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Sometimes I’ll stumble across something on the internet that amuses me but rarely does anything make me as unabashedly giddy as the recent discovery of The Professor Brothers. I simply can’t stop watching them. Since this is mostly a film site, here are two of their episodes on film class…
Part I
Part II
If you’ve ever read this blog you probably know I have seizures. I’m not shy about the whole thing and find it, while somewhat annoying, rather interesting. Today I read a seizure-related story that completely fascinated me and is an early contender for Best Headline of the Year. The headline is from a January 18th New York Post article and I can't believe I haven't heard this story until now:
HIP-HOP OP FIXED MY HEAD
Grand “Paul” Seizures Cured
The story is about a young woman from Queens who would drop into a grand mal seizure every time the rapper Sean Paul’s music would play, specifically the song “Temperature.” Of course, just to make matters worse, Sean Paul happened to be one of her favorite musicians and she was having up to ten seizures a day from listening to his music. Ten. I’ve had two seizures in one day a couple times and that put me in the hospital and wiped me out for days.
Eventually she made the connection, took her ipod to a doctor who was, of course, “skeptical,” dialed up some Sean Paul and promptly hit the deck.
Apparently it’s called musicogenic epilepsy and somewhere between 50 and 100 people have been diagnosed with it…ever. Her doctors removed a small, about 3-inch section, from her right, frontal lobe and everything’s okay now…she can listen to Sean Paul all she wants and nothing happens. Hasn’t had a seizure since.
I’ve been trying to identify all the things I was doing when I’ve had seizures to see if there is any pattern…once in the car with my mom, once while taking photos on the streets of Denver, in a girlfriend’s apartment, in a taxi, in the office…nothing seems to tie them together. So, I went to You Tube, found the video for Sean Paul’s “Temperature,” turned up the volume on my computer and hit play.
And while I can see how that song might give somebody a seizure, it didn’t work for me. Too bad.
The New York Post article is here, as well as a couple others here and here.
Soooooo, after nearly two years shudder-free I hit the deck last Wednesday with another seizure…two, actually, as tends to be my habit. No major damage done—bruised head, bloody lip—but it’s back to the neurologist for me and no more driving for, well, a while. At least these happened in front of a bunch of a people I know so I got a lot of good first hand accounts of what the hell goes on, still nobody filmed it or took pictures and when they took me to the hospital they took me to Denver General where I was the only one not chained to the bed in the ER. Don’t get me wrong…I really, really appreciate all those that took such good care of me as I was frothing and bleeding and flailing…but DG?!? I have insurance, christ.
Preparing to leave the country ain't as easy as it used to be. Of course there was always the fear of forgetting the passport and wondering if you had enough of those miniature bottles of scotch tucked away (if you have to fly coach...) but now we've had to get used to putting bunches of stuffs in plastic bags and carrying on virtually nothing. And now this warning from the U.K. Telegraph about Dwarves zipping themselves into suitcases and clearing out the rest of the luggage from the hold.
I'm really not sure what to say.
Sharon Stone sold her 1961 Lincoln Continental at the Dubai Film Festival for $400,000. Why is that depressing? Because I sold my 1962 Lincoln Continental a few months prior to that for, umm…$3500. Yes, yes…I know her thing was for charity but I betcha my car had a better sound system.
