Bruce Springsteen says it all...
Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?
If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged dog making its way down the street?
If you've ever seen a one-legged dog then you've seen me
Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you've seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you've seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?
Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and wheat?
If you've ever seen that scarecrow then you've seen me
Have you ever seen a one-armed man punching at nothing but the breeze?
If you've ever seen a one-armed man then you've seen me
Then you've seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you've seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you've seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?
These things that have comforted me, I drive away
This place that is my home I cannot stay
My only faith's in the broken bones and bruises I display
Have you ever seen a one-legged man trying to dance his way free?
If you've ever seen a one-legged man then you've seen me
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Maybe I should be more careful...
I have been jogging almost every day this past week, with my longest run ever at 3 miles on Thursday. I have also been working out a lot and I have seen improvement on my body from it. I have also been dieting, simply by eating less and drinking a lot more water. I have not officially made this decision, but I think I might want to cut out red meat for a while. My worst food day was yesterday, when all I had was two tuna sandwiches for dinner, which was after a run and workout. I felt really hungry after a couple of hours, but I ignored it. Ayway, today my stepdad and I went out to lunch with his mom, daughter, grandson, son-in-law, and the son-in-law's parents, who I met for the first time. We first walked into a coffe shop, and right after we walked in, I had difficulty breathing. It was a little scary for me, as I had never experienced something like that before. Immediately after, I could feel a large abount of blood rush to my head; I thought I was going to pass out.
Fortuanately, I did not pass out. However, I still felt really weird until we ate. I ended up eating a decent amount, but soon after, other problems arose. As I finished, every muscle in my body began to ache like nobody's business. It was as if all the soreness had laid dormant until the appropriate time came about, which happened to be right after lunch. It really doesnt sound that bad from reading about it, but the experience was something that I would not prefer, especially when I want to socialize with such nice people, but can't because my body is literally shiverring from the pain.
It made me realize that I really should take better care of myself; overeating and binging on junk food are not the only ways to damage the body...
Fortuanately, I did not pass out. However, I still felt really weird until we ate. I ended up eating a decent amount, but soon after, other problems arose. As I finished, every muscle in my body began to ache like nobody's business. It was as if all the soreness had laid dormant until the appropriate time came about, which happened to be right after lunch. It really doesnt sound that bad from reading about it, but the experience was something that I would not prefer, especially when I want to socialize with such nice people, but can't because my body is literally shiverring from the pain.
It made me realize that I really should take better care of myself; overeating and binging on junk food are not the only ways to damage the body...
Friday, February 6, 2009
Story
I am going to be short with my introduction to this video because I have already described most of what happened in my blog from Thursday, January 22, 2009 titled School.
A couple of weeks ago, Dr. Erikson gave a lecture about narrative therapy. To illustrate his lesson, he brought in his percussive instrument, and while he played it, he told us the following story:
Monday, February 2, 2009
Before I go to bed...
I want to throw in a small post very quickly. I wore this shirt today:
and nobody understood it. I am very disappointed in the lack of high-quality movie knowledge that my fellow students possess. Please let me know if any of you understand. If you do, I will be forever appreciative.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
School
Things have gotten off to somewhat of a rocky start for me. The classes themselves are going fine, but trouble consistently arises everywhere else. For example, I recieved a letter from Residential life saying I have 30 days to get out of here because I do not hold enough units. This was sort of true, but only because my advising professor had not yet posted our research as a class (its up now). Also, I am trying to get into the Advanced Research Methods class, which I am still not sure if I will get in or not. On top of the class being full, a prerequesite for it is the upper-division statistics, which I have yet to take. I spoke with the professor about this, he said he would still admit me if I had approval from my advising professor. I still need to take care of this...
Another issue is with the International Program; I need to finish my application! I am almost finished, with only the personal statement to complete. Its due by February 1st and if I don't have everything by then, I dont think I can go. So, I will keep my focus on this as well.
