Saturday, May 21, 2011

are LAZORS the solution?

So, sometime this summer, I was considering getting Lasik eye surgery. As you may or may not know, my vision is not so good. I'm nervous about the surgery, sure. But I hear from all the cool kids that there's lots of perks to being able to see well: 
·         Not having to carry around two pairs of glasses; one because it matches and one in case the lens falls out of the first one, as it often does.
·         Not having to carry around prescription sunglasses as well.
·         Not having to be two inches away from the mirror to put on eye makeup.
·         Being able to watch movies while laying down with head on a pillow. Ooh, I hear that's nice.
·         Not having to push said glasses back up nose every 10 seconds because they keep slipping down.
·         Not having to clean glasses ALL the time, because they manage to get dirty even when I'm not doing anything even remotely interesting.
·         Being able to see things outside these tiny circular frames without having to turn entire head to do so.
·         Not having vision instantly fogged over every time I: step out of a car when it's humid outside, open the dishwasher right after it's finished, or just get out of the shower. Wouldn't that be wickedly cool?
·         Being able to buy cool, new, in-style sunglasses purely for giggles.
A person with good vision has 20/20, which is what I should get with Lasik. People who are born lucky have 20/15, which means that what a normal person can see from 15 feet away, they can see it from 20. So let's say someone had, I dunno, 20/60 vision. That's not good at all. What a normal person can see at 60 feet, they have to be 20 feet away to see it. No bueno.
My vision is 20/800... if you can imagine.  (Well... it was 6 years ago. I know that it's gotten worse since then. I haven't dared to ask my eye doctor for a number again.) So, what a normal person can see from 800 feet away (that's almost 3 football fields,  mind), I have to be 20 feet away to see it. Da-yum.
My vision-ish with glass and without. This isn't really an accurate representation (obviously because things change depending on the lighting, distance, size, etc.)... but... it's what I might see if I was standing,  oh I dunno, less than halfway between us and where the photographer was standing--so 4 feet-ish.

But you know, there's something very calming about not being able to see. It sounds a little nuts, but I like taking off my glasses to enjoy the blissful nothing,  not having to focus on anything. It's strangely freeing. I like to do it when I'm riding in the car (while somebody else is driving, obviously hurr hurr), and just let the world pass by in a smooth mixture of nonsensical color. Lights--particularly at Christmas--are especially beautiful this way, in how they glow and melt together, like tiny, colorful suns, suspended in the air.
To not wear my glasses is to appreciate life at its most basic levels: simple colors and shapes, all mish-moshed together to make a strangely beautiful and almost painterly whole. Perfect vision all the time means there is nothing left to the imagination; there is no more guessing, no more possibilities. Everything is exactly as it appears.
I dunno. It's sort of impossible to describe...
If I had the option to wear contacts, I would, believe me, but I don't. They don't make them for my prescription. So I have to choose between glasses (troublesome eyewear but peaceful nothing) or Lasik (perfect vision with no more mystery). It shouldn't be a tough choice, but strangely... it is.

To see, or not to see, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the eye to suffer
The cones and rods of outrageous vision,
Or to take lasers against a mist of blurriness,
And by opposing fix them? The eye, to see,
Forevermore; and to see is to say we end
The head-ache, and the thousand to twenty acuity
That eyesight is heir to: 'tis a surgery
Devoutly to be wished. The eye, to see;
To see, perchance to clarify – ay, there's the rub:
For in that clarification what images may come,
When we have shuffled off this hazy fog,
Must give us pause – there's the respect
That makes calamity of so crisp sight.

(I could go on, but I'll stop now.)

Monday, May 16, 2011

Sister Day

I know we just got through celebrating Mother's Day, but I would also like to take a moment to celebrate my sister. There really is no better sister out there than the one I have. I am truly the luckiest person alive to have been blessed with such great fortune. My sister is smart (like, really really smart), witty, helpful, loving, generous, amazing (seriously--she's going to school, has two kids, a husband, a house, a life, and still manages to keep up with everything) and she is always there should I need her. And that doesn't even cover half of it!
This isn't much of a tribute to such an remarkable person, but I just wanted to say I love and admire her.

My Mother, Sister, and Me (the babeh).
I'm so happy that I get to see her soon when we go to her congraduation next week. I'd shower her with riches and roses if I had showers of riches and roses, but we'll settle for a long distance wave and a hug.
 I miss you!!
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Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mom Day

I drew this as a Mother's Day gift for my Mom, who loves the Harry Potter series just as much as I do.

It's Lily and her son, Harry (maybe age 4 or 5), at a playground.

Love you, Mem!


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Posting to Post

Hey, what's up?

...not much, eh?

Not much...

*tap tap tap*

It'd be great if I had something to post about. Something like... LIFE. IDEAS. THINGS/PEOPLE THAT INSPIRE ME. But... I don't. Does that mean I don't have a life, ideas, or things/people that inspire me? Yes. Yes it does.

It's not like a do nothing all day. Except OH WAIT. That's exactly what I do all day.
I draw. Sometimes. And I write. Occasionally. I'll paint something. If I feel like it. I eat. When I remember.

How exciting. I'm really living life by the seat of my pants here (if the dust settling on my shoulders is any kind of indication).

I should be moving to Austin soon, at least.  I got accepted to the University of Texas, so that’s good. Ah, I’ll be starting a new major from the beginning. In class with freshmen. Love it.

Anyway, it’ll hopefully break this trance-like spell that is lack-of-school (symptoms including: inability to walk long distances, cramps from extended bouts of sitting, and all forms of comfortable and addictive laziness.)



Also: MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOOOOU.

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