Wednesday, December 12, 2007

There may come an evening, soon, when you will log on and see the following post:

Concurrently, heretofore, durr-durr-durr-durr-durr-durr-durr-durr-durr…

And pursuant to the final “durr” will be a string of B’s, written by my forehead when it hits the keyboard, and here’s why: I’ve been noticing that sometimes, during moments of intense focus, I’ll forget to breathe.

I’ve probably killed countless brain cells already, and it’s a miracle “already” was spelled correctly. You’ve heard of breathing, I assume? That vital gas-exchange thing? Back when I deludingly planned on being a neurosurgeon, I sat in wonderment as a prof explained how the medulla oblongata controls all those important involuntary functions. Well, medulla oblongata, you really fucked the dog on this one.

It can’t be completely blamed, however, and I should take some responsibility. Here’s the kicker, though: ensuring I’m breathing regularly requires focus in and of itself, which puts us squarely on a carousel from hell. I was trying to file this one into the right folder. “Self-Improvement” was my first pick, but then I figured “Basic Human Survival” was the better choice.