Immigration and Sleep

It's a new week, and with it comes the hope that life will be better. I'm not watching as carefully as I should, but I know that Trump is fucking everything thing up.

Some of my best friends are immigrants, and I don't think I can live in an America that doesn't accept diversity. Differing cultures makes America great because people who are not homogeneous inherently have more ideas being passed around.

Anyways, it's Monday, and I'll be lucky to get sleep this week. My rock climbing buddy Grayson, manages to work with 2 hours of sleep a night. I can't do that, I need my fucking sleep.

Despite all of this, I'm going to find time for the Newshour, PBS, etc (protests?) There are people who I care about, who are being fucked up.



http://www.npr.org/2017/01/29/512311973/5-questions-about-the-law-and-trumps-immigration-order

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Quelqu'un M'a Dit

Trump

How Awful

Sleep

I keep making obtusely dumb mistakes. I want to hate myself.
I should look with more empathy,

It looks like lack of sleep.

... I'm currently sleeping about 6 hours and 30 minutes. The average person needs 7-8 hours of sleep. Some people need 4 hours.  Sam thinks I do better with 9 hours of sleep.

I don't know what to do about this. I get home around 8 pm and I leave to bike at  6:30 am.

I wake up at between 4 and 5 am. I could wake up later, but it's risky. It takes awhile before my brain and heart warm up.

Naps?

Something Nice

On Saturday, I went to the women's march, and I couldn't believe how many people were in it.

Today, I find myself reflecting on it....

It's funny, I've been surrounded by men for so long, it's hard to remember that women make up half the population. Why do I only see men day-to-day? Literally, what do women do at my age?

Recently, I've been learning Spanish from the website Duolingo because I've been realizing my best friends don't speak English, they speak Spanish.

 Izel, from Dirt Corps, bought me lunch at Mc Donalds, and even though I hate Mcdonalds, I was so charmed by this, that I'm doing my best to learn some more Spanish, so I can understand her a little better. I really want to do something nice for her.

Sleepy Mutterings

Last night, Mat told me I was muttering in my sleep. Apparently, I had been muttering about delicious wood chip soup. We suspect I was dreaming about being a beaver.

Wishing

Oh mornings, how I wish you'd never end.

I'm not

Good Morning.
It's a beautiful 5:45am.

I'm not sleepy.
I'm not in a robe, lazily drinking coffee.
I'm not pondering my day.
I'm not preparing for class.
I'm not jealous that my fiancee is going to the Opera tonight with another, prettier woman.
I'm not annoyed that she is young, beautiful, and charming.
I'm not distressed that she is well-liked by my so-called friends.
I'm not threatened that she occasionally stays overnight.
I'm not upset that she sleeps in my bed, next to my fiancee.

I am so Excited that my fiance is interested in taking up new opportunities.
Clearly, I have always been faithful, and that faithfulness is being rewarded.

Surely, polyamory is not riddled with complication, and luckily, I have all the friends in the world to rant at.

I just Love my latest facebook picture, and I feel very secure about my appearance, intellect and group of friends.

I'm absolutely ok with my fiance taking another lover because I'm awesome like that.
I have one, and fair is fair. Right?

Urg, I want to move. I'm tired of this shit.

In all fairness, Sam is not dating another woman. He just has a crush. Why do I have to know this? I shouldn't. 

He should just tell me when he is going to start a new relationship. I've been avoiding this woman because I do not have anything to offer her. She is not my problem, she's Sam's problem, and I don't really want to hear about her anymore. 

Suspended Fish

French

I long to be king 

by Xiaogang Zhao, MD, PhD

I am ground glass opacity (GGO) in the lung,

A vague figure shrouded in mystery and strangeness,

Like looking at the moon through clouds,

Like seeing beautiful flowers in the fog.

I long to be king,

With my fellows swimming in every vessel.

My people crawl in your organs and body,

Holding the rights for life or death, I tremble with excitement.

When young you called me “atypical adenomatous hyperplasia”,

Then when I had matured, you declared me “adenocarcinoma in situ”,

When fully developed, your fearful denomination: “invasive adenocarcinoma”.

You forgot my strenuous journey to become the king.

