Improvement, Levitral, Classical Music
The human capacity for self-improvement is unlimited. For some reason, this thought sprang into my head this past Thursday as I walked through a dark and chilly late afternoon to Art History. Then, I realized that that belief fuels a lot of the activities I participate in in my free time. (Pardon my interruption, but that’s the first time I have written two sentences in a row that had two words in a row in them … I should probably write here more so my English mechanics do not perish.) I design to improve my usability eye, code to improve my ability to think logically, and compose music in an attempt to refine my creativity. The list goes on, and I am sure you have one similar. The motivation to improve ourselves is not a selfish one, but one that exists because we are so aware of our capability to be better. I am truly comforted by the thought that, as my life progresses, I can continually work towards being someone I want to be. That, I believe, is a true inspiration.
In accordance with my usual random subject changes that inevitably occur in these compliation posts, we turn now to Levitral. It is another drug for men with erectile disfunction and frankly, I am tired of hearing commercials for it. In fact, I am tired of hearing commercials for any drugs. The way I see it, if you have an ailment you do the research and find the drugs that apply to your condition. We say “Wow, I’m hungry, I just saw a Burger King ad, I think I’ll eat there.” We do NOT say “Wow, I don’t perform in bed, I better try the last drug I saw advertised that helps this.” Drug commercials are absurd and poisonous; they make doctors seem like middle men to patients when this patient-caregiver relationship is what truly matters in the health care industry. If people were not under the impression that there were a magic pill for everything, there would be less pressure on doctors to be writing prescriptions for every person that comes into their office. But the bottom line is, I just do not want to hear about solutions for men’s performance problems - save it for the doctor’s office.
The place I always hear these commercials is the weight room, location of many strange experiences, including another involving audio. About two weeks ago, I wandered into the weight room one weekend day and noticed something odd. The usual 93X hard rock was not playing. Nor did I hear KQ92 (classic rock) or the more rare Cities 97 alternative. A Bach concerto floated merrily from the ceiling speakers, casading down among big guys moving heavy weights around. How on earth do you lift listening to classical music? I looked around for any small group smirking in the corner, but found none. Everyone had accepted that the corner radio tuner had been set to this station; shockingly, no one changed it for 45 minutes. I will never know who set the radio to that station, or why it remained there for so long, but those who say variety is the spice of life really had it right.
I am in the midst of registration. On the good side, it looks like I can graduate in four years with a degree in biochemistry. On the down side, getting back on track after being in EE for Freshman year is going to take some sheduling heroics. I know now is the time for registration for all of you out there, so best of luck keeping a clear outlook on the future.