9.19.2012

New York State of Mind




the blue eyed man looked at me a few days ago and these wondrous words left his lips " i have to go to new york city for work. your hanging out in coffee shops and studying for you test. want to hang out in coffee shops in new york?"

so a 6 am flight yesterday morning found me in new jersey, a train ride, and napping on the 7th floor of the algonquin hotel just a block away from time square. the blue eyed one armed me with a train pass set out to see this city. i managed to get my bangs cut in union park, go to an amazing store called dijital fix, eat vegan food in brooklyn, find the rei in soho. pretty much i got to know the train system quite well.

first thought. man everyone in manhattan,  the locals i mean not the tourists, are thin and beautiful. everyone in brooklyn is so hip it hurts yet people are extremely friendly. the train system is much better then the cta. the whole city smells like sausage. i really want to shop in every store i see and that's saying a lot because i sure do hate shopping. i'm really enjoying this city.

i have not been here since i was a small child.  my father reminded me of a giant lolly pop that i once ate here... prob my only memory of the trip. this city is bustling and has a beat. the amount of people is just astonishing and i find myself just gawking often. you would think that i would be use to this amount of people living in chicago, but here it feels like ten fold and everywhere. chicago has it's spots, mainly touristy or hip which are pretty crowded, but here it feels like everywhere is really just like this all the time.

it was also a treat to get to see my friend jake la botz for a late lunch today. well i don't want to get to chatty. this city speaks for itself. i want to go everywhere, i want to do everything, all at once.



























last friday night

 



9.15.2012

Proxy

my life post graduation has turned into a hodgepodge of laughter, chimes, wind, and spontaneity. my spirit is soaring way above my grounded feet. everything is reachable. everything is fresh and fills my lungs with it's crispness and sunshine rays. breath.

spontaneous me, nature














i can still smell the pine sap in my hair and taste the salt on my skin.


9.10.2012

Solder Heart

So Jimmie Rodgers came to stay with Michael a few weeks back. As a parting gift he left an Open Heart v2.0 kit. So here I am... just back from a  whirlwin road trip, resonantly a new grad, under employed, and not really wanting to start studying for my boards quite yet. Michael is out of town, riding a bike in a suite and meeting with attorney types in Philly. So Sunday night finds me at PS1with Eric, soldering iron in hand ready to build my first kit.

Some years ago when I was living in Florance I took a jewelery making class and did a bit of soldering there... but somehow electronics soldering seems different to me. More magical, more potential.

So to prep I watched some videos to learn stuff and things. Jimmie had a link to a pretty excellent one on his site http://blip.tv/make/learn-how-to-solder-skill-building-workshop-130343

Other then that I had Eric on hand to make sure I didn't burn my eyes out.       








      I quickly learned that I was quite bad at cutting the leads flush. However all and all it came together and it was time for the programing. Jimmie wrote a pretty killer simple animation program that allowed me to design how the LED's would flash in a frame by frame. I kinda haphazardly designed a pattern and borrowed an Arduino and off we went.





Then craziness erupted.  I think I need to check my pining and the generated processing code. It might be a bad cable. The arduino I was borrowing had to go night night. Hopefully I will be able to get my hands on another one in the next few days and re test. Lets cross our fingers for blinking lights in the correct sequence coming soon!

5.13.2012

legs

 
         Physical mobility is of great importance in my life. Stagnate is a word my brain will refuse to process. No claims are made here of great or superior athleticism, instead I simple enjoy partaking in a wide array of dynamics which challenge me both physically and mentally. In part, they define any aspect of myself. When asked I identify myself as a cyclist, yogi, snowboarder, scuba diver, rock climber, kayaker, hiker, and occasional runner. My stress relief and joy is to go dancing. Many a night I can be found bare foot with hips and arms swaying and spinning in a circle with a smile on my face. Dancing is therapeutic.
            The feeling of soreness after an invigorating work out is addictive. Literally It is not just the feeling or the extra bonus of how society treats those who are fit and in shape. Exercise helps with emotional balance, coping with stress, general happiness, and helps prolong the effects of aging on the brain. When stress gets to me I deal with it by running it out and then am able to tackle any challenges clear headed as well as head on.
            A few semesters ago, when we were studying neurology we covered spinal cord injuries. Mind you I am not a squeamish person by nature. However in class I would notice myself starting to sweat, feel lightheaded and a knot would burrow itself in the depths of my stomach. When we started discussing amputation it would invoke the same visceral reaction within me. I fear stating out loud or on paper how much I fear this. I fear and am uncomfortable discussing how this would apply to me in a hypothetical sense. My life, my self-identity, my independence would all be drastically different. I suspect that they way I feel in my own skin as well as my brain chemistry would be drastically altered.
            It is impossible for me to truly understand and relate to someone in this position and any rational I have for how I would react is purely intellectually founded. In truth I have no idea how I would react. Logic says that I would go through the stages of grieving, would probably go through a bought of depression, and would finally over time come to acceptance of this situation. Furthermore I would like to think that I am a strong willed enough person that would not let limitations get in the way of me having the most optimal level of quality of life. I am too curious and there is too much to do and see. As the Buddha did, I try to live my life by example and this might be one of those things where I would be a success story people would site. Finances allowing and the current state of technology continuing to progress, I would hope to be a candidate to return to sport even with the loss of a limb. Maybe this condition would even motivate me to become better and stronger. Prove it can be done.
            Once again to reiterate, this is not a situation I can speak to from a truthful place and can only speculate the mental and emotional state I would be in. My boyfriend Michael is a very dynamic person who for some time has been focused on the issues of strength and agility. I believe it allows him to throw off the shackles of limitations both physically and mentally and that was something he needed in his life. Michael bare-foot runs, hangs from ropes, does silk aerials, and one-handed cartwheels. Michael can scale any fence standing in his way and Michael is fiercely independent. I mention all this because two months ago he was hit by an SUV while riding his motorcycle sustaining an open compound fracture of his left tibia and fibula. This left him with titanium rod down the shaft of his tibia, non-weight bearing for two months, and for the first time in his adult life physically limited. I understand that this paper is about amputation and thankfully Michael’s condition is temporary but for the past two months, for all intents and purpose, Michael did not have a leg. The reason I write about this in the context of this paper is that by watching and being part of Michael’s life for the past two months is the closest I have come to understanding what it’s like to not have a limb. Although Michael might make a poor example because he refuses to let limitation stop him and there are very few people in the world that I would think would be hoping around on one leg fire spinning a month post surgery. But that’s Michael.

