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On Owls; or "O Rly?"
Mar. 27th, 2006 03:56 pmFor those who commented on this icon:
1. I didn't make it. I can barely manage Paint. This is a short vid clip. Way out of my league.
2. The animal jumping up and down is from the Pixar short "Boundin'". It played before "The Incredibles" movie and can be found as an extra on the disk of that movie. A snippet of the short is here for those intrigued. It's one of those things that is probably allegorical but most likely only makes sense if the viewer is hyped up on hallucinogens. The sheep is still cute as hell, though.
1. I didn't make it. I can barely manage Paint. This is a short vid clip. Way out of my league.
2. The animal jumping up and down is from the Pixar short "Boundin'". It played before "The Incredibles" movie and can be found as an extra on the disk of that movie. A snippet of the short is here for those intrigued. It's one of those things that is probably allegorical but most likely only makes sense if the viewer is hyped up on hallucinogens. The sheep is still cute as hell, though.
Was someone handing out glassware?
Mar. 27th, 2006 04:15 pmDuring a bit of downtime in Psych clinical today I found myself alone with the instructor. Feeling a bit uncomfortable I smiled and nodded, but didn't manage to leave the room before she started talking. First she asked me if I was enjoying the Psych rotation, but before I could respond (wholeheartedly in the positive) she went on: "you seem so negative". Moi? Negative?
I'll give that a minute to sink in.
If this was a classmate of mine I'd shrug and leave things be, but this woman had to power to fail me so I inquired how she came to the conclusion that I was negative, specifically about the rotation. Her reply was that my response to a statement she'd made earlier, about the importance of leaving the difficulties of our lives behind when we enter a situation like clinical so that we're "in the now", more or less, was what struck her as being "glass half empty". I wanted to interject that my response - that it's almost impossible to judge the actions of students in an accelerated program who need to pass everything with seventy-sevens in order to avoid getting kicked out of an expensive program and wasting months of their lives - was more a result of me feeling tired, not thinking before opening my mouth (my actual response was a rambly thing that made even less sense than what I typed above, if you can believe), and never wanting to be told the obvious by someone who says they're in charge (stemming from years of a totalitarian upbringing). That I'm somewhat of a pessimist had absolutely nothing to do with it. Goddamned Psych people cannot let a cigar stay as a cigar, always twisting and turning and interpreting. It's annoying. And yes, I do it too, but that makes it no less aggravating.
We met with a gent who was a nurse manager for the Psych ED of the hospital and I got his business card in hopes of networking or whatnot, as he's working on his Psych NP and that seems to be the direction I'll be leaning towards come August. I hope I can figure out this whole "don't burn your bridges" thing sooner or later.
*
I should have been studying last night but instead I was pouring through a book (I promise not to complain about my exam tomorrow), The Vintner's Luck by Elizabeth Knox. The chapters were designated by year and a type of vino, reminding me a little of The Time Traveler's Wife, but the Knox was almost stingy with the dialogue and description of everything but the wine in the story (it was a clever devise - when particular vintages were given I felt myself become anxious for the characters...surely a year designated "bitters" can't be good for those involved, can it?); it's something that might have annoyed but ended up drawing me in. Because I'm a sap I teared up a little when I turned the last page - not because the final events were particularly sad, but because the journey was over - and when I finally turned off the lights and tried to fall asleep (at 1:30 AM, with an alarm set to go off for 4:30AM) there was an emptiness inside, an ache, that could best be described as part satisfaction and part despair. Knox didn't write a sequel and that does make me sad, as I wish to know what she believes happened afterwards (or in-between). I know, I know, sequels are bad news a lot of the time, but I can't help but be curious. Btw this book was pointed out in a journal I randomly followed back from a community I'm in. I find that amusing and powerful? interesting? at the same time. The new word I picked up from The Vintner's Luck? lubricious (marked by wantonness; having a smooth or slippery quality).
