New York's finest
November 30, 2001 +
Observed outside Pick-a-Bagel on 57th and 6th, Manhattan, 9:01 a.m.
The players: A middle-aged woman, nicely dressed and in good spirits, and her companion (probably her husband), talking to two uniformed policemen.
The woman seemed pleased with herself and the cops, which was striking, considering most people talking to the police are in a state of distress.
One of the policemen spoke into his two-way radio:
"Request location: N-B-C Studios."
How I'm feeling
November 27, 2001 +
A man goes to his psychiatrist and says, "Doc, I keep having these alternating recurring dreams. First I'm a teepee; then I'm a wigwam; then I'm a teepee; then I'm a wigwam. It's driving me crazy. What's wrong with me?"
The doctor replies, "The first thing is to relax. You're two tents."
* cue laugh track through wince *
November 26, 2001 +
The instructions for my way cool new Wacom Intuos 2 installer read, "Before installation, plug your tablet into an available USB port in the back of your computer."
Laptop: USB 1, keyboard; USB 2, mouse. I yanked out the keyboard jack, so I could keep roving the screen, and plugged in the tablet. The red light went on as expected.
The instructions continued: "You should not have any other programs running when you install the drivers for the tablet. Quit all open applications before continuing."
It was several minutes after I clicked into Internet Explorer that I finally figured out why apple-Q! APPLE-Q! wasn't doing anything.
I'm an ambidextrous mouse user, too
November 19, 2001 +
Fun computer-user desk trick: Leave a small bar of chocolate, wrapped, directly in front of the exhaust fan on your computer. After a while, the chocolate will melt, and you can dip your Animal Crackers into the goo that was once a candy bar. Voila! Office s'mores.
I assume this works equally well when done on purpose.
November 15, 2001 +
1. My mother uses, properly and appropriately, "brb" in her instant messaging conversations.
November 13, 2001 +
Seen and overheard on the crosstown M86 articulated bus: A mother, early 30s, and her son, around five years old, sitting in seats halfway back, where the bus articulates.
The bus pulls over at Second Avenue.
Mother: Okay, this is our stop, time to get off.
Son: We go out the back, right?
Mother: Yes, we do.
Son: Because the back door is closer.
They proceed to the rear exit, which is closed. Instinctively the five-year-old bellows, "Back door!" to the driver up front.
Mother and son disembark to the amusement of their fellow passengers.
November 5, 2001 +
Currently found in the individual Davidus Wertheimerus, this affliction's external symptoms include lack of concentration, heightened sensitivity to noise exposure, periodic sadness and a tendency to miss work for medical appointments.
Internally, diplacusis is an insidious and completely disconcerting phenomenon, and only one of the aggravations that have been plaguing my head since August.
Having straggled into work late again today, after my third way-out-in-Jersey dental appointment in five weeks, coworkers today started asking how my teeth were feeling. Were it only that simple.
I have had, intermittently since early August, a wide variety of problems with my right ear. It started with a loud, angry "hum" back in May: a low-level ringing that increased in volume until I could hear it above the sound of my air conditioner. It abated after ten days and an aggressive steroid from my allergist. I chalked it up to basic tinnitus, as I have had tinnitus for years, but the intensity startled me.
The hum slowly but steadily returned in August, and a second dose of the steroid didn't fight it off completely. At its peak, the hum was so loud I began having trouble hearing conversations over the ringing in my right ear, and the symptoms also spread slightly to my left ear.
But to call it a "hum" is to simplify the situation. When it's bad, my hearing issues are coupled with a pressurized sensation -- like going up 50 stories in a fast elevator -- that feels like it should subside when I pop my ears, but does not. On the better days, the hum degrades into a vibration of sorts, a buzz that pulses in my ear, not unlike the feeling one gets when one has a really good stretch and can feel it all the way into one's ears, only I'm not stretching. My condition has occasionally eased up but never really disappeared.
And when it's bad, the hum interferes with my hearing, getting in the way of sounds, causing diplacusis. I can discern the high and low tones of a sound, but not the low-middle, and it makes for weird moments. If I'm positioned the wrong way in a conversation, I will hear two people speaking in chorus when there's only one person speaking to me. Songs sound dissonant as a guitar or vocal is cut in half by my internal hum. And the touch tones of the phone are completely out of tune when I cradle the receiver in my right ear.
I spent August and September seeing doctor after specialist, with no one able to pinpoint my situation. Only dentists could hone in on my problem -- TMJ -- and that was only after I stumbled across my symptoms listed on a TMJ Web page while researching my problem.
