A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. My dad used to say that to me all the time, long before Dunning-Kruger and the internet became things. You haven’t learned enough about a thing to realize that you know little when you’re just starting. [1] We tend to think we know more than we do about things, and the more complicated the concept, the more people … Continue reading Clavin strikes again – mosquitoes, radios, and psoriasis.
I’m not great with quotes. The problem is one of memory: perhaps I’ll go Memento on the problem and tattoo them onto my legs – elsewhere is occupied and I can’t read my back. I don’t remember quotes but give me a commercial, and I’m golden. The addition of music fixes much. I’m going to go a little “walk to school uphill both ways in … Continue reading I love a good list.
The best and worst thing about recovery is the learning. There’s so much of it. I decided shortly before arriving that my last in-patient treatment was going to be the last. It was do-or-die time, not hyperbole considering both the status of my eating disorder and my recent suicide attempt. Attempts screw you up beyond the issues that got you there in the first place. … Continue reading Important lessons get repeated
From Famine to Feast. 