Before I picked up Luck from the library (and a few other books, including Howl's Moving Castle and its sequel) I dropped off the graphic novels I'd picked up earlier. The librarian I was handing the books over to seemed psyched to see I'd picked up a Brian Michael Bendis GN on Powers, so as I hadn't read it and he seemed to enjoy it so much I ended up checking it back out again. We chatted for half a minute and he told me he used to collect comics and just started picking them up back again, but now he only bothers with GNs (much cheaper than going by issue if you just want to catch up with storylines). I was stoked for him and suggested he pick up a few copies of James Robinson's Starman, as the library had most of the GNs. If I catch him again I'll have to find some more GNs and lines to suggest for him. He won me over when he said he loved everything Alan Moore had done; I was about to suggest he get Tom Strong and Top 10.
I'll give that a minute to sink in.
If this was a classmate of mine I'd shrug and leave things be, but this woman had to power to fail me so I inquired how she came to the conclusion that I was negative, specifically about the rotation. Her reply was that my response to a statement she'd made earlier, about the importance of leaving the difficulties of our lives behind when we enter a situation like clinical so that we're "in the now", more or less, was what struck her as being "glass half empty". I wanted to interject that my response - that it's almost impossible to judge the actions of students in an accelerated program who need to pass everything with seventy-sevens in order to avoid getting kicked out of an expensive program and wasting months of their lives - was more a result of me feeling tired, not thinking before opening my mouth (my actual response was a rambly thing that made even less sense than what I typed above, if you can believe), and never wanting to be told the obvious by someone who says they're in charge (stemming from years of a totalitarian upbringing). That I'm somewhat of a pessimist had absolutely nothing to do with it. Goddamned Psych people cannot let a cigar stay as a cigar, always twisting and turning and interpreting. It's annoying. And yes, I do it too, but that makes it no less aggravating.
We met with a gent who was a nurse manager for the Psych ED of the hospital and I got his business card in hopes of networking or whatnot, as he's working on his Psych NP and that seems to be the direction I'll be leaning towards come August. I hope I can figure out this whole "don't burn your bridges" thing sooner or later.
*
I should have been studying last night but instead I was pouring through a book (I promise not to complain about my exam tomorrow), The Vintner's Luck by Elizabeth Knox. The chapters were designated by year and a type of vino, reminding me a little of The Time Traveler's Wife, but the Knox was almost stingy with the dialogue and description of everything but the wine in the story (it was a clever devise - when particular vintages were given I felt myself become anxious for the characters...surely a year designated "bitters" can't be good for those involved, can it?); it's something that might have annoyed but ended up drawing me in. Because I'm a sap I teared up a little when I turned the last page - not because the final events were particularly sad, but because the journey was over - and when I finally turned off the lights and tried to fall asleep (at 1:30 AM, with an alarm set to go off for 4:30AM) there was an emptiness inside, an ache, that could best be described as part satisfaction and part despair. Knox didn't write a sequel and that does make me sad, as I wish to know what she believes happened afterwards (or in-between). I know, I know, sequels are bad news a lot of the time, but I can't help but be curious. Btw this book was pointed out in a journal I randomly followed back from a community I'm in. I find that amusing and powerful? interesting? at the same time. The new word I picked up from The Vintner's Luck? lubricious (marked by wantonness; having a smooth or slippery quality).
Before I picked up Luck from the library (and a few other books, including Howl's Moving Castle and its sequel) I dropped off the graphic novels I'd picked up earlier. The librarian I was handing the books over to seemed psyched to see I'd picked up a Brian Michael Bendis GN on Powers, so as I hadn't read it and he seemed to enjoy it so much I ended up checking it back out again. We chatted for half a minute and he told me he used to collect comics and just started picking them up back again, but now he only bothers with GNs (much cheaper than going by issue if you just want to catch up with storylines). I was stoked for him and suggested he pick up a few copies of James Robinson's Starman, as the library had most of the GNs. If I catch him again I'll have to find some more GNs and lines to suggest for him. He won me over when he said he loved everything Alan Moore had done; I was about to suggest he get Tom Strong and Top 10.