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May 5, 2003 @ 09:05 pm ๐Ÿ”— Post Link

food, health, pondering

mmm bacon

mmm bacon

Bacon and Cheese soup with Potato. Enough said.


I really have not commented on the SARS situation, in spite of my close proximity to Toronto. But today I will. I work with a Chinese woman whoโ€™s father recently passed away in China. She returned home for the funeral and to be with her family. Today she returned to work. She told me of some of her friends who were โ€œslipped notes under doorsโ€ telling them not to come into work. It made me sick to think people could, without evidence, treat someone like that based on race. Yes, many people are scaredโ€ฆbut to be hyper-sensitive and over react and to (without evidence) type people is sickening. My co-worker is clearly upset by all that has been going on. She is reluctant to be here and only wants to return home for a so-called waiting period. (she has taken her temperature every day and has been normal for 5 of 7 daysโ€ฆ) Iโ€™m no doctor, but I can see how deeply troubled and hurt she is by all implications from SARS in Ontario. Just something to think about before you push the panic button.

these dreams

I donโ€™t often remember my dreams, so when I do I like to jot them down. I usually find them interesting. They tap into unadulterated creativity. Anyways. In last evesโ€ฆ Iโ€™m guarding what I have determined to be my parents house against strange small futuristic rocket firing beings. Iโ€™m usually hiding or trying to remain hidden from them. But Iโ€™m always scanning the area in search of them. When these things draw near I also have rockets I fire and I seem to destroy them. Bizarre.

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