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John |
Must focus |
Monday, January 05, 2009 (15:27:13) |
| GAH. Ok. Time to tune everything out and get to work. Sometimes I feel so ADD. |
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Zeao |
Back to school |
Monday, January 05, 2009 (12:05:02) |
Winter air,
a reminder so cruel,
that life is not fair,
'cause we got to go back to school.
Hope you all enjoyed your winter break, I know I did. Now it's time for us to go back to school... Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm happy that I've just got 4 months left till summer break!
I'll try to get back to writing something new now that I've got thinking time on the bus. But for now, I bet be off, gotta catch my bus in half an hour!
~Z |
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realrhoda |
this and that |
Sunday, January 04, 2009 (18:52:43) |
Four days in a row, and now only 17 more to go to instill the habit of 1 mile a day minimum walking, etc. I can do the mile in 20 minutes, leaving 10 minutes to start
my hand weights routine….ok…enough..don’t mean to bore.
This morning I read the obituary of a member of The Copper Penny Players, a singing group with which I perform. It was rather extensive, and after showing it to my husband, we both concluded that we could not do justice for one another in such fashion.
We have only been married for 11 years, and each of us had taken a very different journey prior to our meeting 12 years ago. The parts of his life that he considers significant milestones, may not be the ones I could justly summarize in a column, and vice-versa. So I thought we should each write something, and have it handy for that fateful day (hopefully not too soon).
It is one of those things one means to get around to, but actually doing it is another thing.
So, there it rests on my mind….the thing is, there is yet so much more to be added; more
potential milestones, accomplishments, etc…..so, if my day comes sooner than later, I hope family members will just piece something together, if they see fit, that is. |
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alana |
kick out the old year |
Sunday, January 04, 2009 (09:56:37) |
yes, kick the old out , welcome the new
this is so very true
until this new is perfectly old too
keep kicking, you, you |
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fogglethorpe |
Breathing |
Saturday, January 03, 2009 (00:17:12) |
Hal was on his back, aware of the sticky gel between his bare skin and the EKG sensors. The room’s white, orderly perfection and cold sterility made it small and almost sinister. He imagined, for a moment, how he would react if some communist with a Slavic accent bent over his form with horrible sharp objects, ready to extract some bit of information by any means necessary.
"Sorry for the delay. It’ll be just another minute or so," said a pleasant lady in a smock.
"Oh, it’s no problem," Hal replied.
He closed his eyes, and the circumstances that led him to the exam table replayed in his mind.
It started as an urge to yawn, to take in just a little more air.
Then there was the car ride on a Friday after work. He would stop to pick up his son, and then get takeout for dinner. Gradually, the car seemed to be growing smaller, and trying to swallow him up. His lungs emptied slowly, and his efforts to refill them were insufficient.
He sang as a form of rebellion, but the rebellion was put down. He thought he might pass out as his three-ton capsule hurtled one mile per minute through space.
He successfully retrieved his boy, and was standing with him at the takeout counter when it happened again. His ability to act natural while the world seemed to be unraveling was downright scary. But maybe just dispensing with the task at hand would delay, weaken, or even deny the unnamed panic.
There were other times....struggling for breath, feeling too weak, tired, and deflated to take six steps to the kitchen for water. There were other EKGs, X-rays, and E.R. doctors sending him home with valium but no diagnosis.
And there were the between times when he felt energetic, almost invincible. He never missed a day of work all the while.
Were the symptoms causing the anxiety? Was the anxiety causing the symptoms? Both? Neither? Perhaps he was just becoming a hypochondriac.
Suddenly in his mind he was running like a deer with boundless energy. It was not a run of fear or retreat from some predator; it was a run of victory and defiance and will. It was a run that celebrated life. He vowed to do it for real when this was over.
The machine beeped, and the pleasant lady entered something into a computer. She unhooked him.
"Dr. Lansing will see you in a moment," she said, and left the room.
"Ok. Thanks."
The Doctor reviewed the EKG and X-ray results and entered the room. He performed the exam and offered the standard assurances that all was well. It wasn’t convincing.
"I don’t know where you stand on religious faith. But, faith and prayer can be helpful for your outlook and attitude, and subsequently your overall health," Dr. Lansing suddenly offered.
Hal wondered what it was about his countenance that convinced this doctor he would even get away with such an utterance to a patient, much less find it received and appreciated.
"And don’t forget to exercise. It releases endorphins in your body. They are a sort of happy hormone that helps your mood and makes you feel exhilarated."
