About: I'm a freshly minted PhD type looking for my next big deal project. I need something to keep me off the streets.
This Blog: triggXR2 follows the original triggXR as a new journal would be started when an older journal is full. I started triggXR when I was "dissertating" and found myself unable to type for a while due to "dissertation shoulder." I used the triggXR blog to type a bit here and there to see how I was healing.
This is Julie, the oldest of my rescued parrots. She is about 30 years old and was raised from an egg by my partner's brother when they were adolescents. Julie has lived with Demos, the parents, and has now come to live with us. She fell in love with me the moment we met. No one seems to know the source of the deep and immediate affection/attachment the African Greys sometimes exhibit. As you can see, Julie has climbed up on my computer to help me with blogging.
Here is an initial photograph of Norman. The photograph doesn't do him justice. I'll get a better picture of him up later this week. Watch a video about Mary Larson the artist here. She's painted what I see when I work with my patients.
Paris, February 17, 1903 from Letters to a Young Poet
...avoid at first those forms that are too facile and commonplace...describe your sorrows and desires, passing thoughts and the belief in some kind of beauty--describe all these with loving, quite, humble sincerity, and use to express yourself, the things in your environment, the images from your dreams, and the objects of your memory. If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place. And even if you were in some prison the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses--would you not still then have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure house of memories? Try to raise the submerged sensations of that simple; your personality will grow more firm, your solitude will widen and will become a dusky dwelling past which the noise of others goes by far away.
I've been trying to get a Mary Larson painting for several years. She's always sold out! Today I was showing another artist friend/coworker her paintings and noticed that she had several up for sale, so I called immediately and asked to buy one of them. I got a call back within 1-2 hours from Mary Larson herself saying that the painting "Norman" was available. The price: 250 $5.00 Starbuck's cards. And worth every drop of all that coffee.
Mary Larson is a nurse employed at Seattle's Pioneer Health Clinic which treats many homeless people. Ms. Larson started painting portraits and selling them for donations of items needed for the homeless patients who come to the clinic.
I'm especially moved by these paintings because Larson is a nurse working at a clinic serving the homeless and many of my patients at the hospital are also patients at her clinic. I also love the eye for beauty she brings to each painting. Finally, she sells them for donations for concerns serving homeless patients. I was so excited that I was told I could get a painting that I wanted to leave work immediately and go get my starbuck's cards and figure out where I was going to hang the painting!
I made it to work today but no thanks to my little bug which couldn't make it through the slurpy slush. Eugene next door helped me get the stuck little car to the side of the road. Then his friend Marvin gave me a ride to work. Marvin is a teacher's aide working with special needs kids in public schools. I couldn't get home after my work was done. None of the cabs were answering the phone, for real. I called my friend Mason to see if he could help me. He dropped everything and gave me a ride.
I've been very lucky.
Eyes are very itchy. I made a patient cry when she saw the bruises. I told her it was ok, I just had surgery. She cried and said it still made her sad.
I'm still snowed in here. I also had minor eye surgery yesterday to correct my overly droopy eyes. I was told not to strain my face. I've never heard of face straining but it doesn't sound good. Or does it? Does a smile or frown strain the face?
I've spent most of the day resting, setting up the new blog and icing my face which Eleni tells me looks like I was beaten. I was not! We couldn't get a cab to the surgery center due to the snow, so I called my new friend Mason to give us a ride.
I've been looking for poems again. I was looking for a youtube of Gwendolyn Brooks and found a 12 year old poet named Autumn Ashante' who knocked my socks off. I couldn't find a video that was of good enough quality so I'm sharing a reading by Elizabeth Alexander instead. Her claim to fame is that she has been selected to read a poem for the inauguration.
I've used a minibox 3 column template from James William at 2600.
I've created a header image using wordle and the draft/chapbook of poems I submitted to Centrum. My blogging seems to be weighted toward poetry. I'm not sure if the header is attractive or annoying! But it's a good symbol for how I remember my poem thoughts coming to me--words followed by rhythms, glued together with the emotion of whatever story was pressing at the time.
I've added a label cloud from phydeaux3. Changed center align to justify for now.
I've added a creative commons license, feeds for articles on Sherman Alexie and Walter Mosley, and a widget to let me share stuff from my google reader. I left behind my "fish tank" on the original triggXR but am looking for another pet.
This is a test post for a new blogger template I've been testing. I have been considering closing the cover on triggXR as I would a journal. When I used the paper journals they lasted about 3 months. I don't see any reason to start new blogs every 3 months but perhaps when I start new life episodes, such as in light of my recent graduation from doctoral studies.
I was devout about my journaling for many years until the dramatic and traumatic death of 3 close friends. I couldn't write without unbearable sadness so I put the journals away. In the meantime I went to graduate school where the internet and computer use exploded into my life. When I began to want to write in my journal again I was out of the habit of carrying the journal everywhere and had moved into my computer. I haven't been able to quite duplicate the free form journaling on my computer yet. The hardest thing to replace is the doodling that I did between ideas or while cogitating.
Anyway, I think I can work within this template with a few tweaks. It feels like a nice fresh pallette or new journal full of clean empty pages.