Deleting my account
Apr. 11th, 2017 01:37 amInasmuch as livejournal has put in a new policy banning LGBTQ material, I will have to delete my account. I do have a dreamwidth.org account that I never use. Anyone who wants to stay in touch should friend me on facebook (username vasilatos, Max Vasilatos) or email me at vasilatos@gmail.com ... Thank you!
From what I've read so far, backing up my livejournal to dreamwidth looks like a bit of work, so I'll be trying to do that.
From what I've read so far, backing up my livejournal to dreamwidth looks like a bit of work, so I'll be trying to do that.
I haven't been around these parts much lately, but wanted to let my friends know that Penny Lane died a couple days ago. She'd had some lung problems, and may have had a stroke. Her vet came to the house, and Steve was over, and we played the Beatles music, and they took her away after it was done. She was 14 and a half. I'm slowly adjusting, but keep looking for her.
A friend likes scrabble. I told him, you don't want to play scrabble with me, I used to play competition scrabble, I'm seriously not a person you want to play scrabble with. Bridge, maybe, I can play for fun and don't work competition level. I'm terrible at chess, that might be a good thing to try me at... Weirdly, I don't know how to play poker or backgammon
yoga and strength training etc
Dec. 2nd, 2015 12:47 pmI've been doing yoga, on my own and in classes, for about 30 years. I *was* doing weight training up until about 25 years ago when I stopped on medical recommendations. I'm taking it up again. The yoga's gone on...
One of my classes I've dropped because there's a guy in it who happens to be in a friend's NA meeting, and I don't care to intersect with him (aside from the whole anonymity violation), but there's another class that carries on my long years of Iyengar study. It's a pleasure, there's an echo from a previous teacher, and I'm pleased to carry it on. This could even have implications for my swimming, and certainly benefits from my strength training. I no longer walk with a walker or cane, my upper body muscles are way better, I'll be walking into the yoga class with no help but my own legs, and I don't expect to be the one in the back on the chair doing special exercises to prevent injury.
Give me 6 months and check out my lats. :-)
One of my classes I've dropped because there's a guy in it who happens to be in a friend's NA meeting, and I don't care to intersect with him (aside from the whole anonymity violation), but there's another class that carries on my long years of Iyengar study. It's a pleasure, there's an echo from a previous teacher, and I'm pleased to carry it on. This could even have implications for my swimming, and certainly benefits from my strength training. I no longer walk with a walker or cane, my upper body muscles are way better, I'll be walking into the yoga class with no help but my own legs, and I don't expect to be the one in the back on the chair doing special exercises to prevent injury.
Give me 6 months and check out my lats. :-)
one of more than one weird things...
Nov. 30th, 2015 08:26 pmOK, so I was sitting around watching TV when I glanced across the room and noticed a strange object on the floor over by the woodworking section... not believing my eyes at first, eventually, I retrieved it and remain baffled as to its arrival here.
Not the only odd thing that happened last night, but jeez...

Not the only odd thing that happened last night, but jeez...

So how to run a breakup...
Nov. 29th, 2015 02:31 pmWhen people break up with me, I prefer that they make up something, like they're about to get married or they're moving to Europe or something...
So I have a couple guys I need to dump (probably not the best word), but I was thinking I might just say I'm moving to Vietnam for work... is that going to go over
So I have a couple guys I need to dump (probably not the best word), but I was thinking I might just say I'm moving to Vietnam for work... is that going to go over
In November 1979, I came home from a party and was attacked in the lobby of my apartment building. I didn't know it but the guy was pissed off after a fight with his girlfriend, and also had been stalking me for some time. He was aggressive enough that my key broke off in the door lock as he dragged me out and under a porch of an abandoned building. He made me do the expected stuff, said he'd kill me, took out a shotgun and told me to stay still while he drove off. I found out later he went to a bar and got into a fight bad enough that he landed in the emergency room, a shrink later told me this was pretty typical, especially since he'd been unable to ejaculate with me, also not unusual.
It took a while to track him down (other crimes, different state, jail), but finally, he got caught and I testified to the grand jury and in court. He got 25 years. His name is so common in that region, I haven't been able to find out what happened to him.
It took a while to track him down (other crimes, different state, jail), but finally, he got caught and I testified to the grand jury and in court. He got 25 years. His name is so common in that region, I haven't been able to find out what happened to him.
well, i was away...
Aug. 28th, 2015 09:01 pm... and I'm back. There are people diarizing here whom I cherish, so I will try to check in and be present, thanks to my dear friend Vonnie who keeps me on track, the way friends do.
She lets me go on about my forays into modern sexual weirdo practices, and I get to think of her when my sister comes back to me in major ways.