On a much lighter note, I had my first offical counseling lecture, and all I can say is....WOW. Dr. Erikson is so amazing; all I know is that I left the class completely spellbound. The beginning was good at best, but then he began speaking about a bag. He displayed a large faded green pack, not unlike what a soldier would carry, and discussed how every patient comes in with a bag (clearly to symbolize life experiences, hopes, fears, etc.). He then offered some of the best information i have heard since I started in this field. The best, however, was immediately after this, when he revealed the contents of his bag (I mean in a literal sense). I cannot remember then name of it, but picture a djembe, only slightly smaller. He picked this up and bagan to play it and speak to us at the same time. He iformed us on how lower pitch sounds are considered male sounds, mid-range is female, and the tiny sounds represent children. Then he told us a story, which is very underestimating to say; it's like calling the Atomic bomb a firecracker. The story was about two people and their journey, with ten different events in the story. I can only remember a couple: one where one of the persons looked into a mirror, and the mirror spoke, and said, "Your eyes are not your eyes because you see them, they are your eyes because they see you." I am working on a meaning to this, and if you have one, don't be afraid to share your thoughts. Another event was right after, where the two had to cross the lake of shame. In order to do so, they needed a boat from a judge, who offers it to them if they answer one question: "Are you a sinker, floater, or a swimmer?" They offer an answer (unknown to the audience) and they get it right. On their way, one turns back to the judge and shouts, "What is greatness?!" (I think it was greatness, if not, then some idea that people strive for but always wonder if they have). The judge shouts back, "Greatness is like a duck!". Oh and yes, this story did sound a lot like it was written by someone on an acid trip; there was more about a shaman coming out of a fire, and a banana inside a bottle, but I cannot remember. ANYWAYS, the point was at the very end, the shaman comes out of the fire and asks two questions:
What are you holding on to that you might need to let go of?
When did this story have impact?
We will discuss this more in class on tuesday, and I cannot wait. This was one of the few times where I was severly disappointed that class time had run out. Today was good; I will not forget it anytime soon...
Another issue is with the International Program; I need to finish my application! I am almost finished, with only the personal statement to complete. Its due by February 1st and if I don't have everything by then, I dont think I can go. So, I will keep my focus on this as well.
On a much lighter note, I had my first offical counseling lecture, and all I can say is....WOW. Dr. Erikson is so amazing; all I know is that I left the class completely spellbound. The beginning was good at best, but then he began speaking about a bag. He displayed a large faded green pack, not unlike what a soldier would carry, and discussed how every patient comes in with a bag (clearly to symbolize life experiences, hopes, fears, etc.). He then offered some of the best information i have heard since I started in this field. The best, however, was immediately after this, when he revealed the contents of his bag (I mean in a literal sense). I cannot remember then name of it, but picture a djembe, only slightly smaller. He picked this up and bagan to play it and speak to us at the same time. He iformed us on how lower pitch sounds are considered male sounds, mid-range is female, and the tiny sounds represent children. Then he told us a story, which is very underestimating to say; it's like calling the Atomic bomb a firecracker. The story was about two people and their journey, with ten different events in the story. I can only remember a couple: one where one of the persons looked into a mirror, and the mirror spoke, and said, "Your eyes are not your eyes because you see them, they are your eyes because they see you." I am working on a meaning to this, and if you have one, don't be afraid to share your thoughts. Another event was right after, where the two had to cross the lake of shame. In order to do so, they needed a boat from a judge, who offers it to them if they answer one question: "Are you a sinker, floater, or a swimmer?" They offer an answer (unknown to the audience) and they get it right. On their way, one turns back to the judge and shouts, "What is greatness?!" (I think it was greatness, if not, then some idea that people strive for but always wonder if they have). The judge shouts back, "Greatness is like a duck!". Oh and yes, this story did sound a lot like it was written by someone on an acid trip; there was more about a shaman coming out of a fire, and a banana inside a bottle, but I cannot remember. ANYWAYS, the point was at the very end, the shaman comes out of the fire and asks two questions:
What are you holding on to that you might need to let go of?
When did this story have impact?
We will discuss this more in class on tuesday, and I cannot wait. This was one of the few times where I was severly disappointed that class time had run out. Today was good; I will not forget it anytime soon...
Friday, January 16, 2009
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