From tiny to strong,

From humble to arrogant.

None cared when I was young,

But all fear me we when full grown.

I’ve been nourished on the delicious mist and haze,

That sweetly warmed my heart,

Always loving when you were heavy drunk and smoking,

Creating me a cozy home.

When I was less than eight millimeters, I was so fragile,

Waiting for a chance to grow up.

Now, more than eight millimeters, I am more mature,

And considered worthy of notice.

My continuous growth gives me a chance to be king,

As I break through layers of obstacles,

Spanning the mountains and waters.

My fellows march to every corner and occupy every region.

My quest to become king was full of obstacles,

I was cut until almost dead in childhood,

Burned once I’d matured,

And poisoned when older.

Happiness after sorrow, rainbow after rain.

I faced surgery, radiotherapy, and chemotherapy,

But continued to chase my dream,

Some would have given up, but I will be the king.

I long to be king, with fellows and subordinates,

I long to be king, to have people’s fear and respect

I long to be king, to dominate my domain,

I long to be king, to direct your fate.

from http://journal.publications.chestnet.org/article.aspx?articleID=2565057

Why Shepard Fairey's inauguration protest posters won't have Trump on them

Why Shepard Fairey's inauguration protest posters won't have Trump on them: 'We thought it was the right time to make a campaign that’s about diversity and inclusion, about people seeing the common bonds we have, and our connections as human beings,' says the graphic artist of his project “We the People” for President-elect Donald Trump’s inauguration.

Trials, Tribulations and Trilobites

The militarized language program stood before me. "Bonjour"...The computer does not understand. I yell louder into the mic "Bonjour!" ...The computer does not understand.

I desire old French films. The ones the existed before the war.

..............

Yesterday in class, we learned sll about plywood and practiced making a Mortise and Tenon Joint. Today instead of going to the UW for a Language experiment, I am going Dirt Corps after class.

..............

I'm a little worried about my arithmetic ability. I'm thinking that I might convert fractions to decimals, manipulate decimals and convert back. It seems like more work, but I think it might turn out to be faster. I need to practice both ways.

I'm tired of failing IQ tests.

..............

A young woman named Sarah is sleeping in Sam's bed. It's not sexual. I don't love it. I don't hate it. It's annoying and keeps me on edge. If she wasn't welcome, I'd tell her so. More importantly I'd tell Sam. So far, she is still welcome.

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Biking is wonderful. Biking sucks.

Trials, Tribulations and Trilobites

The Best Potatoes and Gravy

The cold is no joke.

Last night, I was biking home from the University of Washington, when I took a wrong turn and got lost. I ended up dwelling in the cold, without proper gear, longer than I had originally planned.

On my bike home, I started obsessing over gravy. My feet, hands, and face were frigid with cold, and as I pumped my bike towards my salvation, my mind started dwelling on the tantalizingly liquid heat of gravy.

Being a forged synthesis of fat, warmth and creme. I imagined gravy being poured slowly on pillow of buttery mashed potatoes. The steam arising out of the sanctimonious union of excessive fat and raw heat. The gooey gravy lava rippling over a terrain of white fluffy carbohydrate, and I imagined taking a spoon and eating that glorious concoction and feeling the warmth burn down my throat to my soul.

However, I was stuck in the cold. The bitter air pierced my breath.

Then in the distance, I saw a shining light, and it was Randy's Diner from afar. I ran over there and parked my bike. I ordered a dinner plate with mashed potatoes and gravy. When my order arrived, although the quality of ingredients were hazardous, it was the best potatoes and gravy of my life.

Being the Brick

Oh god, school is awesome. Though Fuck the prices. I'm biking to school to save money, and on the first day of class, a $500 price tag drops in front of me,

Well, I should have planned for this. I'm dumb as a brick for not planning for this.
Good tools are not cheap, and in the trades, your tools are your hands.

Today, I'm driving because I need to get to a lab at the University of Washington to participate in a French study.

Yesterday, biking in the ice was an adventure. Today more adventures await.

Biking in the Snow

Fuck, I didn't plan for snow. I have no real way of dealing with it.

Fuck it. I'm going to bike in snow anyways. Wish me luck.