            There are psychological, financial, and social impacts I noticed. Let’s start with the social. This world is not very well built for people with a mobility restriction. Just a simple task like going to the grocery store, pushing around a cart, picking items off the shelf’s and putting them in said cart is a daunting and tiring task on one leg. How about cooking and doing the dishes? How long can you stand in front of a sink on one leg before that leg fatigues and refuses to hold your body weight any more. One of the more challenging things I noticed for him was the simple transportation of object from one location to another. One cannot carry a glass of water from the kitchen to a table with an assistive device, or, in Michael’s case, by hopping on one foot. The items that are used in daily living need to be modified. Money needs to be invested for modifications to expand less energy and to save time. However these modifications allow the person to regain a sense of independence which intern helps with their emotional stability. There are times when I wanted to do everything for Michael, but I stopped myself and watched him struggle and eventually succeed. Other times he understood he needed to ask for help. I cannot comprehend the psychological impact of an independent adult realizing that he needs to ask a prefect stranger on the street to stop and help. Michaels self image of himself begin to change in his dreams to. He felt limited even in the most freeing of states. It’s funny the things the brain does sometimes.
            These are just the things that need to be done on a daily basis that prove challenging. What about attempting something active? One day the two of us went to the Botanic Garden, which also provides wheel chairs for guests to use. So we acquired a wheel char and let me tell you, that place is so not wheel chair friendly. We had to take frequent rest breaks and by the end of the day were both fatigued. He from self-propelling, me from pushing from behind. However we were determined and admirably succeeded in seeing and doing the things we wanted to do.
            From a social impact it has been beautiful to see the support network that was there to catch Michael when he fell. Be it emotional support, be it his mother taking him to the doctors, be it his best friend taking out the garbage, be it the many friends that have come to spend time with him indoors because he was to weak to come outdoors for a while. Just having people to talk to and process the current reality and the way he went about socializing was different. It has been inspiring to see and, I feel, like his bonds with people are stronger due to this. He is very blessed. I would imagine that losing a limb would be unbearably hard to cope with on a lot of different levels if a social network was not in place.
            The person’s quality of life can be greatly effected by the financial situation they find themselves in when the loss of the limb takes place. I am fortunate that I currently have outstanding health insurance, disability insurance, and family that would be able to help me. I am the type of person that would insist on everything being state of the art for I would feel that it would help me regain my quality of life. Luckily I would likely score a 4 on the Medicare Functional Levels scale and would be a candidate for a higher level prosthetic. I probably could not work as a PTA full time, but I am thinking that I could continue to make work as an artist. This will probably over time affect my ability to financially support myself (unless of course my art really took off) and I would probably need assistance from my family finically. Then again I would be pretty determined to be self-sufficient and find work that I could do in that condition. Work that I would enjoy and be gratified in doing. This all might be slightly idealistic, but in these situations one needs to have the highest of hopes.
            The most important thing I need to keep in mind is something Christopher Reeve wrote about in his book “Still Me.”

“We all have many more abilities and internal resources than we know. My advice is that you don't need to break your neck to find out about them.” ― Christopher Reeve
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What he is getting at is that he was a man that self identified by the physical activates that his body would allow him to do. Only once he lost the ability to do those things did he feel like he really got to know himself. My mobility is a gift and I cherish it every day however I hope I never have to experience a loss on this level to know that I am more then my mobility.