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teresa

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About Me


It doesn't matter that it doesn't matter.

What made you think it did?

Did ego fool your neurons again?

Or maybe you read something somewhere.

Forget the frozen rocky shoreline;

it has already forgotten you.

Go now from this tepid place and leave

your muddied footprints

behind and not a thing beside,

and this time try to remember, fool.

My Interests

I like to explore the places where art and science, and other apparent opposites, intersect in my work, both the scientific work and the art.
I like cats. I have two now. They are much wiser and more reliable than me.

I'd like to meet:

My father's parents.

Music:

Anything good; blues, jazz, rock. Artists who make me smile, scowl, laugh or cry & want to sing along:
Morphine & Mark Sandman (miss him), Tori Amos, John Lennon, George Harrison - who wrote the most beautiful rock song (While My Guitar Gently Weeps)- Fiona Apple because she is strong, angry & frail, the percussionist Evelyn Glennie (look her up), the great Mr. B. B. King, & of course Coltrane and Monk - but they are damn hard to sing. Unless you're Carmen McRae (miss her, too).

Television:

Nova. Secrets of the Dead.
The Simpsons.
off

Books:

Ahab's Wife, by Sena Jeter Naslund, is the best book I've ever read. The NY Times wrote, "Naslund, Ahab-like, has taken on an overwhelming quarry in pursuing Melville, but, true to her maternal, liberal philosophy, she does not harpoon the master so much as harness his force to her own. That Naslund is unstintingly reasonable, empathetic and kind should not, however, blind one to the fact that she is, in the most nonaggressive way, rewriting American history, revising American literature and critiquing traditional masculinity. On the froth and foam and rage of ''Moby-Dick'' Naslund lays a cool hand, as if to say: ''There, there. Such a fuss about a fish.''
Magazines: Bitch (you MUST read this magazine!), National Geographic, the Atlantic, The Economist, Poetry.

Heroes:

My father.
Besides the late Cdr., I admire Margaret Sanger, Dorothea Dix, Florence Nightingale, Clara Barton, and Walt Whitman -all nurses who did wonderful things. They are either not known as nurses (Whitman, Sanger) or their astonishing achievements are overlooked. Florence Nightingale was a statistician and the first woman inducted into the stuffy, misogynistic Royal Statistical Society. She reduced the hospital death rate in the Crimean War from 42 to 2 percent. She was one of the pioneers of the science of epidemiology. And people still think she was a nice girl from an upper class English family who died of syphilis (the latter is probably not true). Dorothea Dix revolutionized the treatment of mental illness in the United States around the turn of the 19th C. Margaret Sanger made birth control a matter of public debate and empowered women to consider that they ought to exert control over whether or not to become pregnant. Clara Barton is the founder of the American Red Cross, and you know Walt Whitman better as a poet than as a Civil War nurse.

My Blog

partners

Reality and irony came walking hand in arm. They stepped into my room upstairs with gingerly steps, so not to alarm. They'd been close friends for years, they said.  I heard their cre...
Posted by teresa on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 08:26:00 PST

it doesn’t matter

It doesn't matter that it doesn't matter. What made you think it did? Did ego fool your neurons again? Or maybe you read something somewhere. Forget the damn thing again; it has already forgot...
Posted by teresa on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 01:02:00 PST

Ada and Stella - Chapter One

Because of her untimely death, Ada never met Stella. A shame because they would be entwined without ever knowing it, sharing an influence and many stories remembered by others. Truth is, they may not ...
Posted by teresa on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 11:58:00 PST

What sticks in the mind

I was shopping for living room lamps and told the saleslady I liked the one I saw, but I wanted it in another finish, one with more gold/rust/bronze to it. While the second saleslady talked to my...
Posted by teresa on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 08:28:00 PST

What I did on Tuesday

My two persons were a developmentally disabled Latina whose lungs had failed (probably because her brain had failed, but no one really knew the reason for that) and a very lovely elder woman who did n...
Posted by teresa on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 10:22:00 PST

What I Did on Monday

5:35  Awakened, made it to the kitchen for coffee. Thanked God for auto-brew.6:25  Drove down the dreary highway, crowded for this ridiculous hour on a Monday. In my canvas bag a stethoscope...
Posted by teresa on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 10:39:00 PST

Clouds

Did I happen to mention that I like weather? Unenhanced photo taken from my house. ...
Posted by teresa on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 12:10:00 PST

to Stella

Why did it have to happen? The reasons are this: 1: my cat had to have two white paws 2: that road had to bump a little near the center 3: leaves had to turn from green to yellow, then brown and no ...
Posted by teresa on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 07:12:00 PST

Chloe and Tree

Born alone in a tiny cold shack in the woods, I raised myself, tending the fire and the soup pot with help from the resident wolves, ravens and mice. At age five, I gave birth to a wet furry version o...
Posted by teresa on Mon, 28 May 2007 11:19:00 PST

My Brain

My brain was out of tune. I don't know how to tune a brain, do you? So I took it to the brain shop. They took one look and said, "We're gonna have to rebuild the whole head." I said, "All right. Do wh...
Posted by teresa on Tue, 15 May 2007 10:19:00 PST