The augur in waters from within

Not a job to relish

I cannot say whether it is a benefit or not, but 16 years of blogging does end up creating a body of reference material and I cannot honestly say it is a journal, as everything is recorded from ideas, musings, mood, event, opinion, and nonsense. I doubt anyone would relish the idea of cataloguing my blog if we can first agree on the categories or just file it all under nonsense.

When I fell ill with the water infection part of the symptoms that endured for weeks was weakness, the loss of strength or capacity to do the simple things. It became convenient to pass water into a bucket and movements were not occurring for days.

Now, I remember that the second blog I wrote from the hospital over a decade ago was about the same thing, where I also referred to how my treatment was going. There probably is no originality to writing about it as everyone does it, it is so passé that no one notices anything about it too.

Blog - Golden red and painless

Making a sensory diagnosis

However, when a diagnosis is being made, besides the phlebotomies, that is what they want to have a look at, so you pass the first rush into a container and I don’t know what happens next. Hold it up to the light or check the pH along with other laboratory jinks; a type of cataloguing ensues.

When a doctor called to assess my condition, the bucket routine became useful because before my friend poured it away, he thought the odour was quite foul and then the colour was a bit dark. That along with my feverish condition laboured breathing, and pain around the waist, led her to decide I did need an ambulance to take me to hospital.

Yet, a job to relish

The bucket served the purpose for much longer and when I began to notice sediments at the bottom of the bucket, as urine is the excretion of water-soluble chemicals, it would appear the dissolved salts and compounds had settled and formed a layer of hardened material that was difficult to shift without a decent scrubbing with bleach and disinfectants. [Urine – Wikipedia]

It is then you realise there is much medical science in the study of urine, called urinalysis and there is no need to go into that much detail. If anything, I should drink more water besides what I learnt that cranberry juice is quite good for water infections.

Digging up sound memories to relive

In search of portable sound

It is probably two decades ago, I bought a Creative NOMAD Jukebox Zen, an MP3 player with a 6GB hard disk, this was before the Apple iPod took off and became the mainstay of portable music players. Bundled with the jukebox was a copy-protected compendium of classical music that took up over half the available space on the disk.

I probably erased one folder of music before I found the means of extracting the classical music collection into a portable format that I could playback on my computer. With time, I extended my classical music collection, ripping CDs I had bought for portability sake. Unfortunately, not all CDs automatically populated the tracks from the Gracenote CDDB as it was known then.

Volumes of excess material

Over time, I had compiled a classical music collection, all my music CDs, a whole catalogue of preachers' sermons and exhortations, along with different audio bibles, the full King James Version (KJV), the New Testament in the New International Version (NIV) and the whole bible in the Message (MSG) translation. These versions belong in different areas of translation and interpretation, the KJV which is close to literal, the NIV being somewhat intermediate and the MSG is like a paraphrase.

Blog - Good Samaritan Values - The Renewing Of Your Mind – Written in 2013 with an overview of types of English bible translations.

By then, I upgraded to a Creative Nomad Jukebox III, a friend gave me one with a 20GB hard disk, I soon ran out of space on that too, I began to juggle what I needed from what was not immediately necessary. A few years later, the jukeboxes were too cumbersome and I plumbed for a miniature Creative Zen Mozaic 8GB MP3 Player with dimensions 1.3 (depth) x 4 (width) x 8 (length) in cm, it still lives, some 12 years on.

Properly cataloguing sound files

I used to like listening to the Gospels in KJV, there were times I had it playing in the background and found myself imagining I was just walking down the same street where Jesus was having a conversation with an audience that included me.

Managing 1189 chapters from 66 books of the bible in audio format, wasn’t easy as the publishers made a shoddy job of the MP3 tagging. This being the metadata that allowed the MP3 file to be properly identified and categorised. So, I found myself retagging the files, setting out the books as albums and the chapters as chronological tracks.

It would have been easier to merge the chapters into one track per book, but the granularity in seeking specific sections would have been lost. I studiously did this for my music albums and other audio collections too.

Too many old memories

Now, why I am on this journey into the past. I acquired a while ago the full boxset of Yes, Minister, and Yes, Prime Minister, political satire from the 1980s but could not find where I had stored them. With portable hard disks all around the place, some probably with stiffened spindles for the lack of use, I began to plug them in to review their contents.

In the process, I found all my audio bibles, my broader music collection, the Yes, Minister series, some old training material and a picture I had not seen for probably 8 years now. The picture did bring back some old memories, but there was nothing I could do but sigh, he died a decade ago and someone has fully and fittingly taken the place I was unable to relinquish to explore the opportunity for love until early last year. The whole audio and video catalogue is being uploaded to the cloud.

A time to relive

I guess the strange thing about life is the many moments that create a complex story of wanting to experience the new, whilst having some other attachment to the old. The ability to conflate the past and present into another moment to cherish.

Childhood memories of places that brought happiness, peace, and joy, some other time in life where some activity had its serenity and calmness, then a present that offers the scope to relive and settle into a bliss almost unbelievably complete.

It is strange that being both a creature of habit, with a curiosity for the unknown and a quest for knowledge. You wonder when the mind quietens down. Yet, I find peace in music, simple detective shows, and railway documentaries. Sometimes, I just switch off everything and go to sleep.