My child has the uncanny ability to take the shittiest naps ever on days I have shit to do.
Spawn: What’s that? You wanted to get work done and prep dinner? Fuck that. I woke up at 5.30 and napped for 40 minutes because I hate sleep. And I hate you. So get my ass out of this crib so I can scream unless you’re holding me for the rest of the day.
Me: you’re almost 2. What the fuck?
Spawn: now, bitch!
No more children ever.
I got to thinking about issues like song length and by implication, the shape of almost any creative form. Are we limiting our imaginations as far as musical and other forms go because of extra restrictions? I wondered if both length and shape might have been tailored not just by the contingencies of who was singing (if it’s a song) or who the characters are in a novel… but also by whatever medium we might receive that creative form in.
Thinking about songs, I asked myself … if the average 3-minute length has any reason for existence beyond the fact that that’s what could fit on the available piece of vinyl back in the day.
What kinds of fantastic and exciting new forms could emerge? Novels that never end? Albums that are essentially one track? (I think Prince and Eno both have tried this.) Pay-as-you-go blog posts? Songs that are like audiobooks, with hundreds of stanzas that take four hours to take in? Short-form TV series, with shows under 20 minutes in length? Videogames that tap into the data you generate, so that they tailor themselves to your likes and dislikes? Or maybe they will feature you as the protagonist, based on the cloud of data you trail and leave behind?
Back in 2005, I signed up to be a bone marrow donor. Today, I got a call from Be The Match that I am a potential match for someone in need of either bone marrow or stem cells. That someone is a 1 year old baby girl.
Tomorrow, I’ll receive a cheek swab kit and medical questionnaire to be returned immediately. In 3-4 weeks, I’ll find out if my sample is a close enough match, at which point I’ll have to provide a blood sample for further testing. If I am the closest match, I’ll go on to donate.
I am nervous. The stem cell thing wouldn’t be bad. I’d have to take meds for a week to make more blood stem cells and then be hooked up to a machine for 4-6 hours that filters the stem cells from my blood. The bone marrow donation requires surgery to extract bone marrow from my hip. That scares me a little more.
But it doesn’t scare me as much as the thought that a little girl and her family are dealing with serious illness right now. We have been going through a big scare with Celia these past couple months. We thought she had a seizure disorder, which has been ruled out, and are pretty sure she’s got a rare, benign disorder that she’ll grow out of, but going through multiple EEGs and neurology appointments and all the worrying in between wore me down. I cannot imagine what this family is going through.
So. If anyone has any experience with bone marrow or PBSC donation, I’d love to hear it. I don’t even know if I’ll be a match, but I really hope that someone is.