December 18th, 2005

dboon

URGH.

I managed to bittorrent a Beta videotape rip of the classic 1981 concert film URGH! A Music War.

Locals who want a DVD, let me know.

Others who are patient, the bittorrent is on demonoid.com here. I'm leaving my seed running for a while.

The film is an amazing document of early 80s new wave. XTC, Oingo Boingo, Wall of Voodoo, an amazing version of Devo's "Uncontrollable Urge", etc etc. It's not on DVD and only available on ratty old overpriced VHS or Beta (!) tapes.
phrenology head

who shall deliver me from the body of this death?

Even when I'm in a good mood (I have been since last brain lady appointment, as she predicted), it's impossible to imagine my situation improving. I know from various experts that this is a symptom and consequence of my weird PTSD-like situation, but it's still a huge barrier.

It's as though if I could just draw a line or two from here to some place I'd actually want to be, and believe that I could get there for real, it'd be so much easier dealing with the day to day.

It's a strange situation to know reasonably and intellectually that at least some of my beliefs about myself and the world are untrue, unreasonable, even a little insane, and still not be able to dislodge myself from them. I could write a ten page third-person analysis that would be completely accurate and still read it to myself and say to myself "you don't understand".

And it's even stranger to see myself doing or not doing things that I can't stand, or that seem alien to my personality. I'm the slob who hates a mess, for example. And I'm the outgoing, socially successful person who likes women and wants to be close to one, and I never have. There are a host of other minor things like that that leave me thinking "who the hell put the brain slug in when I wasn't looking?" The technical term for this is "ego dystonia". Brain lady says it's consistent with my injuries.

I'm no longer a Christian, but I still have a lot in common with poor old grumpy self-deprecating Paul. There's no better statement of ego dystonia than Romans 7:14:
I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.
bigmouse ignatz

beer advisory

For those who have a Trader Joe's nearby and like good beer: They're selling the Unibroue annual stuff (Édition 2005) rebranded as Trader Joe's Vintage 2005. Big bottle is only $5. WOOHOO!