Well, okay, it’s not actually software so much as add-ons for your browser. These add-ons work within your browser to restrict access to web sites, web sites that you waste time on. Unfortunately, they’re only for browsers, nothing to stop you from playing games that stand alone on your system or wandering through past emails and endlessly forwarding jokes and chain mail to undeserving victims … but, I digress. View full article »
Archive for December, 2010
There is something about this time of year that makes me drift towards the philosophical. I was minding my own business the other day, writing about ADHD and focus, sipping coffee and listening to the radio with half an ear. As I listened in that distant way, I misheard a song. Can’t say what that song was but I noted what I’d misheard. “Mural Man …”. I knew it was wrong, but I let my mind wander with it. Where did it go …? My mind came up with this life analogy.
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A young man exploring the piano in my living room this morning has taken me back to a memory of the hall in the village where I grew up. The young man in question takes no lessons and will probably not be a pianist, but he has a knack for making the piano sound okay. He knows little about music but his sense of rhythm is okay. His count and measure are quirky though. And he is loud. View full article »
You know, me and Bing and Bowie are tight, the best of friends. Bing Crosby and David Bowie don’t know that, but it’s true. I never really understood why ’til this Christmas season. And now, you poor things, I’m going to explain it to you.
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“ADHD is a context driven disorder.”
Okay, we’ve all heard this, but what does it really mean? And once we understand what it means, how do we use that knowledge to our advantage? View full article »
Imagine it’s Christmas morning and you’re a child with a dream. That dream is to have the fastest coolest sled ever, maybe the new XK900 or whatever. You wake up and hit the floor running. The blankets are barely settling back down on your bed when you hit the bottom of the stairs. And there, under the tree, is the brightest, shiniest, most amazingly disappointing violin you’ve ever seen. View full article »
I don’t live on a farm, not anymore. I live in the burbs. And I’m not from Kansas, I’m firmly ensconced in the Great White North (Ontario, Canada). But lately I’ve been feeling like I’m trapped in a very bad remake of the Wizard of Oz.
It’s bad because it doesn’t follow the original plot very well and, for some inexplicable reason, I keep changing characters. View full article »
I thought I was being good this year. Then I found out I have ADHD.
Holiday Festiveness.
People who have problems often get really great stuff for Christmas, so I had been wondering what wonderful things might be under the tree for me this yuletide season.
A lot of research later, and I’m wondering if I should even bother putting up a tree. View full article »
Milkweed husks along the trail
We’ve had snow this year. A couple of times it’s come down and stayed for a bit – well a few hours, a day and a half – maybe. But today, I think it’s here to stay for the season.
When I went for my walk today it involved layers of clothes and my funny Cannuck hat with the rabbit fur and the ear flaps. I wore heavier boots and of course my light winter coat (I’ll keep the heavy coat in reserve for when the temps drop below 0°F). Once I clipped my big mitts to my belt and slung my canvas camera bag over my shoulder I looked like I was ready for the trap line. I did leave the snowshoes at home (but I do have a pair of them, eh!). Warm summer days are a kind of warm we can all appreciate, but the warmth of being well dressed on a cold day is a special feeling. View full article »
Okay, confession time, I love British sitcoms. Not all of them, but too many of them to list here.
Why is this a confession?
Well, I hate TV! Okay, I hate what TV does to me. Thanks to my ADHD I find myself regaining consciousness, when the box snaps off, vague and hazy memories of staring vacantly and vacuously comatose at a screen that’s grabbed my attention. View full article »