I have thus identified my situation -- somewhat -- as associated with TMJ, which, in a nutshell, means my jaw isn't moving or resting the way it's supposed to. This is making me grind my teeth at night and clench my jaw during the day, which has led to aggravation in my eustacian tubes, which has thrown off the normal workings of my ears. I also have some of the other problems related to TMJ, including headaches and soreness in the neck and shoulders.
Ear problems such as tinnitus and diplacusis can be diagnosed by medical doctors but are not really treatable through traditional medicine. Instead of working with an ENT I have spent exorbitant amounts of time driving from Manhattan to Hamburg, N.J. (and once to the Bronx) to see a dentist, bought books and scoured Web pages for advice and information, and visited massage therapists and a chiropractor for relief.
And still my ear hums. Every day is different; some days are good, most are mediocre. Today my dentist adjusted my mouthpiece, which keeps me from grinding my teeth at night and should give me some relief, if I'm lucky. Tomorrow I make my second visit to the chiropractor, to see if tweaking my body here and there will help reset my jaw and ease the sensations I have in my ear.
So that's the bad news. The good news is that none of this has hurt my hearing. I tested at better-than-average levels in September while my symptoms were in a lull. While the hum and buzz do interfere with my hearing, the diplacusis is in my middle ear and not my inner ear, which makes a world of difference: I can attack it knowing that underneath the aggravation is a healthy, working ear that will eventually hear normally again.
The other good news is that what I have seems transient. Most of the potential remedies, from medicines to mouthpieces to physical adjustments, do alter or temporarily minimize my symptoms, so I know that somewhere out there is a solution that will work for me. I simply have to press on until I find it.
I haven't done anything drastic or public yet, like wear my mouthpiece at work. But if I have to, I shall. Just do me a favor and don't laugh too hard if I wind up with braces this winter.
Jayson Stark asks all the right questions about baseball's contraction plans and monetary complaints.
There's More Than One Way to Skin a Cat Dept.:
~ PC World, Tuesday. Web Designers Should Stop Searching: To satisfy surfers, online content must be easy to find--without that pesky search engine.
~ Internet Week, Wednesday. Macys.com since early summer has more than doubled the rate at which it converts site visitors into buyers. ... Much of the success is credited to new search engine technology.
Thomas L. Friedman, doubtless the most observant editorialist in America since 9/11, has a wonderful essay today on the "real war": religious totalitarianism.
Why time stands still. Neat.
Now that I finally upgraded to IE5.5 (from IE4 -- way old school), I'm discovering that the uppity Web sites that threw my browser antiquity in my face look exactly the same as they did pre-forced-stylesheet-compliance. The least they could have done was redesigned to make it worth my while.
Pay attention, because I don't say things like this very often: In the weblog world, Mighty Girl is my favorite read these days.
Once-high-flying Internet financial analyst Henry Blodget is leaving Merrill Lynch. He's writing a book, no doubt because he's familiar with the finances: Buy the book new for $30, sell it to a used book store for $3 -- a 90% loss, just like the stocks he used to recommend.
I can see the headline now: Astronomy Buff Defies Bedtime, Drags Girlfriend Outside to Make Wishes
For Hanukkah I want an industrial-grade pair of earplugs and tickets to see Yo La Tengo rock the menorah. (via Adrienne, my blog informant)
Buy my car.
Windows must-have: Dave's Quick Search Taskbar Toolbar Deskbar.
~ Derek Jeter's apartment
~ Mike Piazza's apartment (via Adrienne)
Yankee partisanship aside, I'd rather have Piazza's classier Gramercy digs, especially for one-fifth what Jeter paid for his penthouse.
And while we're on the subject: The inanity of baseball contraction.
Supplement to the diplacusis essay: tinnitus and mandibular disorders. My situation in a nutshell. "Tinnitus can be defined as the conscious experience of a sound that originates in the head of its owner. Everyone at one time or another has experienced sounds that did not originate from their outside world. But the true tinnitus victim suffers from a constant ringing, hissing, or buzzing sound that in some instances can drive the patient almost insane."
My girlfriend is the ginchiest!
Nathan Lane, star of "The Producers," has a vocal polyp and is off the stage indefinitely. That can't bode well for the show's new $480 tickets. (via Amy)
The New York Times reports on the difficulty of finding new brand names. There's a reason the iPod has a bad name and Palm now sells "handhelds," not Pilots.
Adam is listed on Yahoo. Nifty.
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