2.26.2008

"my eyebaws bwoke"

It was time to see the eye doctor again. My reading glasses had run their course and seemed to not be easing the eyeball pain I had been experiencing. Now, visiting the ophthalmologist is just a mere step up from visiting the dentist in my book. You get air blown into your eyes, dilation drops, bright burning lights–it's not my favorite thing. Last check-up, my eye doctor told me I had "white without pressure". I'll save you the technical gobbledy-gook, since I don't really understand it myself. However, the prescription he gave me was as follows, "Avoid heavy blows to the head, otherwise your retinas will detach, you'll go blind, and need laser surgery."

I've done a pretty good job at avoiding heavy blows to the head the last few years, but my eyesight has continued to worsen. And my new ophthalmologist didn't believe me. "Your eyes are perfectly healthy," he chortled several times. Finally, after poking around he finally found the problem. It's not a distance problem, it's fixation disparity. In laymans terms, my eyes swing out a little bit, so to focus in on close up work, they have to exert themselves harder to move in properly. Hoorah! Problem solved! Within a few weeks I'll be sporting these new friends and my eyes will hopefully live happily-until-the-next-eye-appointment-ever after.

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2.25.2008

lovely

Grape Hyacinth
a gift from roommate mandy.

2.21.2008

flight

Flight
sea gulls on lake pontchartrain.

2.20.2008

[back]

pazzy + luzzy

It was an amazing trip. With amazing people [the frey's, erik + erin, evan + bekah, emily, scotie beth, jennifer, rodrigo]. And amazing food [beignets, chicory coffee, muffaletta, camellia grill, mr. perry's seafood].

I'm still processing through a lot of my thoughts. There's so much of the city and people that is so indescribable. Beauty and tragedy so tightly interwoven...

I listened to Jeremy Casella's new album, "Recovery" during the trip. I think the title track describes the words I can't seem to find best.

Recovery
words and music: Casella

Faith, hope - a melody with no words
Is making its way through these dark times
Echoes the sound that you heard
In the autumn of desire
In the ashes of the innocence fires

No use closing your eyes to remember
What you wear in your bruises and scars
All these memories hold a reflection
Of the distance you've traveled so far
From a boy full of dreams in Pennsylvania
To a man with his wife in Tennessee
So much more than the sum of your longings
Are the good and the bad - all this beauty and tragedy

No one told you that faith would come easy
No one promised the way would be clear
Turn the ground in the fields of your story
While you're sowing the seed of your tears
Under skies wide and blue as the ocean
Make your peace with your own history
So much more than the sum of your longings
Are the good and the bad - all this beauty and tragedy

Put your sorrows in the ground
All the broken pieces wrapped up in shadows of places and people you've known
Weeping shapes and sounds all strung together like a crown
Lead a heart out of stone with a melody making you new

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Pictures here.

2.15.2008

thanks a lot

//  thanks for all i've got

While at Goodwill, I found an old Raffi tape. I listened to old familiar songs and one in particular stood out to me.

thanks a lot // thanks for the sun in the sky
thanks a lot // thanks for the clouds so high
thanks a lot // thanks for the whispering wind
thanks a lot // thanks for the birds in the spring
thanks a lot // thanks for the moonlit night
thanks a lot // thanks for the stars so bright
thanks a lot // thanks for the wondering me
thanks a lot // thanks for the way i feel

thanks for the animals, thanks for the land,
thanks for the people everywhere

thanks a lot // thanks for all i've got
thanks for all i've got
– "Thanks A Lot" by Raffi


This song reminded me of my walk at the Riparian Institute on Sunday. It was so beautiful.
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And Paz and I are now on our way to New Orleans. His reaction was filled with joyful tears. It's going to be a great weekend.