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Copy/paste from a comment I made earlier [Nov. 17th, 2009|10:33 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |optimisticoptimistic]

"Did President Obama grovel before the emperor of Japan?"

Obama's been compared to Dick Cheney meeting the same dude during his term, during which Cheney shook the hand and did not bow, therefore not "showing weakness".

Why is it always about strength or weakness? People need to accept that we currently have a president in office who has received the Nobel Peace Prize because he has shown promise for fostering worldwide peace and to improve the USA's image among other countries. If we keep going around ignoring other countries' customs, that will make us continue to appear that we think we're better than they are. It's a formula for peace to share customs and be respectful. Obama did not just bow...but he shook hands simultaneously (it is not customary to touch when bowing). Japan's tradition mixed with the USA's tradition. And all parties involved seemed to be okay with it.

I support peace. I never did and never will support fabricated bullshit that attempts to create hatred and "strength". He's not perfect, but many of the things the president's doing are making a lot of sense. Dude's got a lot on his plate.
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Work Funnies [Apr. 22nd, 2009|10:16 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |Take a Chance on Me - ABBA]

So I've decided that I need to start sharing psych ward stories. These are just too funny not to share! Hopefully you all find them as hilarious as I do.

Scene #1: Playing Wii Sports in the dayroom of 7 East Inpatient Psych

Patient #1 (who is diagnosed with schizophrenia, states this completely out of the blue): You live by the Bible, you die by the Bible. You live by the sword, you die by the sword. Know what I mean? It's the way of the world.
Patient #2: Yeah, I know, man. You live by the piano, you die by the piano.



Scene #2: Playing Wii Sports today, speaking with a young patient who has recently been diagnosed with schizophrenia and is being medicated for the first time. Speaking about a subject that is beyond anyone's control (I can't recall what it was).

Kristen: Well, what can you do, right?
Patient: Yeah. You can take off the doorknob, but you can still wash the windows. (stated as if it's a well-known proverb)



Scene #3 Occurred about 10 minutes after Scene #2, after said patient had a short visit with the psychologist

Psychologist: Okay, (patient name here), remember, you can't burn the biscuits. (I have no fucking clue what he meant by that, but I'm sure it's some metaphor because that's how Dr. Kaufmann rolls.)

Patient: I don't want to burn 'em. But if I do, we can always go to IHOP.
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Susan Boyle [Apr. 18th, 2009|11:42 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |impressedinspired]

I just watched the ever-popular Susan Boyle video on YouTube, and immediately after I found a video depicting the reaction to her performance on "Britain's Got Talent". She woke up the next morning to cameras and reporters at her house, and an offer from Oprah to be a guest on her show.

And what is this Scottish woman's response?

"I'll just take baby steps at the moment. Keep my feet on the ground."

It's refreshing to see someone who knows where she stands and not jumping at movie rights or something. She took those judges who expected "young" and "beautiful" people with so-so talents, and showed them what experience and style can be worth. She knew the judges and audience were ridiculing her, but she still sang as if she had borrowed the total confidence of everyone in that room plus more. I'm hoping that she will turn out to be an awesome role model for women around the world.
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Sometimes poetry stands out because it is about where you are [Mar. 4th, 2009|09:08 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

"Calling him back from layoff" by Bob Hicok

I called a man today. After he said
hello and I said hello came a pause
during which it would have been

confusing to say hello again so I said
how are you doing and guess what, he said
fine and wondered aloud how I was

and it turns out I'm OK. He
was on the couch watching cars
painted with ads for Budweiser follow cars

painted with ads for Tide around an oval
that's a metaphor for life because
most of us run out of gas and settle

for getting drunk in the stands
and shouting at someone in a t-shirt
we want kraut on our dog. I said

he could have his job back and during
the pause that followed his whiskers
scrubbed the mouthpiece clean

and his breath passed in and out
in the tidal fashion popular
with mammals until he broke through

with the words how soon thank you
ohmyGod
which crossed his lips and drove
through the wires on the backs of ions

as one long word as one hard prayer
of relief meant to be heard
by the sky. When he began to cry I tried

with the shape of my silence to say
I understood but each confession
of fear and poverty was more awkward

than what you learn in the shower.
After he hung up I went outside and sat
with one hand in the bower of the other

and thought if I turn my head to the left
it changes the song of the oriole
and if I give a job to one stomach other

forks are naked and if tonight a steak
sizzles in his kitchen do the seven
other people staring at their phones

hear?
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This paragraph really struck me [Feb. 23rd, 2009|02:30 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |irritatedirritated]

America is in hard times these days, the beloved country awash to the scuppers in expensive trash, gripped by persistent jitters, politics even more divorced from reality than usual, the levers of power firmly in the hands of a cadre of Christian pirates and bullies whose cynicism is stunning, especially their perversion of the gospel of the Lord to blast the poor and the meek and subvert the tax system in favor of the rich, while public institutions are put into perpetual fiscal crisis, meanwhile newspapers dwindle in sad decline, journalism is lost in the whirlwind of amusement, and the hairy hand of the censor reaches out - what mustn't be lost, in this dank time, is the passion of young people for truth and justice and liberty - the spirit that has kept the American porch light lit through dark ages of history - and when this spirit is betrayed by the timid and the greedy and the naive, then we must depend on the poets. American poetry is the truest journalism we have. What your life can be, lived bravely and independently, you can discover in poetry.

