Last night, Sunday April 19, 2009, I found myself entering into a strange new world, a world in which I was immersed in a pool of silence.
My left ear has been fairly deaf since I was a kid. I think I lost a good bit of hearing in that ear when I was six and a doctor lanced my eardrum in order to treat an abscess. This was before the age of antbiotics, and medical care back then was relatively primitive. As a result they kept giving me hearing tests all through Elementary School. However, I learned to live with it because after all I had a reasonably good right ear.
But Sunday night my right ear suddenly failed me, leaving me unable to hear such common, everyday things such as running water and the flushing of the toilet. On a scale of 1 to 10 my right ear was perhaps hearing at a scale of 4, if that. This joins my left ear which barely hears anything this side of a roar.
Monday morning. As I feared, I did not hear my alarm going off at 6 am this morning, and it was 6:21 before I reared my head up to check the clock. Television has pretty much lost its voice. And music sounds like a travesty of itself through those wonderful Sennheiser headphones my sons pooled their resources to send me last year.
It’s a condition that continues to bring down my quality of life. Will I respond by finally getting myself some kind of a hearing aid as my older son Dan has been urging me to do for years now? Who knows? Will Medicaire and my health insurance company, Texas HealthSpring pay any money towards it? Or will I be forced by economic reasons to continue swimming in this pool of silence I have so suddenly found myself in?
Of course, when you get to my age and something like this happens, you can’t help but ask yourself, “what’s next?” Who knows what failings lurk in the bodies of the elderly? The Shadow knows! I would sure as hell give just about anything to find out the answer to that “what’s next” question. But as usual only time will tell.
Update: I started coming out of the pool (of silence) late in the day Monday, and by Tuesday I can hear fairly normally on the telephone, and the tv. Music still doesn’t sound quite right on the Sennheisers, but you can’t have everything. Be thankful for small favors, Little Eddy.
Jesus Diaz on GIZMODO writes, Demonstrating how futile the war against Pirate Bay really is, someone has created The Pirate Google bay: A Google custom search dedicated to find torrent files. I can't wait for the industry to sue Google.
Think about it: Even if they hunt all the Torrent directories and search pages down, they will keep appearing and people will still publish things online, no matter what. Torrents torrents everywhere, and Google as the mega-Pirate Bay it already is.
And from The Local, Sweden’s news channel in English, comes word that at least one of the attorney’s for the real Pirate Bay’s principals are planning to call for a mistrial. It turns out that the judge in the Pirate Bay case, Tomas Norström, has been a member of several of the same copyright protection organisations as several of the main entertainment industry representatives, Sveriges Radio's P3 news programme reports.
Peter Althin, the lawyer who represents Pirate Bay spokesperson Peter Sunde, has announced that he plans to demand a retrial. "I will point that out in my appeal, then the Court of Appeal (Hovrätten) will decide if the district court decision should be set aside and the case revisited," Althin said on Thursday.§
How about a toy where you make a ping pong ball rise using only your brain power? Look ma, no hands!
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