#sunlamp

[mudwerks]

(via and everything else too: Bill Layne "Greetings" Calendar (1949))

[goshyesvintageads]

General Electric Co, 1955

[gameraboy2]

Sunlamp Saturday Evening Post, March 4, 1939 Cover by Robert P. Archer

[moodymadisoon]

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[kreepycrepsley]

Just an idea from book #3, Tunnels of Blood

[lanternlightersblog]

#Repost @jjacksonphotoz • • • • • • A sun lamp #sunrise #sunlamp #lamppost #streetlamp #morning #friday #instasunrise #Scarborough #pretty #calming #tranquil #Ukrainewillwin https://www.instagram.com/p/CjgaawqIJZC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was on a walk and was dragging my seasonal affective sunlamp on a tripod along with me like it was a dog.

[crimeronan]

okay i Do feel less insane having left my house. my body now seems to think it's spring since it's warm today, which beats the unrelenting despair of "oh god. it's the beginning of winter."

[haechaniee]

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[yardsards]

so i have a form of delayed sleep phase disorder wherein my circadian rhythm naturally chooses sunrise as my bedtime if i do not make a constant effort to uphold a "normal" sleep schedule (and even the smallest thing can fuck this up and make me nocturnal again. imagine if a normal person had to get themself into the routine of going to bed in the afternoon, basically)

and the usually recommended tactics of "limit blue light" just do not work for me AT ALL (and w how far back my circadian rhythm is shifted, i'd have to start completely cutting out light hours before the actual sun sets)

so anyway i'm currently experimenting with using one of those seasonal depression sunlight lamps to trick my brain into thinking it's sunrise and... i actually AM starting to feel drowsy??? if this ends up being a viable solution for my dspd i will be very happy but also laugh a whole lot because this is the EXACT OPPOSITE of what ppl usually recommend ppl w our issue to do

[sarasa-cat]

NoNaNo Day 7

Honestly, the sun sorta came up. The sun went down. Even though I am home, I have more coffee, the cats are fed, and I spent a few minutes mucking around in GB3 making minor changes to the skin tone of my new Yennefer of Faerun while trying to kick start my brain with more coffee (i now have a pretty good facsimile of Witcher 3 video game yennefer) --- despite all of that.

My desire to word words is not happening. And that's fine.

I think a rather brutal, punishing 7k (all elevation changes, many elevations) during whatever passed for noonday sun killed me dead. And then I was too damn hungry to just go home and cook/scrounge, and the lunch place I wanted to go to was closed today, so I had to chance it with a place that ended up being a big mistake (omfg so tasteless, so heavy, so uuggghhhhh sticking to my ribs and hurting). That was when I searched on my phone if the current flu & covid vaccines temporarily REDUCE aerobic capacity and the answer is Statistically Significant YES but, also, that exercise will boost the immunity response (which is good). SO..... yeah. Killed myself dead but for a good cause? Buuhhhhhhhhh..

When I got home, I flopped onto the couch and just stared at the ceiling while my cats looked into my eyes. Feed us. Feeeeeed us. (I could not move).

The upshot is: I'm not writing.

Even though this is a day that is wide open for me therefore a perfect day to bang out all of the words, IT AIN'T HAPPENING. (and the fact that I wanted to type all the words last week when I was overscheduled, as that is entirely how my life is on my weird fortnightly schedule? Well, fuck it. That's life.)

Today I don't feel like writing. I am devoid of words. Writing this post is epic effort because my brain is in images only mode. Sounds and pictures. Not words.

BUT HERE IS WHAT I DID DO and WHAT I PLAN ON DOING for the rest of today.

ONE: I started listening to an audiobook that is giving me ideas for one of my on going NONFICTION projects. YAY! I'm gonna let those ideas marinate. I listened to a little over an HOUR of that book. That was lots of ideas. Into the brain meat.

TWO: I am still feeling like I have a haphazard system for keeping all of my writing stuff organized --- it became haphazard thanks to entropy despite once being super organized. I AM GOING TO CONTINUE FIXING THAT SYSTEM TODAY. Because that is brain dead office worker work and perfect for an exhausted body-brain day.

THREE: I have lots of moodboard images that I need to organize and start printing out and placing them together in helpful places. I'M DOING THAT THIS WEEK and maybe even TODAY.

FOUR: I'm gonna fill the creative well with some BG3 late this evening and this play through requires me to think about "What would Yennefer do in this situation" which is character analysis and story analysis and good for writer brain.

[blujayonthewing]

trying to fix my sourceless but paralyzing sense of dread and despair by counterbalancing having slept through most of the daylight with sitting in front of a sun lamp at 7pm, which can only possibly help and will definitely not do even weirder things to my circadian rhythms

[dannysboi]

oh? u a boy in a skirt?

Hell yeah!!! This one's a freebie but any more and ya gon haveta ask real nice ;3

[buckyclevens]

i'm soooo mentally in a great place rn i'm thinking of rewatching spn and nge

[thevividgreenmoss]

Outside on my balcony in the cold by Dallas standards breeze rustling through the trees carrying the smoke from the first full cigarette smoked in ages by this point buying a pack every 4-6 months and then once every month or so I smoke half of one and get nauseous beyond my baseline to continue but at least today a combination of empty enough stomach and half an ambien which generally kicks in only 1/8 times but this one did. Anyways how fun the smoke looked hanging thick and silver white in the air being buffeted by these very erratic fall winds. A Shiner (the one good texas beer) One cigarette then a stove-lit joint. Anna Meredith's Savages and Nicolas Jaar's Sirens on repeat the first few hours of this last November Sunday. Two iconic albums to me In 2016 like truly virtuosic raging mourning living songwriting / performances imho...Emily and Charlotte are out here with me adventurousness and kittingcatness undeterred by cold or wet or wind. Emily got halfway down the stairs which she doesn't usually do my little explorer she came back when I called her though she and Charlie are back inside by now guess it's cozy time. I really hope I can keep this apartment and keep the cats. My car's already totaled. time's running out ina million ways on a million things but that's most everyone's story. Hopefully figure something out. I fucked my back up again but now that i can walk without active pain I need to figure out where movement/action is for Palestine around here. It's looking to be a hard winter, it always is but it doesn't have to be I guess. At least not every time.