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  • Oct. 26th, 2008 at 8:52 PM
Head in the sand
my recent adventures in procrastination took me down the path to facebook flare. what is that you say? well, it is buttons! buttons with pictures, buttons with messages, and so on. i was browsing the flare for some goodies to send to my friends and i began to notice a theme. there were five major types of flare. 1) christian flare. 2) pro-obama flare. 3) pro-mccain flare. 4) chuck norris flare (do not ask my why - i do not know) and 5) miscellaneous, which is usually the best. as i was perusing the many pieces of flare available for distribution, i found myself getting really mad. when i asked myself why, it turned out i was noticing a pattern...the pro mccain flare was really out there - comparing obama with hitler and bin laden, calling obama a baby killer, racist statements, and so on. the pro-obama flare was a lot of tina fey and comments on mccain's age. here's the thing - why is it that we allow ourselves to get so swept up and emotionally involved over these elections - seriously? do we really think things are going to change so much? does everyone really believe that george bush in all his male whiteness had that much influence over other people. the events of 9/11 had been in the works for a very long time and were fueled and a result of foreign policy put in place many years before. and any new president is only going to be cleaning up the messes of the past administrations and while creating new messes for future administrations. think about it. are either barack obama or john mccain far enough removed to stop the processes of the materialistic society that we live in and make real, effective, lasting change? i say probably not. each person believes he is doing what is best for the nation, but let us not fool ourselves. we each think that is what is best for ourselves is what is best for the nation. we are all self-serving to a degree and that is our downfall. instead of pointing fingers, calling names, and bringing this dirty energy on ourselves why don't we actually begin a dialog that will help us to unite as a nation or at least a community and begin to move toward real change that heals instead of hurts others.

so i sit here (still procrastinating) and think about my votes this year. this is the first time i have filled out a ballot since 1992. before i claimed that i didn't care or that my vote didn't count. recently i have read blogs about voting and people feel that there are not candidates or measures that represent their views, needs, and values. for me the issue becomes much bigger. i don't think i want to be a part of this machine that is growing and moving at ever faster rates. if i vote, i perpetuate an american ideal that this is the perfect form of government and that how we live our lives, make our money, raise our children, indoctrinate our youth, etc. is actually right and righteous. i do not know that we are right or righteous. i do not know that we are on the right path.

so i will vote, because my small voice will not be heard and i will not stop the machine - or even pause the system - to make people think. and i will do as many others do: i will keep on living, head down, hoping that i can do as little damage as possible before i finally get to die and not feel horribly guilty anymore about not being able to save the world.

myspace or their space?

  • Aug. 9th, 2008 at 4:00 PM
There you go
the conversation went something like this...
me: '[so and so] really needs to get a new picture up on her myspace page.'
friend: 'yeah, i spend all day looking at people's myspace pages and the pictures are what gets them in the end.'
me: what do you mean?'
friend: it's my job to look potential employees up on myspace, facebook, and blogging sites to see what they are really like.'

it got a little tense after that. i am completely disgusted that employers are doing this. not because it's an invasion of privacy (really if you don't want everyone to know those things, don't put them up on the internet). mostly it's the presumption that you can decide whether a person is good at his or her job based on how they present themselves on line and make judgements about them on that information. maybe the person you are looking at has an excellent work ethic and record, but needs a place to commune and blow off the steam of everyday life stresses. maybe that person wants to experience what it is like to be viewed differently. and most of the people on myspace and facebook are still so young and immature that you wouldn't really expect anything different given their role models and the permissive society in which we live.

i spent the first half of my working life being told to separate my personality and personal life from my work. 'leave it at home' is a phrase i have heard hundreds of times. so we create these places where we can be ourselves or play at being something besides the drones we spend 80% of our waking lives being and suddenly it's not ok. now it looks as though they want to know about all of that stuff. [you can't have it both ways people - make a frickin' decision!]

i worked in a human resources department once and the director of hr made some hiring decisions based on lunch time conversation with a friend who had experience with the person in question - can you say unethical? jeez - it's like these people have no idea the impact their privileged actions and decisions have on those who are beholden to them for jobs and resources.

to those who would say 'oh it's always been like that,' or 'what can you do?' i say get off your apathetic ass and do something. the reason it has always been this way is because people (myself included) are too self-involved and afraid of losing their status, comfort, toys, or perspective to take a stand and say 'this is wrong.' not the searching the internet part, yeah that's an annoying and wasteful use of resources, but the way we judge and the way our system is set up to penalize those who step outside the box or choose not to follow the masses. yes, i agree there are people out there who are totally uncivilized and yucky - my neighbors scare and irritate the hell out of me with their toothless, drinking, smoker's coughing ways - but should they be denied the opportunity to have a decent life all because the rich, white men have decided that's the way it has always been. it is those sorts of attitudes that keep classist systems flourishing in this world.

better yet, we stand on those rotting laurels and stare off into the smog of far away lands and say 'you are wrong, our way is better.'

glass houses and those without sins and all that...

