Thursday Shorts 03-19-2009

With the rains, Ann's Falls looks like this again!
With the rains, Ann's Falls looks like this again!

☯ The constant high-pitched squeal I hear in a quiet room, like microphone feedback in the studio next door, like an incessant highest note possible on a very bad violin–coincides with my attempt to find alternatives to Motrin. Naproxyn I think might be the culprit, even in very small, very irregular doses but also combined with the daily baby aspirin. Funny. Nobody seems to be able to hear it but me.

☯ I was surprised the blow that buying firewood for the first time this week had on my ego and sense of dependence. I started writing about it, and will probably save that for the next Floyd Press piece rather than putting up more words here than the average blog reader will bother to read all the way through.

☯ We are plagued with Multicolored Asian Lady Bugs. I rarely get up to deal with them but what I vacuum up at least 50 from the two windows in this room. I’m a little obsessive about it as they aggravate the heck out of me if I see them out of the corner of my eye (or especially if they attempt to land on my face and crawl into the corner of my eye) while I’m trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

☯ I’m back to Google Documents and a file I call WritingSpace to compose. I keep it cleared when one item is finished or at least far enough along to save it as its own document. But the darn thing has a habit of freezing suddenly for a few seconds or longer, not accepting text when it is flowing from my bring into my fingers and nothing appears on the screen. Doh!

☯ Just received an email that Netflix has received the Big Lebowski. After the first 3 or 4 dozen f-words (first minute-and-a-half of the movie) Ann decided to do something else. Don’t know why I perservered. The Dude abides.

☯ Let’s try it again. Two weeks ago I was psyched because I had done my taxes and was taking my crap to the TaxMan. TaxMan down. Trying again today. Get it over with!

☯ I really really need some insight on how-where to house information for this dog and pony show, the Shameless Commerce division of Goose Creek Press–for the two books and the notecards and maybe an upcoming audio CD and such. Anybody used Ning? I’ll need paypal buttons set up–Sean P helped with this the first time around. There are certain geekly things of which I am so uneducated and thankful for friends!

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. I tried Naproxen one time and it kept me up at night and made me jumpy as a flea on a hot brick!

    That’s a might handsome man in that picture! I’m not sure about the guy in the robe, though.

    Smile, Fred! Every day above ground is good!