He began driving home, telling himself, "If I will be out of breath, it will be on My terms!"
He pulled up to his house, shut off the engine, and listened to the silence for a moment. He spoke to some unknown entity:
"You will not have me."
Then he exited the car and darted east down the sidewalk. He ran hard for several hundred feet, past the mailboxes and the miniature palm tree that looked like a pineapple. He made a right turn and looped around to the park behind his house. He stopped, realizing that the block was much longer without a car.
Hal's forty-something frame was half bent. His hands were on each knee, and he was panting.
"I will beat you."
He plunged forward again with endorphin-charged fury, up and out of the sloping green to conquer the rest of the block.
He arrived triumphantly at his front door, his heart throbbing. Blood surged through his arteries.
He was alive, and he was breathing. |
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realrhoda |
So Far So Good |
Friday, January 02, 2009 (19:34:55) |
Want to walk at least one mile a day this year, and hey! 2 days and going strong (tongue placed in cheek here).
They say it only takes 21 days to instill a habit, so I am going for it.
Generally I manage 3 miles per week plus Pilates…but that isn’t enough I am told.
What I’d really like to do is dance, rather than walk…dancing is fun for me.
Perhaps I’ll just play music at home and boogie for 30 minutes, checking myself in the
double glass door occasionally.
I did buy one of those rebounders, like a trampoline. Had it set up, but all it seemed good
for was my kitties. They enjoyed some nice naps on it. It now is folded up and tucked away as to not openly shame me.
Over the years I have done belly dancing, squash (really liked that), jazzersize, and about 6 different “gyms”. I enjoyed the belly dancing too.
When one of the gyms was about 2 minutes from my office, it was easy to commit.
Then they relocated and I did not follow…too far.
For me, exercise has to be convenient. We do have a treadmill at home and that helps.
I also now belong to another gym about 5 minutes away. I can get over there about twice a week...hey every little bit helps.
So tomorrow I will do another mile, hey who knows, maybe even two…. |
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Zeao |
bleh |
Friday, January 02, 2009 (08:56:31) |
Sorry for the lack of poetry recently. After finals I tried to write something new, but I found myself in a poetic rut. Everything I started never came out right, or my inspiration would flutter away.
My creativity unleashed itself elsewhere, but in poetry it can not be found.
When I can, I will, but till then you have this message.
~Z |
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mywordsarelife |
Happy New Years What? |
Friday, January 02, 2009 (05:53:00) |
Wishing happy new years is soooo overrated. let's be real. half of the "resolutions" that are made aren't even kept through the day. so why continuously make it if it isn't going to be kept? If i had to make one if would be to stop doubting how i feel and ignoring it......life is what you make...it's your reality....life sucks. i know it doesn't and truthfully i'm probably just pmsing  so give me a couple of days and i'll probablly be back or actually give me a couple of hours of sleeping and i feel better. i wish that i could just wake up and forget everything. '09 sucks and it's started the same way '08 ended....ugh. |
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evanrosen13 |
Learning Life in Strange Places |
Friday, January 02, 2009 (01:18:05) |
| So I look the other way, simple takes me to orbit
A walk on the sidewalk, craving shade, I’ve lost it
Craters become my favorite place, wounded comets
Bleak winds create statements of confused vomit
Approach a slick wet bench, time to think
Gaps in the shadow of a hawk, the sun winked
Street signs start to shake, as crumbs tumble
“take my hand love child” I tried to fly, yet stumbled
“Please show me the way, Rainbow smile.”
Ears covered by a plastic dome, thoughts of a mile.
Stars what have you drawn me? Will I be allowed,
To exert my skeleton into the suns clouds
Mother bird, you dropped me trying to teach me to fly
Outside a human, but I stalk the dreamer inside
Unlike a normal spider, my web zig zags to light
Escaping the gutter washing away my life
Under a bridge, chiseled rock comforts me to sit
A cliff, vibration of cars, my zone echoes lift
A sweaty orange symbolizes peace in my wounded land
Love has finally danced across my scarred hand
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realrhoda |
A New Year, a New Beginning |
Thursday, January 01, 2009 (21:58:42) |
Happy New Year everyone!
May this coming year bring you peace of mind and physical well being.
May barriers to your self-actualization be dealt with and eliminated, or at least
overcome.
May you laugh often and whole-heartedly.
May you bring laugher and smiles to others.
May you forgive yourself and others.
