Random Firings of Leetle Grey Cells.
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captainsblogThe other night, I spent the dinner hour contemplating my long-term cranial future.
Here's a summary of it.
It's mostly paywalled, but suffice it: current research is determining which of a couple of currently suspect identifiable markers (designated as "tauists" and "baptists," respectively referring to tau and beta-amyloid proteins) are the leading indicators of future sufferers of Alzheimer's. PET scans can identify, but not necessarily predict onset, based on appearances of some of these tags and flags.
For me? I only know my age (rapidly approaching 54), my family history (it essentially consumed the last decade of my mother's life), and my current experience (less than good).
Today was as good an example as any. It was an early-start, relatively-late-finish workday, which propelled me eastward before 9 this morning and didn't re-deposit me back in my own zip code until close to 5. I was determined to get at least a minimal cardio session in, after similar experience prevented that earlier in the week, and so I rolled into the locker room minutes past 1700, checking various lockers for a leftover coathanger to deposit the day's lawyer clothes on.
It took many more attempted lockers than usual, for some reason. All of the full-length ones were empty or full (of somebody else's stuff), and so I started checking the cubby-sized jobbers in between them. And there, in one of them, was not only an empty wire hanger-
- but the pair of black jeans that I'd managed to lose well over a month ago, me having turned over every unturned stone in this home in hopes of finding where I'd lost them. They'd sat, untouched, in this lockerroom cubby for all that time without anyone turning them into a lost-and-found, or stealing them, or discarding them.
Win, I guess.
I've checked at the same gym several times about the missing pair of eyeglasses that's been AWOL for just about as long. I almost asked them tonight to check again, but I decided not to push my luck.
Instead, I headed home for an early evening with my beloved, prepatory to me having an appointment-free day tomorrow and Eleanor having her NEW CAR ARRIVE. While I still worry about my grey-cell processing in general, I'm still copacetic about their musical appreciation; I've linked to covers on Facebook in the past day or so of "Dancing in the Dark" and "Stairway to Heaven" (comment if you haven't seen them and I'll fix ya up), but here's another awesomeness from the past days' travels, of a Rochester bar band celebrating a Rochester bar staple:
Here's a summary of it.
It's mostly paywalled, but suffice it: current research is determining which of a couple of currently suspect identifiable markers (designated as "tauists" and "baptists," respectively referring to tau and beta-amyloid proteins) are the leading indicators of future sufferers of Alzheimer's. PET scans can identify, but not necessarily predict onset, based on appearances of some of these tags and flags.
For me? I only know my age (rapidly approaching 54), my family history (it essentially consumed the last decade of my mother's life), and my current experience (less than good).
Today was as good an example as any. It was an early-start, relatively-late-finish workday, which propelled me eastward before 9 this morning and didn't re-deposit me back in my own zip code until close to 5. I was determined to get at least a minimal cardio session in, after similar experience prevented that earlier in the week, and so I rolled into the locker room minutes past 1700, checking various lockers for a leftover coathanger to deposit the day's lawyer clothes on.
It took many more attempted lockers than usual, for some reason. All of the full-length ones were empty or full (of somebody else's stuff), and so I started checking the cubby-sized jobbers in between them. And there, in one of them, was not only an empty wire hanger-
- but the pair of black jeans that I'd managed to lose well over a month ago, me having turned over every unturned stone in this home in hopes of finding where I'd lost them. They'd sat, untouched, in this lockerroom cubby for all that time without anyone turning them into a lost-and-found, or stealing them, or discarding them.
Win, I guess.
I've checked at the same gym several times about the missing pair of eyeglasses that's been AWOL for just about as long. I almost asked them tonight to check again, but I decided not to push my luck.
Instead, I headed home for an early evening with my beloved, prepatory to me having an appointment-free day tomorrow and Eleanor having her NEW CAR ARRIVE. While I still worry about my grey-cell processing in general, I'm still copacetic about their musical appreciation; I've linked to covers on Facebook in the past day or so of "Dancing in the Dark" and "Stairway to Heaven" (comment if you haven't seen them and I'll fix ya up), but here's another awesomeness from the past days' travels, of a Rochester bar band celebrating a Rochester bar staple:
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Date: 2013-06-28 01:23 am (UTC)My cubicle is *tiny*. It's about the size of a veal calf pen. I was looking for a pair of Bose sound-deadening headphones that I hadn't used in a while - I wanted to bring them home to the Unindicted Co-Conspirator, since her new office environment is rather loud.
I found the box they came in. I found the case I carried them in. I couldn't find the headphones.
I pretty much decided that someone, perhaps a cleaner, had walked away with them. I wasn't going to say anything - I hadn't actually seen them in months. I was ready to just write it off.
Yesterday, I turned my chair around to talk to my boss in the cube behind me, and what did I find on top of the shelving unit that makes up the back wall of my cube?
Damn glad I didn't say anything!
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Date: 2013-06-30 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-30 11:58 pm (UTC)These days, more so.
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Date: 2013-07-01 02:23 am (UTC)I agree with
Note to self: play the video for hubby tomorrow!