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| QUOTE (mjonson @ Nov 5 2008, 11:13 PM)  What was Carter that no one else sedin's have played with was ? BLACK .. im not racist, just logical, we need a colored guy, my theory, the sedin's can see them distinctly from the other players ... he stood out .. l
I completely agree.
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| Blinded by the lightOver the last few weeks, I have noticed so many hints that I'm doing
something wrong. So I'll just say it right away - I am a very insensitive
person. What a revelation. I thought that I knew people, that I was
somehow socially advantaged to be able to read people and to be able to
joke around using prior knowledge of the person (the better I know you,
the funnier I can be). But no, people do not need to be funny. People
need to be caring. And I'm not going to revert to the use of empathy in
Pharmacy, where a conversation must not be considered an end in itself,
but as a means to ensure optimal endpoints from drug therapy (gotta
love "communication" textbook quotes).
Perhaps it started with reading about empathy and realizing that I am
going to fail every single scenario I tested myself with. With
recognizing my own tone of voice in some of the un-empathetic example
responses. With completely missing my empathy cue during Pharmacy lab.
With meeting Amanda on the ski trip and realizing how sensitivity opens
up doors and leads to understanding. With lectures from a certain
Pharmacy prof (who shall remain nameless) which were wonderfully
entertaining - but which, at the end of the day, you wonder if he/she
would have better engaged their audience if he/she was more encouraging
rather than hawk-like. Which drew comparisons with my tutoring style of
old. With finally realizing that all the odd looks people give me are
not because of stuff that I do, but because of stuff that I say. And
most importantly, with realizing how badly I treat people closest to
me, as according to my current mood or whim.
Perhaps I should stop being so sarcastic. Perhaps I should stop
continuously teasing Bing and instead listen to what he has to say. How
much more meaningful will that be? Perhaps I should stop attacking
people making a fool of themselves and appreciate the effort behind it.
Perhaps I should stop making hasty decisions and realize that things
are not always what they seem.
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| sleep.
a crack of paled light
slipping between the curtains
falls on the dresser
gurgles of pipewater
proceeding dutifully to the
washroom
i stare at the ceiling
my bumps, my lovely lady bumps
and estimate how many there are
the baleful monotone of
the vindictive alarm
at the goddamn wrong time
sheep are too stinky
so macaroni, loose change, badminton birdies
counting by fives, of course
reviews how to do a prescription callback
where the tensor fasciae latte is
what glutamate looks like
i rehearse opening lines from
a dating website i Googled
on my stuffed white seal
an analysis of my watch
it loses one second every
two hours
flips through all
720 permutations of my
framed hockey posters
the tired loneliness settles
neighbour girl's light flicks off
i exhale on my ghostly reflection
shock
and i realize
i have just wasted the entire day
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Stepping into the cold, cold dark
Waves of thought, what to do
Rebuilding the thick walls I need
To keep the bite away from frost
Warm enclaves independent of else
Stepping out of the dark, dark cold
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| Wernicke's aphasia
Saying is overrated. Intonation, expression, and charisma befuddle
logic and twist minds to weak opinions more correctly termed "moods."
Writing, on the other hand, is underrated. Subtlety, irony, and
metaphors, if you forgive my unparallel structure, and my spelling then
again, can convince subconciously but are grounded within the
substance-containing text. Writing can be dissected for fact or
absorbed for perspective. Somehow, the phrase "Einstein wrote" packs a
certain authoritative punch that "Einstein says" lacks.
And how
do we write? Five hundred hands move over their respective pads and
write "simple columnar epithelium" in apathetic imitation of a shadow
on the wall. We hunch over hunks of twisted metal and plastic to tap
out "lol"s and "=)"s. In essence, we no longer write. We "communicate."
Useless
writing reflects a wasted voice. We no longer care enough to elect a
legitimately representative government. It is enough to deride
decisions verbally, callously, and apathetically watch activists and
political groups duke it out, verbally, callously, for economic and
popular power.
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