Playing in Pain

Anybody who has suffered through a football post here knows that I am a Patriot fan, and I have no need for exceptions (Massholeishness ends here). One team I haven’t particularly cared for has been Chicago Bears and none of their (recent) players have been interested me. However, that has changed.

Brian Urlacher, middle linebacker for the Bears, has said in an interview with Fox Sports’, Jay Glazer that he is playing in pain with an arthritic condition in his back. I’m interested because I have a similar problem.

Shortly after my 16th birthday I learned that I had Ankylosing spondylitis. That I had a problem was no big news. After all, I had some sort of problem with my hips and lower back since I was five. It was a relief to have a diagnosis, since now the world went from being senselessly cruel to being senselessly cruel with the option of treatment.

For the last six years I’ve been able to get some form of treatment consistently at the number of very good hospitals. One of these was the medical school at Vanderbilt, which means I’m a Vandy fan as well. Oh, that’s right the famous linebacker. If Urlacher does have AS, I wish him the best, and I am glad that now he knows what his problem is. Maybe everything will get a little bit better. Maybe his teammates will respect him a little more. Maybe he’ll keep on playing, despite the pain, despite the pain.

I want Urlacher to play. And to win. And to have the rest league refuse to play him. Just bow low and salaam him. It’s freeing to gain these kind of facts, since it removes the scary possibilities of fatality, and accusations of softness. Also, it flips a Californian Condor sized bird to those doctors who think all my activities should of consist of slowly swimming in a heated pool. It might sound nice, but this is coming from people who think soccer is too dangerous for me, much less football. I know the possibilities for complications; I hope Urlacher does as well. But still playing despite the possibilities are better than living life as one giant game of Martyball.

Some talk about Democracy

While preparing for tomorrow’s European Studies exam I thought I’d pass along this quote from Rousseau’s The Social Contract.

We may add that there is no government so liable to civil war and internecine strife as is democracy or popular government, for there is none which has so powerful and constant a tendency to change to another form or which demands so much vigilance and courage to maintain it unchanged. It is under this constitution, more than others, that the citizen must be armed with strength and fdelity, and repeat from the bottom of his heart every day of his life the words a virtuous Palatine once spoke in the Diet of Poland: “Better freedom with danger than peace with slavery.”

hallo

hallo everyone

i am the newest person in this blog.

My name is jeremiah moon, and i like drawing, photography, playing my cello, reading good books, earl grey tea, and listening to music all the time.

my personal blog is moonmuses.blogspot.com

and i will post some of my drawings here.

i’m not always as paranoid as i look in that picture, just sometimes.

( most of my drawings will be b+w, because my scanner doesn’t understand color drawings, as you can tell above. also i rarely color my drawings. )

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“It is finished!” was my cry.

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“It is finished!” was my cry.

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The beginnings of my next 3-D book

The beginnings of a still life for drawing

The beginnings of a still life for painting, featuring a cubist background!

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The beginnings of my next 3-D book

The beginnings of a still life for drawing

The beginnings of a still life for painting, featuring a cubist background!

Copyright 2005 by Andrew Price, all rights reserved.

Cycle #2: Part 3

I know a girl with cornflower eyes
and she talks to me when she cries
and How Her clothes came unburied from a foreign field;
Her own wheat-form dress is finally revealed.

I met her there; she said that she’d found home;
I thought that maybe I was not so alone.
And then and then again I met her here
and the flagblue sky grew clear
from the cloudbanks of ancient memory
and remembrance of how things used to be.

I know a girl with cornflower eyes
and I know how the pain comes as she cries
When the “Star Spangled Banner” plays
and the gutpunch of comradeship is unmade,
and crying as she is forced from the flag’s shell,
clutching a full passport with no stories to tell.

Last week in drawing. . .

We had to copy this Van Gogh Drawing

Then start on our “symbol” drawing

Then start on a square foot drawing (look down and draw a square foot of what you see)

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