The Reasonable Person Principle

Can we all just abide by these simple principles?

*Everyone will be reasonable.

*Everyone expects everyone else to be reasonable.

*No one is special.

*Do not be offended if someone suggests you are not being
reasonable.

[Reasonable people think about their actions, and the needs of others, and adjust their behavior to meet the goals of a common good for the community, i.e., expressing what you want to say, but accepting and accommodating the needs of others.]

Delayed Gratification

Back in the thick of it (Tufts Vet School), and happy to report that having new material (instead of repeating a year's worth of info) is greatly satisfying. Interesting, too. And I felt today, after a parasitology lab (in which we got to stain and look at 8 deadly parasites) and microbiology lecture (in which we talked about deadly toxins like Cholera--heh heh, not even an animal toxin), a smidgen of gratification for all the years of taking chemistry classes and biotech classes against my nature's will. I never have to take them again if I don't want to. Professional school is all about Delayed Gratification, baby, and I am starting to smell some of that gratification! Granted, I still have 2 years of weekly exams, enormous lists of memorization, approximately zero time for myself, and all the stress that goes with it, plus a year and a half of clinical rotations....but there's a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. And I'm moving toward it!

Evil Suz

Any similarity to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

William Blake's "The Tyger"

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Mom visited

On a whim, Mom decided to come up here and help me organize my new living situation with Jessamyn before things with school got really hectic. Result? I got to perform with her in Boston at the Middle East, and then for the next 3 days she turned our place into a fairy-infested hookah lounge. Right on! [Mitara, Mom, Me; Jessamyn flashing peace; swanky TV area; a veritable forest]