Excerpt from Introduction to Good Poems for Hard Times by Garrison Keillor 2005
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I forgot to mention this [Nov. 11th, 2008|09:37 am]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |amusedamused]

So, last weekend (as in November 1st), my parents came to help me get some stuff together for the move. I was a little leery, bekause I now have a kitten and my dad has a history of having a desire to kill cats.

When I got to the apartment, I expekted him to be ignoring her. Au contraire.

He was on his hands and knees on the floor calling out "Puppy! Here, puppy!"

So...either he's really in denial or he kynda likes her. Or...both?


Oh, and by the way...for those of you who don't know...I did get that position @ the Jesse Brown VA in Chicago that I mentioned a kouple entries ago. That's why I'm moving. I sure don't keep up with my LJ. That's okay, though...Bekause nobody really reads this, anyway!
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Celebrate America [Nov. 8th, 2008|07:30 am]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
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[mood |satisfiedsatisfied]

So last night Suzi (my co-worker and friend) took 24 of our veterans from the hospital to this Veteran's Day type thing called Celebrate America @ the local civic center. The show was a lot more impressive than I expekted, it was run by the Second Baptist Church so I thought it was going to be really preachy and church-oriented, but there was only a couple points where faith was even mentioned. It was pretty entertaining.

However, the best part was the recognition of each service era. They used war period music, photos, and saddening numbers of wounded, dead, lost and never found, presumed dead/no remains, etc. After each section, they would ask the veterans who served during that era to stand and be recognized. Let me tell you, there is nothing like helping a World War II veteran stand 3 times for the eras he continuously served through. It was also quite awesome to pat the shoulders of the Korean War vets, and slap some high fives to Vietnam-era, Desert Storm era, and even Iraqi Freedom/Enduring Freedom vets.

It was so stinkin' cool. I'd tell more, but I have to go back to work. lol.
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Kitty Piktures! [Aug. 23rd, 2008|11:22 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |annoyedannoyed]
[music |South Park!]

Kitty Walking
Here's some piktures I took of Moline when she was 6 weeks oldCollapse )
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Countdowns and some updateage [Aug. 14th, 2008|10:09 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[mood |tiredtired]
[music |TMBG marathon on some Cleveland radio station!]

-2 Days til I get to visit my parents and doggies!
-4 Days til I get to go to the dentist! (I like getting my teeth cleaned...it's a weird thing. I like the pain.)
-5 Days til I get my kitty back! :)
-22 Days til my probation is lifted at work! (Then I'll practically have to kill someone to get fired...and I don't plan to do that.)


Sooooo...My first canoeing experience was 2 Sundays ago. We were out on a lake so I kould learn the basics, and I really dug it. Then I decided to take on a river this past weekend. 8 mile trip! We got there a little after the 10 am trip left, so we went hiking until the noon trip left. While hiking, I pulled a stupid move and somehow stepped on a stick in such a way that it stabbed me in the leg, right below my left knee. I have a huge bruise around it now! It was really strange.

So...the river trip was really cool! We weren't even 2 miles into the trip when we capsized. :P There was a fallen tree that we kouldn't get around in tyme. Only losses were Jordan's baseball cap and his glucose pills. The hat was recovered by the people in the canoe about 200 feet in front of us...but the fishes are having glucose these days. ;)

Further down the river, we met a black dog who was hanging out with all of us. He would doggy paddle right next to us in the deep water, and run in the shallow water next to us. He had so much energy! He was with us and the people in our group for about 5 of the 8 miles. What an amazing dog! In the bus on the way back to the car, one of the people who was kayaking said they saw the dog's name on his tag, and I think it was Max. He was so inkredibly cool.

In most recent news, I was asked to go to the Golden Age Games next week in Indianapolis. I'm gonna be one of the people running the Shuffleboard event! It's gonna be tight. I get to go to Indy and I still get paid for a day at work. Well, I guess I'll be paid for an 8 hour day, and I'll probably be working for about 10 hours...but it's a nice change of scenery.
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Kiddens? [Jul. 19th, 2008|10:56 pm]
Hank DeBoer, MT-BC
[Tags|]
[mood |thoughtfulthoughtful]
[music |Gnarls Barkley - Feng Shui]

Attention all kitty owners:

My friend Suzi's kat had 5 kittens, and I am thinking about taking one of them...But I've had mostly negative experiences co-existing with cats in the past. Can anyone tell me some reasons why I should or shouldn't keep a kat?

Also...big important question...Does having a litterbox in an apartment make the whole place smell bad? I'm a real stickler about keeping stuff like that klean, but will I be able to realistically keep up with it? Most of the people I know throw the litterbox in a basement or something, but I don't have one of those.
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