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Actually Buying Music

[Note: this post is terrible, as it covers two topics, my musical tastes and online piracy, and it blurs them together because I’m a terrible writer apparently.  I heartily suggest to read one of the above links over this.]

I’ve done something in 2016 I haven’t done in literally years: pay money for music. I’ve done it twice, actually, meaning I’ve spent more money on music in the last two months than I have in the previous two years. Heck, maybe even the last decade.

A decade is a long time in the music industry.

I should probably set the record straight right now: I’m not a pirate. I don’t illegally download music, or at least not when I can help it. There were times where I had no choice, but we’ll get to that later. You see, the simple truth is that I don’t download new music, period. I simply haven’t had the need to. Continue reading

Three and a Half Senses

If you had to live without one of the five senses, which would it be? No one would pick sight or hearing. Those are far too important. Touch is interesting. On the one hand, you wouldn’t feel pain, but you also wouldn’t feel pleasure, like the feeling of a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer or the caress of a loved one. You also wouldn’t know when you’ve been seriously hurt. Imagine eating hot soup too quickly, burning your tongue and throat and then you wonder why you can’t talk or breath well. On the whole, you want your sense of touch.

That leaves two senses left, taste and smell. These are the least used and the least important. You can probably live a completely normal life without these. It might be a bland life, but 90% of it would be normal to an outside observer. I’m sure of this, in fact. How do I know? Well, I have lived it. I have very little sense of smell and not much more taste.

‘See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’ is much catchier than ‘smell no evil’ or ‘taste no evil.’

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On Being a (Mostly) Deaf Child

I mentioned in a recent post that I am not very good at basic, mundane human interaction. In particular, I fail completely at small talk and holding a conversation. I don’t understand it, I’m not good at it, I don’t see the appeal – and there is a very good reason for this. As a child, up to the age of 4, I was 80% deaf.

At one point, I almost was death, in the sense I was only barely alive, but that’s another story.

This in itself is a long story, but the short version is this. I was born very premature, at just over 6 months as opposed to the normal 9, and the doctors weren’t sure I would live. I faced numerous problems, obviously, and I was given specific experimental steroids to jumpstart my growth. They worked, in the sense that I lived, but they triggered hyper-accelerated growth in my adenoids. This wasn’t discovered until I was 4, and at that time my adenoids were the size of a full grown man. Their abnormal size restricted my ear canal (or possibly my eardrum, I don’t know the biological specifics), and this made me 70% deaf in one ear and over 90% in the other. Continue reading