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Memories: 3 to 7 October 2021
7 October 2013 I have had a wonderful weekend. I danced to Electric Samurai at Irish Murphies all Saturday night. I met a guy I have noticed there for a few weeks. He introduced himself to me and we danced in front of the band.
What could go wrong?
Growing up, I was given the nickname of ‘Flash’. I used to, and continue to, make decisions without ever thinking of the consequences those decisions will have. Recently I made the decision to move across Canada. What brought on that decision? A bad mental headspace. The feeling of being stuck in both my professional life and my personal life. Needing a change. I had no idea what I wanted my next steps to be, but I knew I needed a change, and a big one at that. So instead of doing what any rational person would do, and change their job, or their city, or take some time for a change of scenery. I made the choice to move across the country. Away from everything I knew, all my family. Without a job, or a place to live. I spent very little time looking into the cost of living somewhere. I just made the decision. Convincing a friend of mine, and a friend of his, to come with me. So here we were, going big, and NOT going home. We loaded our vehicles with as much as we could fit, towed my Mazda with his 1991 Chevy Rally van. In our load of things, this man loads a Transmission into the back of his van. Weird, right? But Mr. Mechanic wanted to make sure he was prepared if anything came up. Next came the over abundance of tools, I have never even seen. With everything loaded and ready to go, away we went. Passing through towns I have never even heard of.
Reflecting on Deflecting and Pointing a Finger at the Victim
“We are still waiting for the results of the investigation,” is the biggest line of bull I’ve ever been served to avoid giving me back my own money.
Can technology cause the gap between generations?
According to a survey from PayScale, the average age of employees is almost 35 in many of the most successful companies in the technology industry. While the relationship between age and technology use is unpredictable, the growing inequality in the industry is not surprising. Technology can bridge the gap between generations by influencing how adults learn to use new technologies.
Long story short, I didn't get the Masters because: Even though my advisor approved of it, my defense committee attending my Final (thesis defense preparation) seminar recommended two minor changes to my write-up and two others in the room that questioned me on the thesis topic, "Neural Networks for Real Time Control," all agreed I was ready to go ahead and submit for publication after revision; My Final seminar occurred on Wednesday, August 29, 2001. I guess they figured I could complete the changes in less than two days and submit for publication before my eligibility for submission to graduate would end; However, my advisor was kind enough to arrange a two week extension which would take me into middle of September 2001; I made the mistake of not completing before original deadline and accepted the chance to "stick it out" for an additional two weeks, though I did complete the revisions late evening September 10, 2001; and, As we all know, the "world abruptly fell apart" on 9-11-2001.
Essential: Working Through a Global Pandemic
In the spring of 2020, I got to be a part of history. Oh joy. In the spring of 2020, I finally had the chance to be one of those poor bastards you read about.
Memories: 29 September 2021 and 1 October 2013
29 September 2019 L’Shanah Tovah Tikateivu U’Metucha! May this new year bless us with Love, Shalom, Joy, Abundance, good loyal true friends/family/partnerships, better health and a global Evolution in consciousness that eliminates all those toxic wastrels from leadership and raises up those who will heal our planet, our human societies for the sake of all Lifeforms, our interconnectness with All That Is in all dimensions/paradigms etc. Please Creator. Keep us Safe and Sacred. Unsullied by abusers and their sycophants.
Adulting Can Get Hectic
It’s 2021, and a lot of us are still dealing with the ramifications of COVID. However, a lot of the things people dealt with during the pandemic for the first time have been the story of my life since birth. From losing jobs, being confined to your home when you didn’t do anything, surviving on a tight budget because you didn’t know when you’d get paid next, illness and most of all, death and grief; I’d like to be a jerk and say welcome you’ve had a taste of my world but, I have a little more compassion than that. In fact, I can sympathize, empathize and I can show compassion; I’m a rare one, I tend to see both sides and relate, side effects of being a female raised by 2 ½ men. If you guys are anything like me life has a tendency to get hectic and you get caught up in the fast lane because ADULTING CAN GET HECTIC. Trying to be Superman or Wonder Woman and handle everything while at the same time not being a bother to those you love and balancing self-care. It gets to a point where keeping in touch with people who aren’t under your roof gets placed on the back burner. So much so you forget to take time to slow down and appreciate the little things and those close to you until that is they wind up dying. Like sheesh even with the hard childhood I had I’d still choose to go back to being a kid hahaha. Anyways, it’s when death comes that you start to reminisce on the good times. You’re forced to pause and focus briefly, that is, if the person had even a small impact or difference in your life at one point. You remember that person was your backbone, the glue, the one that checked up on you, gave you good advice when you had no one, or simply listened so you could vent and get your frustrations off, or whatever the case may be life at the moment you hear the news stands still. Life and love can often be taken for granted because we get so busy and wrapped up until death comes and wakes us back up. There have been four deaths that jolted me and had me reevaluate life for better or worse. Till this day I still miss key people that have passed. My birth mother, the warden aka my dad, my sister Lauren and my teddy bear Jay. I always used to wonder what was worse missing someone you never knew but their memory had detrimental effects or people that you shared good times, memories and laughter with. I finally have the answer from experience and the answer is people I have memories with.
Road to Myself
Everyone has their defining moments to coming of age. While most would suggest falling in love for the first time, or even that first kiss, for me it would have to be standing up to my mother and taking the reins and the direction of my own life.
While many circumstances life can unfold before us, among the worst is turning jobless－unintentionally. A year ago, in the early autumn of 2020, I was relieved of work due to a misunderstanding between a former coworker and my ex-boss, a young Caucasian Californian lass who seemed to take me for a womanizer.
The Eleven Days that Changed Everything
(Content warning: mentions of self-harm and suicidal ideation) Psych Admission Assessment, 08/03/2021 at 11:12a.m. Reason for admission: Major depressive disorder, recurrent episode, severe with anxious distress; generalized anxiety disorder with panic attacks Assessment of Strengths & Obstacles to Treatment Strengths: Motivated and has good insight Obstacles to Treatment: Severity of symptoms Formulation Julia is a 24 y.o. female admitted voluntarily to PHP for depression and anxiety. Predisposing factors include previous episodes. Precipitating factors include work stress. Perpetuating factors include poor coping. She has protective factors of support from her social network. Her functional assessment including instrumental activity of daily living is poor. Her prognostic outcome is good. OVERALL LETHALITY RISK TO SELF: High OVERALL LETHALITY RISK TO OTHERS: Low Plan Level of care: Julia requires partial hospitalization for safety, stabilization, and medication management due to severity of symptoms impairing her functioning and passive suicidal ideation making her risk to self. Anticipated length of stay: 5-7 days
Congress Street Luxury
My first apartment was a dirty two bedroom on the top floor of a business that didn't sell anything but stale chips and late night meetings. My mail was stolen regularly and I took smoke breaks by a house people entered and exited through a busted window. The entire building smelled of stale blunts and filth. I loved it.