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Jo Momma
01 August 2011 @ 02:16 pm

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Jo Momma
13 July 2010 @ 07:18 pm

I write like
Edgar Allan Poe

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Jo Momma
13 July 2010 @ 07:16 pm

I write like
Oscar Wilde

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Jo Momma
07 July 2010 @ 04:55 am
Self-hatred-induced viola hiatus: worst decision I've ever made.

I sound like I did when I was fifteen. All my calluses need to be remade. My muscles tremble as I try to move them with the right technique. The desert air may make my instrument sound like cardboard, but I make my viola sound like a tortured cow.

On the bright side, I now have grounds for shooting an epic "viola-relearning" montage with feisty glam-rock music.
Jo Momma
Late-night Calisthenics: the Next Cure for Insomnia?

Stay tuned this summer to find out.
Jo Momma
27 June 2010 @ 01:24 am
This just astonishes me.

^Also... d'awww, Miyazaki cooks for his animators!

^Uhm.  Allons-y à Paris?
Jo Momma
24 June 2010 @ 01:36 pm
I was reading about this and found this passage:

Then there is attraction, or the state of being in love (what is sometimes known as romantic or obsessive love). This is a refinement of mere lust that allows people to home in on a particular mate. This state is characterised by feelings of exhilaration, and intrusive, obsessive thoughts about the object of one's affection. Some researchers suggest this mental state might share neurochemical characteristics with the manic phase of manic depression. Dr Fisher's work, however, suggests that the actual behavioural patterns of those in love — such as attempting to evoke reciprocal responses in one's loved one — resemble obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD).

That raises the question of whether it is possible to “treat” this romantic state clinically, as can be done with OCD. The parents of any love-besotted teenager might want to know the answer to that. Dr Fisher suggests it might, indeed, be possible to inhibit feelings of romantic love, but only at its early stages. OCD is characterised by low levels of a chemical called serotonin. Drugs such as Prozac work by keeping serotonin hanging around in the brain for longer than normal, so they might stave off romantic feelings. (This also means that people taking anti-depressants may be jeopardising their ability to fall in love.) But once romantic love begins in earnest, it is one of the strongest drives on Earth. Dr Fisher says it seems to be more powerful than hunger. A little serotonin would be unlikely to stifle it.

What what what? That would suggest that anyone on anti-depressants (which inhibit the reuptake of serotonin) can't fall in love.  You'd figure with so many people taking anti-depressants currently (it not only treats depression, but lots of anxiety disorders and more), someone might have spoken up about such a problem (though, decreased libido is common).  Idunno, the conclusions he jumps to seem kinda all over the place.  They're interesting, but these statements are far too crazy to make without... substantive evidence.
Jo Momma
24 June 2010 @ 12:11 am

...and not from searching for spicy pictures of Warren Harding when he was younger (who was apparently not a bad choice for the first election with a female electorate)... Yep, that's my story.

The Top 43 Sexiest Presidents
Franklin Pierce got robbed. Hm...though, JFK and TR... Well, perhaps not. But he definitely wins the "Sexiest Presidential Coif" award.
AND! Howard Taft, the poor dear. I know, I'm a weird mofo, but he was a pretty reasonable and accomplished guy, which is wayyy more than lots of those guys had to show for (*cough* Rutherford B. Hayes; Benjamin Harrison *cough*)  Plus those handlebars, y'all. 
Jo Momma
22 June 2010 @ 03:39 pm
the phrase "in this economy" should die a horrible laser-related death.

This is likely a recurring theme in my journal and will probably continue to be, but I'm having self-actualization quandaries again. Really, I just find it difficult to reconcile these reassurances that I don't need to know where I'm going for now with the reality of ... living a worthwhile life. Or even living a stable life.

Today I happened upon this entry, which comes at a shockingly appropriate point in my life. She brings up some interesting and familiar points.

It's difficult to bring discontent to my family, especially having been weaned on these stories of brilliant successful lives and crushing defeated lives (concert pianists, international bridge-players, con artists and loafers, etc.). I feel like I have been bred to become either the shining example or the cautionary tale. After my decision to turn away from the idea of medical school (let's face it, even with my continued interest in the sciences, such a career path brokers so little wiggle-room, it's just incompatible with the me I want to become), my parents believe the only tenable jobs (and thus ones I should pursue) are ones that settle for stability. So, I've become not only a disappointment, but a mediocrity.

I wouldn't call it a bent towards self-destruction, but fuck, if I have to suffer, live on the streets, fall into either physical or figurative obscurity, or even go mad in order to find meaning in life, that is what I think is the right thing to do.

The problem is that not knowing what-the-fuck-I'm-doing is seriously putting a damper on my resolve to find a worthwhile career path. It feels like I'm waiting for a revolution that will never come. So for now, I only divert and brood. My conception of finding meaning needs some serious tweaking.