An aging ham ponders life
I think I have realised something today. An interesting side effect of being someone recovering from depression. It makes you overly sensitive to someone else's. I know I've done it more than once. That is, jump in with unsolicited advice when I get the whiff of a sad emotion, particularly when it rare to see... Continue Reading →
One thing that has plagued me for years is strange little periods of a panic like fear. They can last minutes or for hours. At worst, they have lingered for a few days. It's like a sense that you have forgotten something really important, and something bad will happen if you don't figure it out... Continue Reading →
Today I feel the touch of darkness, like a cold breeze at the back of my neck, and I am actually forcing myself to write this now. I lean forward to cover my face with my hands, as I struggle to find something to feel positive about. I can think of dozens of things that... Continue Reading →
I am a gamer. Have been for years. I built my first "console" long before the Vic 20 was released, which involved acids baths (not on me), soldering, and programming in hexadecimal. I think I just lost many of you. No fear, I'm not going to get any more technical then that. What I am... Continue Reading →
In my earlier series on depression, A Darker Path, I mentioned the difficulties I had with hay fever, and sort of suggested that it contributed to my depression. Well, of all the discussion that my series generated, one was how I managed to get over my affliction, because for those who know me in the... Continue Reading →
Where we came from... Teaching and moving on In the latter half of my second year of university, I was approached by my course controller to run the tutorial sessions for his first year unit, something I had done previously as a student. It was Paid work, so I said yes. This was the precursor... Continue Reading →
This is becoming a saga.... Something New, Something Old I had mentioned previously that the choice as to what I was going to do after high school was one that was rather made for me. I really didn't know what I wanted to do, and still was having some difficulty defining who I was as... Continue Reading →
In the continuing saga, from Part 6. Inspirational Examples Of all the teachers I had through primary and high school, none do I remember more fondly than Mr Beer, and Mr Tozer, my Maths III and II teachers respectively. Mr Beer was simply cool. His approach to teaching complex maths was always with inspirational games... Continue Reading →
Things got a little better in Part 5 Now don't go crazy. I haven't skipped a few decades or anything. I am talking about senior high school. Before I get into that, I am continuously amazed by the people I find reading my blog, and want to talk about it with me. I am positively... Continue Reading →
So, anyway, continuing on from Part 4... In writing these posts, I have stirred up a swarm of old forgotten emotions and memories. It is rather incredible what the human mind can store, and what it takes to trigger it. There was, of course, a lot more going on in my life than school. Ju-Jitsu,... Continue Reading →
Reflection of a Ham 