Surely I must be somebody else you’ve known

Well here we are — 40 today. Firty. Of the generalisations I’ve heard other people say the only one I can really relate to is that I don’t feel much different to when I was 30 or 20. As for ‘life starts at 40’ I don’t get that at all. Maybe that was for people who had kids when they were 20. I’m feeling more and more mortal with each passing year. My metabolism is slowing down and during the last year and a bit have started to develop tinnitus. Just mildly for a while but in the last month or two it gets a fair bit louder in late afternoon/evening. The annoying thing is that I thought was something that happened to people who listened to too much really loud music, or hitting crash symbols, or operating industrial machinery. I’ve been careful my whole ferty years to avoid those things and dang it I still get tinnitus. It makes me want to fug it all and just go join a heavy sludge rock band.

About two of the last four nights I’ve dreamt of bass guitar and it makes me think I should start playing it again instead of faffing around with normal 6 string guitars. I just like buying things.

I still even have a bass. The one I first got when I started getting paid in my first year or korea. It’s pretty good quality but I’ve never liked the look of it plus it’s the jazz-bass configuration and I prefer P-bass. I foolishly didn’t slacken the strings on _any_ of the guitars for the trip back (plus the year they sat unused last year) so the neck on the the bass is a bit bowed. Adjusting the nut doesn’t seem to help. I am considering applying greater pressure to it. The top of the guitar is *spalted burl*. I’ve had the guitar nearly 10 years and I just looked up what spalted burl is. It’s the knotty bit on a tree trunk. I never liked the look of it and I still don’t but at least I now have a bit more respect for what it is.

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I had another kidney stone over the last week or two. It came forth on Wed. night. It’s about the fifth over a three year period. This time of year seems to be the most likely for them to happen – when it goes from the warmer weather, which has me sweating pretty healthily, to the drastic drop in temperature and I’m not sweating at all. I was reading a bit more about them recently and apparently they are mostly calcium build up. I was under the impression it was caused by too much salt. I read that you can take them to science-people for analysis to see what the main element is but it seems like a lot of hassle.

Whereas the first three, in previous years, ended in an hour-long crecendo of stabby agony to the kidneys, the last two just involved a mild, angsty feeling in ‘me waters’ so to speak for a week or two. That feeling was enough to put me on notice to change eating habits (i.e. not too much for dinner, very little salt) and to glug down gallons of water. It was enough to flush it out.

The pain for me is when it actually goes through the kidney, not the urethra, as I’ve read is what what the worst part is for most guys. I’m grateful for that because I’ve read is terrible. There’s a pic of one on the wiki page that’s 8mm across (showoff). I couldn’t successfully photograph the one above with something in it for context but it’s 4mm across but that last stage, for me at least, is barely noticable so I must have a urethra like a fire hose.

When I look at this one closely it’s got all these jagged square geometrical shapes like a natural crystal. And this is not comparable to kids swallowing Lego heads or mules with drug condoms who shit them out again. You can get pretty much anything through the digestive tract if you put your mind to it. This was actually formed inside me. Not that I’m trying to glamorise it at all — I thought I was going to have a catastrophic meltdown right in the middle of working last Monday morning. But it does make me stand back and do a Keaneau Reeves whoah when I think that there’s geological features coming out of my dick.