China

  • Jul. 24th, 2008 at 12:55 AM
Neah Kah Nie north

I usually avoid the news like the plague because I believe mass media are pretty close to useless and are no longer able to remain objective or agents of positive change in the world. That being said, I saw a report this week on China and how Beijing is preparing for the olympics. One way they are doing this is to restrict vehicles based on license plate digits – odd plates alternate with even plates on the days they can drive. In essence, this cuts the number of cars on the road by approximately half. Not a cure, but still pretty freakin’ creative. It got me thinking. What if we all did something like that? What if I carpooled with my brother and on even dates we took my car and on odd dates we took his car? If everyone made this sort of effort, we could reduce fuel consumption and emissions, as well as traffic and driving stress. I for one plan to drive on only even days and bike on odd days once I am in a position to do so (I currently have a practicum 20 miles away and I am terribly out of shape). My brother already rides his bike to the same place and so I know it can be done – I also need a bike (hmmm…see saving money goal).

So my commitment beginning September 1st – ride or walk on odd numbered days and drive on even days if I want. Chances are that I will probably eliminate driving altogether once I gat a practicum that is closer to town and home.

Other things I am doing: composting food scraps for healthier soil, carrying water to the garden instead of using a sprinkler to save water, avoiding overpackaged foods and containers, using cloth bags for shopping and reusing any plastic bags we may have stored up, buying local products and services including choosing local produce and choosing not to buy foreign produce, and avoiding corporations like Walmart and Target (these corporations force local businesses out and then do not reinvest their profits in the community, thus starving the local communities and denying them the economic stimulus they need to thrive).

For the first time

  • Jul. 21st, 2008 at 1:43 AM
Flying

All of my life I have struggled with running. Now I am finally ready to take on this goal. I plan to do a 15 week program that is adapted from the Runner’s World website. I have a great local gym and my husband and friends are all runners, so I feel a lot of support. Weeks one and two are simply about getting up and getting to the gym to walk and get into the habit.

Jammin

  • Jul. 20th, 2008 at 6:08 PM
Fremont
With so much going on this summer, I feel as though I am not really getting a break. To fix that, I decided to show myself just how hard I am working and just how much I am accomplishing even on the days that whiz by. First, I made a delicious batch of blueberry/raspberry jam that passed my gran's standards (even if she did say I needed more sugar). Next, I joined 43 things, a website designed to help you track and share goals from minute to life-changing. This is great because I can see for myself the little things I am doing and I am feeling less lazy.

The real trouble is the black hole we call the basement. If I could just rent a dumpster and have a week off, I might get it all done. Until then, I must settle for 10-20 minutes a day, which is difficult given that I have a draft of my lit review due in 11 days (one of my goals on 43 things is to stop procrastinating).

I joined the local gym too, so that I could get in shape this summer. The day after my first workout, I was so sore I could barely go down the stairs. After a weekend of stretching and resting I went back only to injure myself int he first 5 minutes. I was seriously discouraged. Tomorrow it is back on the horse (treadmill) and on with the goal (I want to start running).

*sigh* busy busy busy

The jewel in the mud

  • Jun. 30th, 2008 at 7:21 PM
Marvin
This past weekend gave me an opportunity to reflect on mortality and the death of loved ones. It seems the last few years have been filled with loss for me. Templeton, my first client, my great uncle, my great aunt, McGillicutty, a family friend. It goes on. Reflecting on the last week at my practicum has also made me more aware of life and death. The word Hospice makes me squirm. New friends experiencing illness and imminent loss, family aging, ailing, and thinking about my own aging and death.

It makes me tired. It makes me sad. It brings a feeling of dread.

And it makes me grateful. It makes me happy to think that I still have the time right now. To love and laugh and enjoy the light that each person brings into this world. It makes me think faith is possible and important for those who need it. It's not every moment that I remember this, but it happens enough to reassure me that the loss is worth it.

That feeling of joy that I have the time I do, makes one almost giddy. I feel greedy. I want as much time as possible with each person in my life. I'm like a glutton. I want it all. I want to gather everyone around me and just keep them close so I can both protect them and glean as much as possible so that when they are gone I will have those memories. It also makes me want to push everyone away and keep them from touching me so that when they are gone, I will not feel the loss. I will not notice that something has changed, is missing.

All my life I tried to assert that I was different, that I saw death differently. Maybe I did, but now I am just as human as everyone else. I fear not the death, but the survival without.

