When I went to bed on Monday, I actually felt pretty good. I have no idea why because for the previous hour and half, my eyes felt that burning sensation around the corners when you know that the tears are gearing up for a cortisol dump. Cortisol is the stress hormone and crying releases it. … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: Cortisol Dump
Pixie dust goat jacks Hugh Hefner craves dirt naps Encyclopedias Origins: Mary's Oral-B electric toothbrush works no longer. In a pinch, she uses steel wool. May the Gods of Scour treat her pearly whites to a grim deep clean. At night, the gerbil's feast on Sour Patch Kids.
One of the features I want to add to my new blog when I switch platforms is the Busted Brain Journal. The BBJ is musings, insights, and observations to share with the world. Different from my personal journal entries in that I won’t be commenting in friends, family, work or love in any specific sense. … Continue reading Busted Brain Journal: A Dome Appears like Black Sorcery
Morning run, sweat flows Once home, cold shower cleanses me Feet smell like old beets Origins: I joined a gym within a month after getting sober. I've worked out in some capacity 3-5x per week every week sense 7 years ago. The new apartment is next to a running trail. Often, there's geese.
Whew! This is the last post on Genesis and after the business with Joseph revealing his true identity to his brothers and the whole family having a big old party since Joseph isn’t dead despite his brothers all but killing him, Jacob and his other sons load up all their livestock and wives and the … Continue reading Genesis 46: Joe’s Garage
Patient sun peeks sly Water falls rhythmic on planks Rays of heat explode
Intellectually though, I wondered if there wasn’t a distinct difference between using macro-muscles hitting a baseball as opposed to smaller muscle groups like I did when I was cleaning. I decided I would try this non-dominant hand experiment with a man’s most fundamental need and desire. The one men do almost every day. It’s all … Continue reading Going Southpaw, Part 3
I retired a career .300 hitter. It’s not as impressive as it sounds, but for me, it was all the validation I needed at the tender age of 12 to make the A team coach and all the jocks in my 8th grade class go suck eggs. I was arguably the least popular kid in … Continue reading Going Southpaw, Part 2
For all the research I’ve been doing on the intricacies of brain function, right hemisphere vs. left hemisphere and neuron connections and such, I had a moment two weeks day that has, once again, reinvigorated my fascination with neuroplasticity and how it effects what’s going on with the rest of our bodies. I mean, I’m … Continue reading Going Southpaw
My 2007 Hyundai Sonata has a sporadic sunroof. Most days it works just fine. But when it has been raining a lot in my town, the sunroof will open just fine, but then when I push the button to close it, it closes all the way, then thinks better of its decision and opens right … Continue reading Run Away! Run Away! Part 3