Getting over surgery, kids.
She lets me go on about my forays into modern sexual weirdo practices, and I get to think of her when my sister comes back to me in major ways.
Getting over surgery, kids.
haven't been around...
May. 4th, 2015 06:19 amSo sorry, kids... but my news is that short story, on the x-ray, it looks like a bomb went off on my right hip, which explains why my leg keeps getting shorter. We're now 3" up and it took them a year to figure this out. Whatever. They're going to do a hip replacement in early June, and I'll have some hospital time, then rehab facility for some weeks. And one of my boyfriends broke up with me in a cruel way, and that didn't sit well. But off I go to surgery.
motss.cons deadline has passed...
Feb. 22nd, 2015 12:22 amOh right. The deadline for motss.cons 2015 and 2016 has passed. Due to the unusual tie, we have two years worth of .con proposal winners.
Motss.con 2015 goes to Perry NY and environs, hosted by Dawn RedWine L with assistance from various including Ann Burlingham et al, hoping for any and everyone to jump in to help. Thank you for your proposal!!!
Motss.con 2016 goes to New Orleans LA, hosted by John Dorrance, Thank you for your proposal!!!
Work on dates and scheduled events reverts to the hosts.
Thank you all for your participation. It's been a pleasure.
Your Max
Motss.con 2015 goes to Perry NY and environs, hosted by Dawn RedWine L with assistance from various including Ann Burlingham et al, hoping for any and everyone to jump in to help. Thank you for your proposal!!!
Motss.con 2016 goes to New Orleans LA, hosted by John Dorrance, Thank you for your proposal!!!
Work on dates and scheduled events reverts to the hosts.
Thank you all for your participation. It's been a pleasure.
Your Max
Motss.con[s] for 2015[16]
Feb. 21st, 2015 12:08 amSeeing as how you all are in with the in crowd, this is it, for realzz this time.
In 24 hours, a decision will be taken by Those In Charge, as to where the next motss.con , maybe *two* motss.cons , due to an unprecedented voting TIE between Perry NY in August and New Orleans LA not sure.
Currently, with a bunch of discussion, mostly over on facebook, there's a lot of agreement about a proposal by the New Orleans idea being postponed to 2016, stepping aside for Perry in 2015. That decides TWO .cons at once, leaving the hosts to manage the logistics on their own.
If you have something to say, the deadline is Sat midnight PST 2/21/15, which is in 24 hours. Speak now, put in your two cents, you will be heard by the People In Charge and taken into account.
In short, given the tie, so far, both are declared winners, one has deferred to the other, if you care for one or the other you might speak your reasons, we all care.
Send me email at vasilatos@gmail.com, a message at facebook (Max Meredith Vasilatos), or text me at 415-370-8712 if you need to speak in private. This is not however a vote.
Thank you for your time,
Max
In 24 hours, a decision will be taken by Those In Charge, as to where the next motss.con , maybe *two* motss.cons , due to an unprecedented voting TIE between Perry NY in August and New Orleans LA not sure.
Currently, with a bunch of discussion, mostly over on facebook, there's a lot of agreement about a proposal by the New Orleans idea being postponed to 2016, stepping aside for Perry in 2015. That decides TWO .cons at once, leaving the hosts to manage the logistics on their own.
If you have something to say, the deadline is Sat midnight PST 2/21/15, which is in 24 hours. Speak now, put in your two cents, you will be heard by the People In Charge and taken into account.
In short, given the tie, so far, both are declared winners, one has deferred to the other, if you care for one or the other you might speak your reasons, we all care.
Send me email at vasilatos@gmail.com, a message at facebook (Max Meredith Vasilatos), or text me at 415-370-8712 if you need to speak in private. This is not however a vote.
Thank you for your time,
Max
... but I can't sustain it.
Some years ago, before this facebook thing, I was in an online support group for disABLEd folks where we'd talk about our experiences in the temporarily ABLEbodied world, and some of it was heartbreaking but worth hearing: the pain, the meds, the medical establishment, even the support groups themselves. Now I can only find highly organized fanpages to LIKE instead of have a real conversation.
Anyway. There's a couple of things. First is kind of ephemeral. I used to have dreams I could fly, rarely if ever now. They were great, and I realize that some people have them and some don't, and we who do are lucky. But that switched over to dreams in which I could run. Full out, or just across the street, or to chase a dog, or just because. Run. Wow, I see people run, in bursts, or jogging, or whatever, and I remember when I was in first grade and I saw the other kids sliding on the ice and it looked so easy and so fun. I broke my nose. Never did have good balance. And these days, I'm under orders not to do anything involving balance: skating, surfing, biking, skiing, you name it. And of course, I can't run without risking a major fall.
