an ars poetica

I usually don't do this but.....I love Mexico, Mexicans, writing, and Poems by Mexicans about writing Mexican poems.
Por eso, enjoy :)


Certeza (1961)
Si es real la luz blanca
de esta lampara, real
la mano que escribe, ?Son reales
los ojos que miran lo escrito?

De una palabra a la otra
lo que digo se desvanece.
Yo se que estoy vivo
entre dos parentesis
---Octavio Paz

Understanding in a car crash

I would like to explore personal truth as it is related to authenticity of interpersonal relationships. Actually, there's really no need for exploration here I will just make a statement. If you are not truthful to yourself, it will reflect in all of your relationships. And then no matter how awesome the authentic self is, you're living a lie, you will get caught up in the glitter of the school play of life asking mad people on dates to the prom not realizing the whole point of the prom is to just dance. Negating the awesomeness. Moral of the story- breathe through your heart, tell them why you're mad, detach from the drama, get out there and break it down to your favorite 80's dance groove (Flock of seagulls?!?! )
And, that, my friends, is what I realized when that girl crashed into my car on 4/20/09, going to Jeffrey's house.

You just got served.

everyone is rock em sock em robots

Sliding into moms house trying to be all stealth but I don't know how anymore. I'm a clumsy mess a few margaritas deep. The cat is blowing up my spot, jumping around me following the flashlight on my iphone---my life is in shambles, is there an app for that? How about my feet hurt from dancing and my brain hurts from building the hoover dam (see above) to stop the flood of firing synapses designed to ruminate despite knowledge of the priority of the present. Leaks are springing...its tsunami or desert...what happened to the cascade of moments in synchronicity dancing over rocks being bathed in sunshine....happy fishes swimming around and shit. Basically beleiving biochemistry has it all figured out and conceding to the theory that our brains are little control centers for robotic limbs and we have control over our lives...erroneous on a multiplanar system of factorials that we cannot begin to describe in semantic expression of our own deductive reasonings with each other...only with ourselves. When the robotic mind is quiet. So shut up and listen.

Panda-monium

An old man

( 80 some years)

with an actual Panda

embroidered on his fleece vest

just stared me down in the library.

He looks sad and tired.

I want to be nice to him.

That's the nurse in me.

Mirror, Mirror.

That's all.

The Zen of Life Support

For some unseen universal design it became a requirement of my desk-nurse job to partake in Advanced Cardiac Life Support training. This was one of the classes that I purposely avoided while I was working the the ED. I had no real desire to bring people back from the dead using pharmacology, "shocking" with a defibrillator, and/or rib crushing chest compressions. In the past, I doubted the philosophy of it all, to be honest. However, on December 26, EMS of Preston city and the staff at the Backus Hospital ED saved my father's life. Gave him a second chance at life and a family. A little too ironic....Alanis Morissette style. I never realized how my work in the past must have affected others in the same way until this moment. Not saying I want to hop in the ER bandwagon again just yet...just something to ponder.

Juicing my way to health.

Jack LaLanne. Man, legend, juicing icon. Chuck Norris status. I snagged this diamond in the rough in the local Port Chester Costco, and am enjoying my first fresh juice creation as I blog. Clearly, I am more energized than ever and renewing my zest for life. My recipe and review:
(all organic)
5 stalks celery
1 carrot
1 beet
1 inch ginger root
1 1/2 lemons
handful of cilantro
1/4 large cucumber

The juicer is shiny and new. Easy to put together, pain in the ass to take apart. Doesn't take well to the cilantro or big pieces. Almost zero foam. Relatively quiet (a whisper compared to my smoothie blender). Pulp is dry (This is a good thing in the juicing world I think). The juice itself is too lemony, but ninjas need alkaline blood so its cool. Cleaning the thing is pretty annoying. It did come with a handy brush, which prevented the blade from becoming a sponge-ruiner. My roomate says she feels sad for my blender. Like an orphaned child or a toy story doll, it was pushed under the sink to make counterspace for my newest, hottest, fitness liquid maker. juicer out.