Sunday, March 30, 2008

stubborn

my foot.

it's stuck between railroad ties, and i hear a train coming from somewhere.

i tug and tug, and it won't budge.

panicked though i may be,

for some reason still,

i refuse to remove my shoe.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

shrimp

in oahu, on the road to the north shore, there are a lot of shrimp trucks.

i know it sounds sketchy, but still you should eat at a shrimp truck.

if you eat at a shrimp truck, this is the one at which you should eat.


in fact, it is the original. see? the sign says so.



i always seem to go to the north shore when it is raining.

and to be in a bad position to take photographs.

that being inside a car.

in any case, tourists coming through sign the truck.


and so did i.

it was fun.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah-hah. You did sign it. Caitlin. Me, I would've drawn a bunny head.

(Or is it Reese?)

3/30/2008 08:20:00 PM

 

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Monday, March 24, 2008

grief

i made a man cry tonight.

*cries*

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Saturday, March 22, 2008

fish are cool


at least i think so.


don't you?


(add your own caption to this one)

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Blogger Unknown said...

The top photo is my favorite fish. I always got excited when I spotted that one.

3/23/2008 03:47:00 AM

 

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Monday, March 17, 2008

it's obvious, right?

just in case it isn't, here you go.



and how do i fit into all this?


very comfortably, thank you.

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Blogger Unknown said...

After a Canadian winter(albeit a rather mild one), that tropical scene sure looks enticing. Oh, and by the way, nice gams doc.

3/19/2008 12:06:00 AM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

woo woo! thanks simon. hope your spring brings beautiful days.

3/22/2008 11:07:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, I miss Hawaii.

I'll echo what Simon said...about both topics :)

3/23/2008 07:52:00 PM

 

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

one at a time

after much delay,



we'll start with something obvious.

also i'm about to start another intensive care unit rotation and i won't be writing for a while, so i may as well have something to draw from for the next five weeks. a whole vault of low-effort posts!

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Mmmm...

:)

3/16/2008 11:06:00 PM

 

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Thursday, March 13, 2008

grown up

"where's dad?"

the house was quiet, and he usually makes lots of noise no matter what he's doing. through the minds of three of us at the table the plausible medical catastrophes paraded. he was fine, engrossed in working on something trivial in the gameroom, so all felt silly after we found him. it was funny. sort of.

for nearly a year now i have been familiar with the reality of the situation. i had no reason to be concerned, but my parents are getting older, and if something should happen, i must be the one to take care of them. no one else is in a position to do so. it started as just a thought, then became a serious thought, then became a resignation to the frailty of human life. i seriously doubt any of the other kids have thought much about this, let alone deemed it an eventuality.

now that cancer has stuck its ugly, sneering face around the corner (and retreated after we threw rocks at it), i am glad that i was prepared. currently the demon has been staved away, but it won't be long before other morbidities rear their heads. i am ready to do what has to be done.

will you still be my friend if i do?

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Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Aye lass, aye.

3/15/2008 10:23:00 AM

 

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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

victory

another day has passed, and i am prepared for war.

surprise attack! teeth clenched, i wrap my fingers tightly around the throat of my enemy. an involuntary battle cry escapes my lungs as we struggle one-on-one. there is no one to help me now; i am alone in my cause.

my foe has proven himself a mighty adversary in the past, but today i am armed. i reach for my knife, and one! two! threefourfivesixseveneightnineten! and again, and again, and again

and at last, my enemy releases his hold and surrenders. panting from the struggle, heart pounding, i am in disbelief as my cramping hands slowly loosen their grip, bruised and sore.

and tonight i dine on chips and salsa.

ha!

(i tried the hot water over the lid thing, and the slam against the counter thing, and the rubber glove thing. what finally did it was rapping the lid with a knife all around its edge, many many times. i win, i win!)

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Blogger Unknown said...

Yay!

I run into that problem a lot in the kitchen. It's funny, all of us cooks never like to hand an unopened jar over to someone else, because it feels like defeat.

We had this one worker last summer who had trouble opening the large jars of artichoke hearts, so we gave him the knife tapping tip. So he took a cleaver and brought it down on the jar, which immediately smashed into smithereens.

3/04/2008 07:52:00 PM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Yes I was going to suggest the smashing technique. Never fails!

3/05/2008 07:29:00 AM

 

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Monday, March 03, 2008

final blow

you know what's not okay?

when you're bummed, and after sustaining both insult AND injury, you're driven to junk food— in this case, chips and salsa

and then, for the first time ever,

you can't get the salsa jar open.

*laughs*

*cries*

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Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

That is definitely not okay.

Sounds like one of those days.

Still, I find it hard not to have faith in the inherent goodness of chips. Can't go wrong with chips. Chips always save the day.

3/04/2008 04:24:00 AM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Oh look, I'm having one of those days too.

I've just realised as an American you might mean chips, when in fact, I meant chips. My chips are better than your chips.

3/04/2008 04:37:00 AM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

Your comments won't allow links. I give it up, utterly defeated as if undone by a jar of salsa.

3/04/2008 04:38:00 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Man oh man I feel your pain.

3/04/2008 05:38:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

thank you both for your empathy! it really does mean a lot to me.

now would one of you mind helping me open up this *#@$! jar?

oh, and kieran, does this help?

chips

chips

3/04/2008 06:13:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

and yes, his chips are better. mine, however, are of the tortilla persuasion.

3/04/2008 06:16:00 PM

 

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Saturday, March 01, 2008

discovery

who likes chocolate covered marshmallow bunnies?

i do!

winter

yet i would challenge you.

years of endless winter, snow upon snow, ice covering all life

sunshine is cruel, sending down empty promises of warmth and happiness and hope

only to disappear and leave one bereft, clutching only the broken dreams that had sprouted in its light

all is again grey and frozen, and frozen again

and the cold creeps back into the soul

and stifles.

it may be cold where you are

but you are not alone

cold

alone

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Blogger CamoBunny said...

have i mentioned that i really hate the cold?

3/01/2008 01:01:00 PM

 
Blogger The Dog of Freetown said...

I am with you sister! The cold has nothing on the not-cold. I'm not so sure how I feel about chocolate marshmallow bunnies or whatever, but I could definitely get my teeth into a bit of warm sunshine right now. It's not even lying, that sunshine, it really is that warm and bright all the time, above the clouds at least. It's those moonless nights which seem so hopeless.

Many are tempted to moonshine. I was for a time. But I love that there's a brighter light that never stops shining, no matter where or when, and we can never be separated from it.

Not even in rainy windy London.

3/01/2008 07:03:00 PM

 
Blogger CamoBunny said...

kieran, does "moonshine" mean "illicitly distilled liquor" in your country, as it does in mine?

the cold destroys my soul, but one can be warm as long as one is not alone in the world. that's what this is about.

3/01/2008 08:53:00 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The thing is, I love the snow, and the cold even. I like my toes to be cold at night. I also like to be alone, but not lonely.

3/02/2008 04:15:00 AM

 

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i think, he is, perhaps...

he talks like i'm good and right, and everything about me is right and good, and everything that is good and right is me. in his eyes i can do no wrong.

and, of course, it is wrong, inherently wrong, the definition of what is wrong in this world. there can be no pretending. he is wrong.

and i am right. which is N.F. which stands for No Fun.

or perhaps No Fair.

... infatuated?

... lying?


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