So I wade around in the mud, feeling completely consumed and overwhelmed. The feelings of fear and dread are everywhere at times, even under my fingernails. Then at times I find the jewel. The thought or moment that allows me to just be and rejoice in life and the now.
There you go
Today was one of those days where I started out with the best of intentions. I got up on time, made my lunch (miraculous) and managed to make it to my summer 'thing' on time. Everything was hunky-dory. Until, that is, I tried to get something done. Earlier this week I had to have a TB test, as do most people. Since I am working in a place where people are ill, I need to have a double test. I thought 'oh great, I'll call and have my last test faxed over so I don't have to get stuck again.' Ha ha ha. So after I was finished for the day, I called the health center where I have my records and the girl is all 'ohhh, sure we can do that if we have a release.' Of course I know about releases and I have signed them and had them signed before. What I didn't know is that it has to be a request from one facility to another i.e., I have to have signed one for the specific facility at which I am located. Since I am not Kreskin, I did not have a release signed and ready to go for this place. So I said 'Ok, I will be able to get down there next Thursday, but before I even come down can you confirm that the TB test is in my file there?' 'Ohhhh, I can't do that, the nurse has to do that, but there aren't any here (helloooooo - it's freakin 4pm!!! How do you run a health center until 6pm without any nurses??? Jaysus!) Needless to say I am still pissed off about this.

This is my approximate daily schedule (every day)
6am get up and do getting up things
8am leave for 'work'
9am-5pm 'work'
5-6pm dinner with special person
6-11 research and writing and school work

At which point do I have time to drive all the way down town to the most torn up part of town, find parking (yeah right) and go in and remove these people's heads from their asses.

I am seriously frustrated with this place. It is more of a hassle to get care from them, than to just let everything go until I either die, or it works itself out. I seriously have to make an appointment every time I need my full-time, for the rest of my life medication refilled and they only give me 30 days at a time.

This whole situation makes me feel like a caged animal. Every time I need to get something done with my health, this place is there, in the way, making it all the harder to move on with my life.

Fun words. Or - fords. Or...

  • Jun. 25th, 2008 at 7:51 PM
Chipmunk
I have always had a bit of a penchant for combining words. Things like 'spanglish' or 'brinner' if you catch my drift. So when I happened to make one on the spot (purely by accident) tonight, I thought 'hey! that would make a great blog topic!' Actually I thought 'wow, that apple I just ate wasn't very ripe,' but hey - what's the difference.

The point is...I was thinking of starting a page where I track all of the combined words I (and others) come up with. Sort of silly for some, but endlessly entertaining for others.

1. Frasalization (Fronting/Nasalization)
2. Sardon (Sorry/Pardon)
3. Highde (High Tide)
4. Fridge (Fremont Bridge)
5. Sunder (Sunday Driver)

Or switching the first letters of words
1. Bellow Yellied Sap Sucker
2. Bastermation
3. Shog Dit
4. Beather Fed
5. Mail Man (I know, I was amazed too!)
6. Shatin Seets
7. Shilliam Watner

Post your favorites...

The first day

  • Jun. 23rd, 2008 at 9:43 PM
There you go
So I walked in at 9am sharp and was greeted by my friendly supervisor who said to follow her to breakfast. Mind you, I was completely thinking that this week would be pure observation and I would not be expected to do anything. Ten minutes later I was up to my wrists in what I thought was cream of wheat (oh no) and was actually pureed bread (don't worry, we have syrup for that - French toast anyone?). Next I was to do a cognitive screen on one of my new friends and all he wanted to do was grab and flee with my watch and wedding ring. Of course this was all after I had overcome the urge to sob given the desperate situation my new friends now found themselves in.

No problem, I can jump right in. In fact, I was thrilled to do so and learn better this way. I felt empowered, smart, and encouraged with my new supervisor kindly showing me the ropes of my newest adventure.

Oh yeah, and lucky me - today was the day that the dietitian had set up a trial of a new puree product. Mmm-mmmm. Let me tell you what it is like to eat roast beef that has been made, pureed, then re-molded back into what it would look like if it had never been altered. I finally had to stop tasting because it was so unpalatable. Luckily, the owners were there tasting too and concurred - the stuff was not great. I think the best part of that was the meat, but I give the company points for the little waffle mold that makes your waffles look real again. The best part - even the dog wouldn't eat the crap and left the room after our first attempt to feed it. Seriously people, if the dog won't eat it...

Overall I have to say today was great. I am optimistic for the first time in months. I feel like I actually know something and that my knowledge is valued.

Then here comes the dark clouds of doubt. Am I really that smart? Does my supervisor really think I am doing it right? Is she going to wait until midterm evaluations and rip my heart out and eat it in front of me?

Back and forth between optimism and doubt all day long. It wears a girl out.

Needless to say, I am happy to go back tomorrow and wade through nectar thin liquids and purees (and I thought weight loss would be hard).