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So, today is the day that I finally go back to Rachel's house and pick up the last of my shit.
What? It's only been a year and three quarters since I left...
Honestly, I think that I have been dreading it because I have a real aversion to talking to her about having a baby. It isn't because I am ashamed, or that I feel like I owed her a better explanation, or anything like that; it is merely weird and uncomfortable, and I have built a whole lifestyle out of avoiding weird and uncomfortable situations.
That said, I am totally amped to pick up my bowflex, my digital video camera, my books, my DVD's, and my stereo. I am not as psyched to pick up the enormous mountain of crap that neither of us wants, but my procrastination in this matter leaves me with no choice but to accept and haul out. I am sure that any crappy old furniture, gloves without mates, and boxes of musty paper are going to be coming home with me today. I just hope it takes less than three hours, because the moving van people close early on Sundays.
Yesterday was the last day of the Acupuncture portion of the program, and save a couple of make-up clinic shifts, I am done with my M.S. in acupuncture, and can procede to getting my license to practice. It would have been more sad to finish if I wasn't going to be on campus eight hours a week next tri. Nonetheless, it is weird to actually finish something. I never finish things. I didn't finish my B.A. Maybe this can usher in a new chapter in my life. Probably not, but maybe.
Anyway, right now I am reading a few good things:
"Drawing From the Right Side of Your Brain," which utilizes drawing exercises to induce a kind of meditative state. As gay as this sounds, it is actually amazing to do, and you almost instantaneously can produce reproductions of drawings that are jaw-droppingly good. By the end of it, you learn to "see" in right brain mode, which enables you to process visual information in a much different way. This is good for me, because I am one of the most verbal people I know, talking myself through the most menial tasks.
I am also working out of the book "250 Essential Chinese Characters" which teaches you exactly what it says it is going to teach you. Making Chinese characters is another right brain mode of operating, at least for me, and it turns words into pictures, which are whole units of thought. I like doing it, and it will give me a jump when I start taking the Chinese class at Cornell so I can finally finish that elusive undergrad degree.
"A Qin Bowei Anthology" is a collection of essays from one of the modern master physicians in China, and he was clearly a brilliant guy. This is another reason that I want to learn Chinese... everything I have learned so far has been translations of basic texts, and translations of the classics. All advanced clinical books are either by English speakers, or they are by Chinese who learned English. There are literally thousands of journal articles, essays, and books from the last 100 years that really bring Chinese medicine into the modern world, and right now, I can't read a whole hell of a lot of them.
"The Dead Zone" by you-know-who. At this point, I am a little ashamed to admit that if I am going to read fiction, it is most likely going to be graphic, or Stephen King.
"V for Vendetta:" After reading Watchmen, and From Hell, I have decided that Allen Moore is an unbelievable genius, and that his graphic novels are better than almost any other medium. V for Vendetta is definitely more comic book style, but still completely fuckin' fantastic.
We have seen a handful of movies that are worth checking out:
"Blood Diamond" had lots of child soldiers killing each other, and was good. "The Departed" was easily the best movie of the year. "Children of Men" was really interesting, mostly because of the shots you see through windows of moving cars, which is an unusual way to show stuff, but highly effective. "My Super Ex Girlfriend" was supposed to be a chick flick, but I think that I was stoned enough that it actually was very funny.
Alright, this is enough.
What? It's only been a year and three quarters since I left...
Honestly, I think that I have been dreading it because I have a real aversion to talking to her about having a baby. It isn't because I am ashamed, or that I feel like I owed her a better explanation, or anything like that; it is merely weird and uncomfortable, and I have built a whole lifestyle out of avoiding weird and uncomfortable situations.
That said, I am totally amped to pick up my bowflex, my digital video camera, my books, my DVD's, and my stereo. I am not as psyched to pick up the enormous mountain of crap that neither of us wants, but my procrastination in this matter leaves me with no choice but to accept and haul out. I am sure that any crappy old furniture, gloves without mates, and boxes of musty paper are going to be coming home with me today. I just hope it takes less than three hours, because the moving van people close early on Sundays.
Yesterday was the last day of the Acupuncture portion of the program, and save a couple of make-up clinic shifts, I am done with my M.S. in acupuncture, and can procede to getting my license to practice. It would have been more sad to finish if I wasn't going to be on campus eight hours a week next tri. Nonetheless, it is weird to actually finish something. I never finish things. I didn't finish my B.A. Maybe this can usher in a new chapter in my life. Probably not, but maybe.
Anyway, right now I am reading a few good things:
"Drawing From the Right Side of Your Brain," which utilizes drawing exercises to induce a kind of meditative state. As gay as this sounds, it is actually amazing to do, and you almost instantaneously can produce reproductions of drawings that are jaw-droppingly good. By the end of it, you learn to "see" in right brain mode, which enables you to process visual information in a much different way. This is good for me, because I am one of the most verbal people I know, talking myself through the most menial tasks.
I am also working out of the book "250 Essential Chinese Characters" which teaches you exactly what it says it is going to teach you. Making Chinese characters is another right brain mode of operating, at least for me, and it turns words into pictures, which are whole units of thought. I like doing it, and it will give me a jump when I start taking the Chinese class at Cornell so I can finally finish that elusive undergrad degree.
"A Qin Bowei Anthology" is a collection of essays from one of the modern master physicians in China, and he was clearly a brilliant guy. This is another reason that I want to learn Chinese... everything I have learned so far has been translations of basic texts, and translations of the classics. All advanced clinical books are either by English speakers, or they are by Chinese who learned English. There are literally thousands of journal articles, essays, and books from the last 100 years that really bring Chinese medicine into the modern world, and right now, I can't read a whole hell of a lot of them.
"The Dead Zone" by you-know-who. At this point, I am a little ashamed to admit that if I am going to read fiction, it is most likely going to be graphic, or Stephen King.
"V for Vendetta:" After reading Watchmen, and From Hell, I have decided that Allen Moore is an unbelievable genius, and that his graphic novels are better than almost any other medium. V for Vendetta is definitely more comic book style, but still completely fuckin' fantastic.
We have seen a handful of movies that are worth checking out:
"Blood Diamond" had lots of child soldiers killing each other, and was good. "The Departed" was easily the best movie of the year. "Children of Men" was really interesting, mostly because of the shots you see through windows of moving cars, which is an unusual way to show stuff, but highly effective. "My Super Ex Girlfriend" was supposed to be a chick flick, but I think that I was stoned enough that it actually was very funny.
Alright, this is enough.
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