Well, my computer is still broken and I am starting to feel a little out of the loop. I got TAGGED by SHANNON MARIE a couple weeks ago, and I am just now getting to it. It seems the tag has pretty much gone around to everyone I’m linked to. So I might end up being the weak link. But at least I’ll fill in some details. Let’s see…5 things you didn’t want to know about me
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1) I’m an auntie…Auntie A. Here is a picture of me showing my nephew, Jacob, how to play guitar. He was so excited. He thought it was pretty cool. He made up the most endearing song to go along with it. It went something like this… ‘I’m playing the guitar and I’m so HAPPY.’ So cute!

2) I used to be a scientist. I have a Master’s degree in Oncology. I was going for a PhD, but I was kicked out after my master’s. It’s a long story what happened. The short version would be that there was a philosophical difference of opinion. I’ve never regretted the outcome. I’ve always been really happy that I stayed true to my instinct. I learned a lot from this situation and I think that it was a defining moment in my life. The week I got kicked out, I went out and bought a guitar (though not this one - I ALMOST bought this one while I was on vacation last week).

3) I have a restless heart. My dad likes to joke that I’ve lived in more of ‘America’s Most Liveable Cities’ than anyone he knows. I’m starting to slow down on the moving now that I’m getting older, but I’ve lived in lots of places. Here is a pic of me in Austin, Texas where I went to college. I’ve also lived in Seattle, Los Angeles, San Antonio, San Diego, Tulsa, Madison (WI), Vacaville (CA), and now I live in Minneapolis.

4) I have samurai blood. I’m half-Japanese. My mother is from Shibukawa City, Japan. Apparently, if you trace back my family line a few generations, there is a samurai. I also take karate. Which means don’t MESS with me. As you can see, I’m quite crazy.

5) If it wasn’t for the Vietnam War, I would have never been born. I used to feel kind of guilty about that. Not that it was my fault that it happened. My dad was a GI. He flew helicopters and was shot in combat. They sent him to a hospital in Japan, and that was where he met my mom. I suppose in a certain way this has largely shaped my perspective. Just that everyone has a position on war. And everyone wants to distill it down to something black and white. But in the end, that’s part of the problem. That despite everyone’s best efforts, there are always going to be people trapped in the gap between black and white. We need to stop focusing on whether we should be black or we should be white and start focusing on bridging the gap.

I hope I’ll be back soon. I haven’t been feeling so well lately. I’m feeling pretty trapped in the gap between black and white at the moment. The enormous abyss that is our medical system. Or at least that’s how it feels at times. I’m tired of having my arm stuck and collecting jugs of urine. I’m still not sure exactly what is wrong with me beyond that my blood tests are messed up. But I suspect that whatever it is, I’m on the brink of another defining moment in my life. Maybe just in the fact that I might never know. I DO know though that whatever it is, I’m on the right path…