These days I have a new dream: to walk. I can walk, sort of, in pain, with a cane (calling Dr Seuss :-). I'm slow and it's risky and I've already broken what, 5 bones, falling. So I watch TV and instead of paying attention to the plot, I notice that people are walking up and down stairs, they're running over rooftops, they're walking down halls and into apartments with no thought in the world. They could probably go to yoga class like I used to. They pace, they trot, they ramble, they give no thought at all to being able to just walk around whenever they feel like it. I dream of walking.
I'm trying everything they got to help me, and there are brief moments when it seems like I might walk normally again, do yoga again, have cool sex again. Patience, I say. It will come.
There's a second thing. I live on a disability pension from an insurance company ; it was negotiated in 1990, and every now and then they want documentation of my disability, not unreasonable. There are forms for me to sign, there are forms for my doctor to sign, everyone fills everything out and sends it in and we're done.
This year, my doctor's office didn't send in the forms. They say the woman in charge of that has left, there's a new guy, they don't have the forms, they don't know. WHAT? I say. Did you, like, throw them away? My entire livelihood is just GONE? What happened to the forms? Gobbledygook back. "We put everything in electronically now" so where are they? Are they in the computer? Can't you find them? Seriously, did you just dump them in the trash?
I've asked the insurance company to please send ME the forms again so I can track them ("you should have made copies" like I have enough paperwork filling my little studio already) and I will cause them to be filled out and sent in, oh yes I will. The damn doctor's office has moved to a location that is unsuitable for people with disabilities, but hey, who cares about that part.
Sorry, a little venting over here. At this point, if I could think of something else to complain about (don't get me started), I'd throw it in, but this is about disability. And in fact, the Chinese herbs and the chiropractor and the acupuncturist altogether seem to be moving things in the right direction. I walked normally for a while today.
That is all.
Some years ago, before this facebook thing, I was in an online support group for disABLEd folks where we'd talk about our experiences in the temporarily ABLEbodied world, and some of it was heartbreaking but worth hearing: the pain, the meds, the medical establishment, even the support groups themselves. Now I can only find highly organized fanpages to LIKE instead of have a real conversation.
Anyway. There's a couple of things. First is kind of ephemeral. I used to have dreams I could fly, rarely if ever now. They were great, and I realize that some people have them and some don't, and we who do are lucky. But that switched over to dreams in which I could run. Full out, or just across the street, or to chase a dog, or just because. Run. Wow, I see people run, in bursts, or jogging, or whatever, and I remember when I was in first grade and I saw the other kids sliding on the ice and it looked so easy and so fun. I broke my nose. Never did have good balance. And these days, I'm under orders not to do anything involving balance: skating, surfing, biking, skiing, you name it. And of course, I can't run without risking a major fall.
These days I have a new dream: to walk. I can walk, sort of, in pain, with a cane (calling Dr Seuss :-). I'm slow and it's risky and I've already broken what, 5 bones, falling. So I watch TV and instead of paying attention to the plot, I notice that people are walking up and down stairs, they're running over rooftops, they're walking down halls and into apartments with no thought in the world. They could probably go to yoga class like I used to. They pace, they trot, they ramble, they give no thought at all to being able to just walk around whenever they feel like it. I dream of walking.
I'm trying everything they got to help me, and there are brief moments when it seems like I might walk normally again, do yoga again, have cool sex again. Patience, I say. It will come.
There's a second thing. I live on a disability pension from an insurance company ; it was negotiated in 1990, and every now and then they want documentation of my disability, not unreasonable. There are forms for me to sign, there are forms for my doctor to sign, everyone fills everything out and sends it in and we're done.
This year, my doctor's office didn't send in the forms. They say the woman in charge of that has left, there's a new guy, they don't have the forms, they don't know. WHAT? I say. Did you, like, throw them away? My entire livelihood is just GONE? What happened to the forms? Gobbledygook back. "We put everything in electronically now" so where are they? Are they in the computer? Can't you find them? Seriously, did you just dump them in the trash?
I've asked the insurance company to please send ME the forms again so I can track them ("you should have made copies" like I have enough paperwork filling my little studio already) and I will cause them to be filled out and sent in, oh yes I will. The damn doctor's office has moved to a location that is unsuitable for people with disabilities, but hey, who cares about that part.
Sorry, a little venting over here. At this point, if I could think of something else to complain about (don't get me started), I'd throw it in, but this is about disability. And in fact, the Chinese herbs and the chiropractor and the acupuncturist altogether seem to be moving things in the right direction. I walked normally for a while today.
That is all.