness to go there.
2. Doctor's offices and hospitals contain many other sick people who can further infect me. I'm not really cool with that...in fact, I always wondered why doctors don't get sick more often.
3. Although it may reveal me to be odd in the head I can honestly say that when I'm sick I want to see how bad it can get and how long it will take me to recover on my own. I mean, people used to have to recover from things on their own all the time...I can handle it. Note: I am aware that many of these people died or were disabled due to their illnesses and that due mostly to the rise of modern medicine the average lifespan for an American has doubled. I just don't care to think about it.
4. Doctors cost money that I don't have and time I'd rather use for other things.
So that is perhaps my greatest departure from logic to date...excepting perhaps...well, if you know me, you know this.
The effect of the mind on healing is very interesting to me. I honestly think that getting well has about 35% to do with one's mentality...maybe more. I know there a lot of examples of this...most of them are probably flukes though. And the power of prayer, that's for another day. But all I really can say is this: the day after drinking my favorite fruit puree which contains 2000% of my daily vitamin C I always feel better. It's happened three times. I'm not saying that I think this Vitamin C saturation really helps me, but on some level I guess I do. They just make me feel better. I also try to get rid of headaches in a zen way. My standard technique is to declare them pointless and turn off the pain. Unfortunately this only works for about 3 seconds. Meh, it's all silliness.
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