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A place for my thoughts...: Garage sale !

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A place for my thoughts. My thoughts / Mes pensées . With the relocation of my parents to a. Nursing home), and only this little. I'm skeptical that my blog has such a huge audience (ooooh, sweet dreams! You might even want to travel to Montréal just to see me! Though if you help me clean my parents' former apartment, I'd appreciate! How's about free food at a good restaurant? I might even wear my kilt just for you! So here's the stuff, all once big ticket items that I *must* get rid:. I tried the nursin...

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loose associations: intimations of mortality---a draft

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Critical care nurse, fanatic reader of sci- fi, science,psychology and neuroscience, philosophy, poetry and ethics. I rescue critturs, garden in the southwest, watch birds, work in a pediatric critical care unit. and think, perhaps far too much. Thursday, November 04, 2010. Intimations of mortality- -a draft. I remember sitting at Priscilla’s bedside after a month of seeming coma, her once well-upholstered limbs draped in swathes of thin skin, batiked in bruises. She was quite literally turning...Suddenl...

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loose associations: November 2010

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Critical care nurse, fanatic reader of sci- fi, science,psychology and neuroscience, philosophy, poetry and ethics. I rescue critturs, garden in the southwest, watch birds, work in a pediatric critical care unit. and think, perhaps far too much. Thursday, November 04, 2010. Intimations of mortality- -a draft. I remember sitting at Priscilla’s bedside after a month of seeming coma, her once well-upholstered limbs draped in swathes of thin skin, batiked in bruises. She was quite literally turning...Suddenl...

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loose associations: November 2007

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Critical care nurse, fanatic reader of sci- fi, science,psychology and neuroscience, philosophy, poetry and ethics. I rescue critturs, garden in the southwest, watch birds, work in a pediatric critical care unit. and think, perhaps far too much. Friday, November 16, 2007. Here at road’s end. Hunched behind the stonewall crumbling. Nothing but rags and bits. Not much to eat. Sunset, moonrise, stars falling. Gather up those shards,. Dead white, memory of love songs. I remember your eyes, pleading. A place ...

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loose associations: Moonlight Madness

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Critical care nurse, fanatic reader of sci- fi, science,psychology and neuroscience, philosophy, poetry and ethics. I rescue critturs, garden in the southwest, watch birds, work in a pediatric critical care unit. and think, perhaps far too much. Friday, November 16, 2007. Here at road’s end. Hunched behind the stonewall crumbling. Nothing but rags and bits. Not much to eat. Sunset, moonrise, stars falling. Gather up those shards,. Dead white, memory of love songs. I remember your eyes, pleading. Very nic...

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loose associations: November 2013

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Critical care nurse, fanatic reader of sci- fi, science,psychology and neuroscience, philosophy, poetry and ethics. I rescue critturs, garden in the southwest, watch birds, work in a pediatric critical care unit. and think, perhaps far too much. Wednesday, November 20, 2013. Nursing.the intellectual dissonance? I've watched, and loved television.from St Elsewhere to Private Practice that has depicted deeply moving human experiences, but has almost universally focussed on doctors as the prime movers, ...

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A place for my thoughts...: Human rights... over there.

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A place for my thoughts. My thoughts / Mes pensées . Human rights. over there. A comment, said I'm sure with all good intents, that got me into this chain of thoughts. You know, you don't have to visit your parents so often". Of course, I don't have to, but I do hope that you aren't telling me something. else? It's more like "assisted living". Apparently, the facility got praise for its excellence, overall. Nearly all were super cool people. To have seen them in action during all of those years, it t...

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A place for my thoughts...: 2009/09 - 2009/10

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A place for my thoughts. My thoughts / Mes pensées . Nice try, but. Months ago, I blogged about those special locks that rat on TSA people ( Mr. Obama, the devil is in (telling) the details. There's a green/red dot. It turns red when the lock gets opened by the TSA people. Nifty, isn't it? And I learn during the years of paranoia fueled by the Bush administration that my luggages were *systematically* opened by the TSA. and yet there were no notes, no sticker no nothing to warn me of what happened. Telli...

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A place for my thoughts...: Mr Obama, the devil is in (telling) the details...

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A place for my thoughts. My thoughts / Mes pensées . Mr Obama, the devil is in (telling) the details. This is one of my pet peeves when traveling to the US, by plane. Two ordinary "TSA approved" locks (the now familiar red diamond logo). Since 9/11, everytime one has to fly to the US, he is required to leave luggages unlocked, or put these "TSA approved" locks. Supposedly for additional screening, should something odd appears on their scanning devices. And entering your house without a court mandate or w...

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A place for my thoughts...: End of a cycle, thoughts and all that jazz...

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A place for my thoughts. My thoughts / Mes pensées . End of a cycle, thoughts and all that jazz. Those of you familiar with Toronto landscape will recognize the CN Tower. A reminder that I'm just at a rock throw's away from the urban world. By that time last year, I went for the first time to the Islands. Been to Toronto many times, and I knew the islands, but I never thought that so close to the urban core there would be such a jewel. A cruel society that expects from you to perform zillions of administ...