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Happy Canada Day!

July 1st, 2006 (10:17 am)

Campbellford, Ontario--home of the Toonie

Happy Canada day to all my amazing and wonderful Canadian friends!

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slow news day

June 28th, 2006 (04:48 pm)

Here's what I accomplished today:

1. I called my cousin in Oregon and said "hi".

2. I scheduled for 2 more "emergency room" orientation shifts at the other hospital. One of them is for tomorrow.

3. I scheduled myself for an ICU shift this week. They were surprised, because everyone thought I wasn't ever coming back.

4. I bought a bunch of fine-art paper to make prints.

5. I matted a print for my friend Franklin. It's an ordination present. We were supposed to have lunch today, but he had to do a funeral.

(aside--I had 4 different lunch or dinner dates [no, not that kind of date] for this week and all but the one for this evening canceled. Odds are, I'll be eating alone tonight.)

6. I called my teaching boss and told her I couldn't teach in the fall unless they could figure out a way to get me some paid health benefits. My COBRA runs out at the end of the year and it's either that or take a real job. She sounded motivated to find a way to do it. Good.

7. I opened the mail and paid bills. I have gotten into the habit of just piling up my mail and opening it once or twice a month. Unless it's something from you! Or them.

8. I took an early-morning walk. I thought about things along the way. I found myself in a pretty good frame of mind, all things considered.

9. I updated my calendar for the summer. I'm a lot busier than I thought, and I haven't even scheduled most of my work shifts yet. I should take this opportunity to mention that I am grateful to have such a full, diverse and interesting life. What an unexpected gift.

10. I updated myasma. I haven't taken my picture yet for lowflyingsquab. I guess I ought to go do that. Maybe I'll wait to see if my dinner plans hold up and take a picture of that.

Not bad for a Wednesday, eh?

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paint it black

June 26th, 2006 (04:12 pm)
listening to: alejandro escovedo--the boxing mirror

paint it black, you devils!

I had to hang out all day waiting for a truck to come and pick up some of the stuff I'm getting rid of, so I messed around with my camera and came up with this. I like it.

I had them take away all my living room furniture. I never liked looking at it, and it was not even comfortable enough to sit on with my eyes closed. It's always been such a non-room.

Now I'm going to move my comforable family room furniture in there (including the browncouch, and turn the family room into a creative room, because it has really nice natural light.

This was the first step in de-volumizing and simplifying my life. My goal is to give away three-quarters of my stuff by the time the summer is over. I'm guessing it is going become more difficult the further along I get.

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Voice Post

June 25th, 2006 (08:43 am)

719K 3:34
(no transcription available)


Wishes to fly
Dreams of world peace
Wants to be rich
Who wonders when the Earth will end
Who fears death
Who is afraid of failing
Who likes good grades
Who believes in GOD
Who loves rice
Who loves baseball
Who loves science
Who loves football
Who plans to get married
Who plans to live a long life
Who plans to be a vet
Whose final destination is heaven

--Devin Brown

karina's egg

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egg chronicles

June 22nd, 2006 (09:51 am)
listening to: rolling stones--prodigal son


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a rose for a friday morning

June 16th, 2006 (08:10 am)
listening to: npr


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June 11th, 2006 (08:29 pm)

A long time ago, someone on my friends list suggested I look at blakeh's journal. He was going through something similar with his girlfriend kamigirl25 to what I was going through with Arlina's illness, only he was able to write about it in a way I couldn't. I friended both of them and have followed their journey.

kamigirl25 passed away early this morning.

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at 3:30 this afternoon

June 6th, 2006 (11:21 pm)


I'm sitting on the Santa Monica pier, thumbing through a book on Sudan, and listening to a street musician playing guitar. I have been here for a while, after seeing a photography exhibit at a local museum. It was an exhibit on the genocide that occurred in Rwanda in 1992, and the genocide that is currently occurring in the Darfur region of Sudan. I went there to see a photography exhibit on the LA river, but, by chance, found this instead. The photographs were taken by a woman named Michal Ronnen Safdie.


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Voice Post:

June 4th, 2006 (09:13 am)

244K 1:12

Better a jungle in the head
than rootless concrete.
Better to stand bewildered
by the fireflies' crooked street;

winter lamps do not show
where the sidewalk is lost,
nor can these tongues of snow
speak for the Holy Ghost;

the self-increasing silence
of words dropped from a roof
points along iron railings,
direction, if not proof.

But best is this night surf
with slow scriptures of sand,
that sends, not quite a seraph,
but a late cormorant,

whose fading cry propels
through phosphorescent shoal
what, in my childhood gospels,
used to be called the Soul.

--Derek Walcott”

Transcribed by: myasma

these phosphorescent shoals

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Voice Post:

May 28th, 2006 (07:12 am)

380K 1:53
“The Sacrifice

Søren Kierkegaard says to suffer
more precisely. Let the bitter soul be
loved by God.

Does he know what he's asking?
When a man has lived even a few years,
the heart's a grave, a poor burial plot. Look—

there they lie buried in forgetfulness:
promises, intentions, resolutions,
not to mention the shadows of crimes and lies.

Still, Kierkegaard insists on surrender:
empty the self in tranquil abandon.

He uses words like unchangeableness
or fear and trembling. He quotes Scripture—
purity of heart is to will one thing.

Be love's sacrifice.
Sacrifice, Kierkegaard would insist.

Kierkegaard sounds like God, who asks,
"Have you now anything to complain of?
Though embittered by childhood and youth,
do you not now have my infinite love?"”

Transcribed by: myasma