Done yesterday (20120217 Fr)

[mdlbear]

Hmm. A pretty good day, I guess. Maybe? 2.3mi walk. Worked seriously on the Consonance concert set, and got in some practice. Put in a request for a concert at Westercon.

I realized, during my walk, that I don't know how to smile on demand. Never have. I smile when it's... induced?... by the situation, but I can't do it deliberately. Supposedly, if one smiles, one becomes happier. The best I can do now seems to be some kind of grimace. I'm guessing it's a skill worth learning. Wonder how much time looking stupid in front of a mirror it's going to take...

I spent quite a lot of time reading The Language of Emotions; my bullshit meter pegged at a couple of points, especially in a section where she groups various drugs and practices into categories by their effects. Other parts seem to make sense, but how much of it can really be trusted? I don't know enough about the subject to tell.

About 10:30 pm I started drifting off. As I'm starting to do now.

0217 Fr
  * up 6:45; W=191.6; drugs, nose, teeth, dishes, exercise, light
  & dropped Dilbert and User Friendly from my morning tabs.  Boring, and
    Dilbert was doing pop-unders.
  * concert.songs for Consonance.  Thinking about order.
  * practice:  WItC, When I Go, Another Country -- been a long time for that 
    one; there's a riff in there that I've forgotten; will have to reconstruct. 
  @ mudcat.org: Lyr Req: The Family Car (Lou and Peter Berryman)
  * walk: 2.3mi, 2.9mph, 228cal  battery at 63%
  % I don't know how to smile on demand (from exercise in Language of
    Emotions; various "if you smile it will..." incidents)
  * ask for LgF concert at Westercon 
  : Almost ready to throw LoE across the room:  what she says about various
    drugs, and the categories she puts them in, is totally wrong.
    " The anesthetic drugs and practices -- painkillers, cigarettes, heroin,
      marijuana, excessive reading or TV and movie viewing, and overeating --
      help numb the body, the emotions, and the thoughts...
  : My bullshit meter is pretty well pegged at this point.  Her lumping
    equally disparate drugs into other categories is just as bad.  Bits of it
    seem to be ok, but how the hell am I supposed to tell _which_ bits?
  : ... and love isn't an emotion.  WTF?  We're not speaking the same
    language, are we?  I guess the question is whether she has something
    useful to say that I can translate.
  % 10:30 drifting again
  @ the QUILTBAG (via the Crowdfunding
    Creative Jam)