Archive for July, 2004

the pain that you feel only can heal by living

Wednesday, July 21st, 2004

Analogies and anecdotes function as mini-narratives set against a shared meta-narrative. Combined with metaphor, they allow us to quickly link ideas to a familiar, grounded and shared place. …why yes, I am in school this quarter, why do you ask?

No, there’s actually a thought and point to this, which is:
Going to the dentist is an almost universal experience for all of us reading this. Almost everyone has, at one time, had a shot of novicane and felt the prick and pain, and then a few minutes later, the numbness. It’s been my experience that the numbness is typically there a minute or three before you notice it; it creeps up on you. You’re aware it’s going to happen, but when your gum does go numb and you realize it, there’s still a small jolt of surprise.

I’ve realized recently that I’ve been numb, and I’ve had that small jolt of surprise in the realization. There have certainly been enough moments of pain in the last while that it’s not a surprise, and I think part of me was expecting it, but to realize that I have been is still something of a shock. I think what’s more surprising is realizing that I’m coming out of the numbness as I realize the numbness itself.

I’m feeling again, feeling alive and creative and energetic. I want to write and make music and sing, see friends and laugh and hug and have contact. I’m dreaming of the future, of degrees, homes, places to go, people I’ll meet and that I want to meet. Of what I want in a mate, should that opportunity ever arise.

I guess this means I’m moving on. It still hurts, and I still feel raw. I’m angry about a lot of things, things that were said to me about me, about other people, things that were done and not done. But I see a life ahead of me that will be good, because I will make it good.

A few of you are going to laugh and nod and think it’s all because of one thing – one person. Maybe, but I think I’m only noticing that person because I’m unfurling myself. I’m talking to people about how I feel when I feel it; when I’m hurt, angry, sad, or giddy and silly and flirty and electric. I’m seeing that people do mean it when they say they’re there. I’m seeing people genuinely light up and smile when they see me out and about, feeling comfortable to just drop in on friends – if all these things hadn’t been slowly building up and happening over the last while, I don’t think I would have even noticed the potential in front of me.

The pain that you feel only can heal by living.

Is there a point, beyond vague references and commenting about feeling better? Of course; I seem to have needed to hit this particular point before I was able, ready to say “send me the paperwork and I’ll sign it.” But I did, and I will, and I will continue to heal by living.

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“Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

Wednesday, July 21st, 2004

The perfect ending to what was a wonderful continuation of a near-perfect comic to film adaptation. My only complaint is that I missed any hype about Michael Chabon writing the script; had I know that, I probably would have seen it sooner (and thus had more opportunity to see it again).

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Megan Slankard

Saturday, July 17th, 2004

Megan Slankard was on TLC’s show “What Not to Wear” tonight, and since Lunar decided I needed a shot of adrenaline right before falling asleep and knocked over my altar offerings, I sat down to watch. The show itself didn’t hold that much interest, but Megan herself did. Her voice and music remind me of a cross between Tori Amos and Natalie Imbruglia, with a little something else thrown in for good measure.

Check her out, she’s definitely worth a listen.

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but all I remember are the dreams in the mist

Saturday, July 17th, 2004

The cursor bobbed across the screen, jerking from menu to menu. “You can make this work?” he said, half question and half order.

She pursed her lips, trying not to laugh, and leaned around the corner of the desk. “I hate these mice,” she said conversationally, placing her right hand over the large optical mouse. “Mac’s don’t need this many buttons, and the wheel is just irritating.”

“I only take what they give me.”

“Yeah, I know. …still hate them, though.” she grinned this time. She moved the mouse quickly across the screen, clicking the file name and popping the extensions menu open.

“How do you move the mouse so smoothly?” he asked. It was then she noticed his hand was still on the outside of the mouse; she had been preoccupied both by trying to fix the program and the closeness of him. It amused her that in her preoccupation she hadn’t noticed his hand; ouija boards came to mind and she smiled again.

“It’s sort of like a mental map, I guess…” she centered the mouse on the screen. “I guess I know just how much to flick my wrist to move it from center to anywhere on the screen,…” her words trailed off as he moved his fingers over hers.

“Like this?” he pulled the mouse quickly to the right. It jerked a little, partly from her resistance.

“Uh, sort of…” she wasn’t sure how to handle this, or herself. Taking a deep breathe, she could smell him, soap and spice. “You need to move more smoothly, though – less from the wrist and more from the arm.” She took control of the mouse and it moved smoothly across the screen. “I generally prefer using my right hand for the mouse, too” she nodded slightly at his left hand, fingers still over hers.

“Well if I use my right hand, I’m always taking my hand off the mouse to type.” he pressed gently down on her fingers, stroking back lightly. He looked at her then, his expression carefully neutral, only his eyes showing a quiet question. Her breathe caught in her throat. His hand was large, almost completely covering hers, and soft, without callouses. She raised her thumb, hesitating and then pressing it against the edge of his hand. His eyes softened into a smile, and she shyly looked down at the keyboard. “I, I think that should fix the problem…” she almost whispered. She started to stand back and pull her hand off the mouse; they faced the office door, but it was open and if anyone walked by…

His fingers laced through hers and squeezed, stopping her movement. “There are some other… Things, maybe you can sit down and help me with?” Her eyes went wide at the innuendo as he turned red. “I, that is, I-” he stuttered, gesturing at the computer with his free hand.

Frozen there, they paused for a moment, poised over a line both knew shouldn’t be crossed. An unspoken question hung between them, and she gazed at his face in search of an answer. She smiled again, a slow flush spreading across her face as moved around the desk to sit next to him. Resting her foot next to his and squeezing his hand, she said “Yes, yes I think I can.”

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UW Stops Accepting Transfer Students

Sunday, July 11th, 2004

Faced with overwhelming demand, the University of Washington has stopped accepting applications from community college students and won’t consider them until the spring and possibly summer quarters of 2005. The decision means that hundreds of transfer students who normally would expect to finish their bachelor’s degrees at the UW will have to change or postpone their plans. When the university does start accepting applications, the competition to get in will be intense, officials said yesterday. And, if those students want to stay near Seattle and enter one of the UW’s two branch campuses, they’d better hurry.Officials at UW-Tacoma and at UW-Bothell say those campuses, too, will be turning away students by fall.
- Seattle PI

Ouch. This makes me sad. The Direct Transfer Agreement was the only way it was possible for me to get into UW; I’m a non-traditional, older student; the DTA meant I could transfer here without having to worry about my lack of SAT scores or community service and other “rounding” qualifiers. While my GPA was hardly an issue, the lack of SAT scores themselves would have been a serious blocking issue.

I’m at work right now, and freshman orientation for family and students is going on; we’re swarmed with incoming students. It’s wonderful to see all these fresh and excited faces; they’re so young! But at the same time, I realize that there are hundreds of older students who won’t be making this same tour anymore. And, as the saying goes, there but for the grace of god…

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