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This search request showed up in my referrers. Kinda disturbing, specially when looking through the other pages.
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Friday, April 20

*breathing deeply while trying not to lose it completely* 'Scuse me while I go a dig a deep hole to hide in.
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Wednesday, April 18

When people ask me what my profession back in Denmark was I keep forgetting there really isn't an american job classification for what I did. Normally I would just say social worker, but that is far from it. The official translation is "Social Educator" which is a mix of social worker, kindergarden teacher, councelor, therapist and a few other jobs. The basic idea was, perhaps still is, that one person is to follow an individual/family instead of having them run all over the place with badly coordinated specialists who each are deeply involved in their own profession but perhaps not as good at seeing the grand scheme of things. Workplaces can be everywhere from in the home of the individual/family to prisons, hospitals, schools, residential fostercare settings etc.
I never got to work within the field on a permanent basis before I left Denmark and today I am not sure that I will seek that kind of work whenever I get a working permit. Too much time will have lapsed, between graduation and now and I am not sure that I would be able to give of myself what this job deserves and need. Not to speak of all the recertification/training I would have to do before being let loose.
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Barbara had weightloss surgery in early March. It really is quite an eye opener reading her pre and post-op journals about her emotional and physical battles towards better health. The idea about WLS is attractive, but I don't think it would be anything I could/would do unless it was the last straw keeping me alive.
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I was surfing the page of a bookclub I am a member of and I clicked a link which had the following to say:

The Blank Rune: The Unknowable, The Divine
Blank is the end, blank the beginning. This is the Rune of total trust and should be taken as exciting evidence of your most immediate contact with your own true destiny, which, time and again, rises like the phoenix from the ashes of what we call fate.

The appearance of this Rune can portend a death. But that death is usually symbolic and may relate to any part of your life as you are living it now. Relinquishing control is the ultimate challenge for the Spiritual Warrior.

Drawing The Blank Rune may bring to the surface our deepest fears: Will I fail? Will I be abandoned? Will it all be taken away? And yet our highest good, our truest possibilities and all our fertile dreams are held within that blankness.

Willingness and permitting are what this Rune requires. The Blank Rune often calls for no less an act of courage than an empty-handed leap into the void. Drawing it is a direct test of faith.

The Unknowable represents the path of karma—the sum total of your actions and their consequences, the lesons that are yours for this lifetime. This Rune teaches that debts of old karma shift and evolve as you shift and evolve. Nothing is predestined: What beckons is the creative power of the unknown.

Whenever you draw The Blank Rune, take heart: Know that the work of self-change is progressing in your life.

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The Chronicles of George :)
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It is going to be a day full of minor and major upgrades and adjustments done here and there around the different websites I've managed to pull together. Crunchblogger pretty much got finished yesterday, so no changes there but New Horizons will undergo a lot more changes as I finalize the move from NBCi to Topcities. Hopefully Topcities will turn out to be a worthy host without too many of the same problems NBCi have had during my time there.
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Icelyn talks about how she got started using blogger and how she couldn't get it all to work in the beginning and then resolved to do it by hand before giving blogger yet another try.

That is almost identical to how I got started. I remember to read about Blogger in the Digital Divas eZine and wanted to try it out, but for some reason I just couldn't get it to work. Instead I too resolved to do it the old fasion way of opening the html editor, type what I wanted to type, ftping and all of that fun stuff. Needless to say I didn't get to log as often as I do now because it was just too much of a hassle to do all those things just to publish a few lines of text every now and then (not counting the fact that I wasn't very good a wirting the semilong pieces I do manage to make now). Then Ann-S of Eyeblog made an announcement in her sites newsletter that she had started a blog. I gave blogger another try and for some reason everything just clicked for me this time round.

I didn't have a real clear idea about what I wanted to do with this tool I finally had masted to a level which was working comfortable for me, but it was a neat tool to help me move into a different area of personal webpublishing which I sorta had wanted to explore for a while. I'm still not all that sure what In the blink of an eye.. (formerly known as Crunchblog) really is about, though lately I have started to see a pattern in some of my writings (those who doesn't deal with me whining about different personal matters which I just have to air before I explode).
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Tuesday, April 17

A few changes here and there. Please let me know if anything is amiss or loads too slow.
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I should have known better, not to subscribe to newsgroups relating to visa and immigration issues when we have yet to start our own process. Though it is great to read about people getting their permissions and their lives straightned out, it also hurts to see how fast it can be done once the applications are in. I want to be able to work or not work, I want to be able to drive and move around by my own free will and not having to depend on Bob all the time, I want to interact with real live people instead of characters on a computer screen, I want to become an independent person yet again. I want a life.
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There is something going on in regards to the Tim McVeigh case which I don't understand. A note from a Captain in a Oklahoma fire department is making its rounds on the net, and this note encourages people not to buy Tim McVeighs book when it hits the stands. This note is usually followed by strong words of hatred towards Tim McVeigh and the acts which landed him on deathrow and claiming that he has had more than enough exposure. This is where my understanding ends.
Why is it ok for some people to spread hatred towards some people and at the same time disallow those people a chance of replying to that hatred. It is like watching a public lynching taking place right before my eyes. Is it really any surprise that kids are starting to react violently, when they're being taught that it is ok to hate so deeply as some of the comments made in connection with this note is indicating?
I do not agree with the actions of Tim McVeigh, but people do not make yourself guilty of the same actions and teach our kids that is ok for some but not for others to display such hatred.
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I used to like the long trips on the road, bu now they're becoming more and more of a burden for both Bob and I. It is not that we don't like going where we go, but all the driving with no chance of switching seats and do something to make it feel like the time is going faster. It's getting too hard on the body. But aside from that we had a good weekend with the kids and inlaws :)
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