May you re-connect with a loved one or old friend.
May you walk in the sunshine of self-care.
Count your blessings. |
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sweetsmilingangel |
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! |
Thursday, January 01, 2009 (06:13:58) |
NEW YEAR'S DAWN
The horizon is clear
and the meadow beauties scents
are so cool and calming...
I recollected the pages
of the previous year
And I had beautiful memories
to keep and to cherish
While I had some poignant
ones and hurting realities.
But a promising dawn's glow
can fade away
the ugly memories...
Unleashing, refreshing my heart
with new hope...
new trust...
new faith.
As the tranquil morning breaks
I welcome the new day
with gladness, letting
my love spring
with kindness for a new beginning
Overflowing blessings of
joy and sweet serenity I pray
Because nirvana is not achieved by
power and wealth
But by tranquillity within myself. |
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missingwonderland |
Lost |
Thursday, January 01, 2009 (04:51:15) |
I've been feeling a bit lost lately..clueless to be exact.
I think it has something to do with me being a total control freak.
Since I was a kid, i've always planned what i want and i would carefully map out through charts and various strategies how to get there.
I do miss the days when i had more control on my life.
I guess as we grow-up, the things we want get harder and harder to get.
Instead of just being an honor student, we want a successful fulfilling profession. Instead of a boyfriend, we want to find the one. And as I grow up I find myself less in control.
So many what ifs...
So I am asking myself this first day of Jan 2009.. Am I completely lost or am I where exactly am supposed to be? |
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John |
2008 Recap |
Wednesday, December 31, 2008 (18:39:00) |
2008 is best summed up with:
IN January of 2008 my son TJ started having seizures. The first one was awful as we didn't know what was wrong. He had a seizure with my wife in the basement, she carried him up to me and he wasn't breathing, lips turning blue, shaking with his whole body going rigid. After going home from the hospital, he had another seizure the next morning and then two more that day. He's fine now. They think it was a virus that passed the blood brain barrier. It happens to little kids and it happened to three other kids that week. Now, TJ is happy healthy and a wonderfully inquisitive 3 year old.
In February of 2008 my daughter Julia was born. It was an easier birth for my wife than my son's birth was. She was born perfectly healthy. Her birth is the top 3 events of my life. Marriage to Anne, birth of TJ, birth of Julia... At 10 months she is the perfect baby. She has been sleeping through the night since 6 weeks old. She is easy to read and she's demonstrated 3 different sign language gestures so far. (Doggy, Milk, Kitty). We teach our kids ASL because it makes raising them so much easier before they can talk.
In March I voted for Obama in the RI primaries. The local news interviewed me about who I was voting for while I held my son. TJ told the reporter that he was going to vote for Elmo but quickly changed his mind and said he was going to vote for Daddy. Obama lost RI in a landslide to Hillary. I still see Hillary bumper stickers on cars around the city. I gave my notice at Textron after being there 10 years. Julia was running a high fever and had to be admitted to the hospital for a few days for observation. All turned out well.
In April I started my new job as a software engineer in Boston. I still work there and really enjoy it.
In May, Utah Phillips died. I worked at the new job commuting to Boston by train.
In June I found four four leaf clovers. I Kayaked with TJ in my lap on the lake. Held baby Julia a lot. Went to the butterfly exhibit at the zoo near our house. Had my credit card information stolen. The thieves sent steak to my house. I went to a Red Sox game.
In July I feel asleep on the train going home from work and missed my stop. People started stealing the Obama signs I put in my yard. I refused to relent and kept buying and displaying new ones. I went to a Red Sox game.
In August we convinced TJ that the ice cream truck bell, was the going to take a nap bell. It worked. He turned three years old this month. I started to tell him stories in the dark while we rocked in the rocking chair in his room. He would alternatively ask for Jack and the Bean Stalk, Three Little Pigs, Goldie Locks and the Three Bears, 'Nursery Rhymes', or just Lullaby's. Sometimes I'd tell him Good Night Moon from memory as well.
In September I got really hooked on the election. Had our 4 year wedding anniversary.
In October I continued my election obsession. GotPoetry Live started back up on Thayer in Providence, RI. I went to a hookah bar. We moved TJ to a real bed and out of his crib. Actually his crib converted to a full size bed.
In November Obama won the presidency. Had my first real time off in a while over Thanksgiving.
In December I turned 37. I worked a lot and enjoyed Christmas. Wrote this recap. |
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