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lea_hazelMy head hurts because I didn't sleep enough (thanks Obama Skyrim) and my eyes hurt because I did an eye exam. Not an EOG, one of the ones with no electrodes. But still, like half an hour of flashing lights and my eyes tearing up. I want to rest my eyes, but I don't want to sleep because it'll prevent me from resetting my night sleep to a semi-reasonable manageable time-frame.
The problem is, literally every source of entertainment I use involves white light screens and eye strain. Goddamn.
For some reason, eye exams tend to put me in a bizarre frame of mind. I wonder sometimes about inherited trauma, the kind that people carry around their whole lives and then pass on to their children, the kind that leads Israelis to use terms like "second generation" (which mean the same as when other immigrant cultures use them, but also not). How far can you stretch the use of that term? What makes someone second-generation? Do people carry around their generational traumas because of the family narrative, the stories they were fed as kids? Or is it possible to be infected, as it were, from something that was never spoken of?
Anyway, embodiment issues.
I have the whole week off and I was planning on doing some social stuff and whole hell of a lot of writing. I may twine a bit. I... also may write a meta piece about Skyrim. Which I would then post here, and not on Tumblr. I'm not gonna lock it, but I'd probably want it to be linked either selectively or not at all. The last thing I want is to open a meta essay with "rules of engagement" so to speak, but I'm fraught and my energy for conflict is nonexistent.
Anyway, Passover, yeah. Favorite holiday. Best time of year. Totally worth the lack of bread, and ~50% of my other favorite foods.
I'm gonna go lie down before I hurt myself.
The problem is, literally every source of entertainment I use involves white light screens and eye strain. Goddamn.
For some reason, eye exams tend to put me in a bizarre frame of mind. I wonder sometimes about inherited trauma, the kind that people carry around their whole lives and then pass on to their children, the kind that leads Israelis to use terms like "second generation" (which mean the same as when other immigrant cultures use them, but also not). How far can you stretch the use of that term? What makes someone second-generation? Do people carry around their generational traumas because of the family narrative, the stories they were fed as kids? Or is it possible to be infected, as it were, from something that was never spoken of?
Anyway, embodiment issues.
I have the whole week off and I was planning on doing some social stuff and whole hell of a lot of writing. I may twine a bit. I... also may write a meta piece about Skyrim. Which I would then post here, and not on Tumblr. I'm not gonna lock it, but I'd probably want it to be linked either selectively or not at all. The last thing I want is to open a meta essay with "rules of engagement" so to speak, but I'm fraught and my energy for conflict is nonexistent.
Anyway, Passover, yeah. Favorite holiday. Best time of year. Totally worth the lack of bread, and ~50% of my other favorite foods.
I'm gonna go lie down before I hurt myself.
