My study partner…
by graduation, i’m confident that BusterTheDog could potentially pass any med board exam.
…in fact, I’m fairly certain he’s at LEAST as knowledgeable as the slowest kid in my class.
The pretty girl has made sure that coffee is never more than 60s away from my sleep-deprived-med-school-face. also, it has shiny-blue-LEDs which makes me feel like i’m that much closer to living in the startrek universe.
she’s a keeper.
no one has ever felt more loved than I.
thank you all for such an amazing birthday and making life just plain awesome.
o i live an amazing life filled with people i love who love me right back.
still, some days are better than others and for the first time since december 19th, 2006 i’m celebrating life-changing-professional-awesomeness.
it’s been a long 3.5 years, but i’m still here and the universe has relented.
“Today”
Originally Posted 12/19/2006
both professionally and personally, today is one of the best days of my life. more details to follow, until then celebrate w/ me and enjoy ‘today’
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god i love world cup…and the british…and their goalie…b/c god knows a “draw” was huge win for Team US Soccer.
we’ll take it, bitches!
next match is Friday the 18th at 7am PST versus Slovenia.
:: watchful ::
:: stand out (however possible) ::
:: considering all options ::
so today while i was busy at work…researching important medical research, writing important medical writings and medicalling important medicals, our department’s lab tech asked me about an experiment we had worked on back in 2005.
“you mean the 2005 that happened 5 years ago?” I asked.
it turns out that the records of this particular experiment were lost in a freak windows-pc-computer-meltdown-blue-screen-of-hell-fuckup.
after a few minutes of trying to resolve the missing dates in my head, i fired up the blog. a few minutes later, i was able to fill her in on the details of the missing timeline thanks to the archives and flickr’s photostream. had i blogged about the experiment? no. but i had posted about events orbiting the periphery of my “real” life and that was enough to put two and two together.
this is the closest my blog/flickrstream has come to serving a real-life-purpose.
so all day i’ve been thinking that the highlights of my life for the past SIX years are chronicled online and reside peacefully in the digital-ether.
that’s why we’re all doing this digital-presence-stuff, right?
the more i share the closer i get to living forever. in a sense, i’m passing on my experiences to the world with each seemingly-irrelevant twitter update, each mal-focused flickr post and even this very blog entry.
indeed, i’m satisfying my evolutionarily-programmed-need to reproduce each time i click “post“.
who needs offspring when you’ve got the internet? i’m officially calling for a new campaign to end overpopulation and unnecessary pregnancies:
“don’t breed—blog”
so why do you do all of this?
so this weekend the pretty girl and i woke up bright and early b/c the gym gets crowded if you’re not there before 9am.
she woke up first. before i knew it she was dressed and ready to kill that damn elliptical machine—and she did.
i staggered behind with grumbling-contempt; anything less would have been out of character.
walking out of the bathroom—toothbrush in mouth—i saw buster peaking out from under the covers.
content to only catch a peek of the nonsense going on so early on a saturday morning, he would wait for the clang of his food bowl and rattle of the can opener to commit to an early morning wake-up call.
these two are what make my life such an amazing place and when they do the things that are simply “them” i feel the most at home.
there were so many times this weekend that i would look over at her and find myself needing to catch my breath; sitting on the couch, hair twirling around her finger, buster safe-and-warm in her lap.
this is my waking life and i have no idea what i’ve done to be so damn lucky.
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so on saturday night, i met up with my buddy nick b/c he’s decided that life in socal has gotten boring and so he’s headed to the mid-west where he will—undoubtedly—become wildly successful and that’s good because if there’s one thing i’m good at it’s having friends who do an amazing job at life.
so we met up on saturday evening and hung out until we were good-and-ready to go home and roamed from joint-to-joint, remembering good times along the way.
apparently, word had gotten out that it was nick’s last night in socal, b/c downtown redlands was in the celebratory mood and they did not disappoint.
to make the night extra-special-awesome, i brought along the iPad and whenever anyone would come up to take a look at it, nick would say, “yeah and it’s a phone too!” i would then proceed to hold the giant iPod Touch to my giant iJeff Head and hilarity ensued. i’m sure more than a few of the people who saw me holding that giant thing up against my face were convinced that it was indeed the biggest-fuck-phone they’d ever seen…and they loved it.
they LOVED it.
socal will miss you, nick, and so, i want to tell you…just…just…keep on truckin’
what must have been an entire band of hooligans just ran down my block.
there was laughing, giggling and otherwise tomfoolery.
this is unacceptable.
i’m turning on my sprinklers.
so today is brandon’s birthday and best efforts were made to celebrate even though he’s not the most eager of subjects.
this is concerning.
most of my life is spent working towards some sort of celebration. brandon on the other hand avoids even the most obvious of excuses to celebrate his face.
ok.
nonetheless, we made best efforts and imbibed on drinks on his behalf.
happy birthday, brandon, we’re brothers and i love ya.
2011 or bust!
for the most part, my life is reasonably predictable.
sure, work brings new cases and the well-timed surprise, but for the most part work—and those i work with—are a given.
one of the coolest docs on my floor is a late-60s-italian-immigrant who’s accent is complimented nicely by his diminutive stature and tone.
when i showed up this week with an iPad he was all ears. as i tapped around on a glass screen, his questions fired rapidly and with escalating enthusiasm.
i love this guy and often wish that we had known each other in 1960s Focaccia, Italy.
when he asked me to show him my e-books, i eagerly complied. littered among new york times’ bestsellers were “the motorcycle diaries” and “the communist manifesto“.
i saw his eyes scan the titles. before i could react, his small-european-frame looked up at me and asked:
“oh! were you a part of the revolution, too!?”
“um…no, no, i mean maybe i would have been, but no, i’m just a student of it.”, i stuttered.
“oh! of course, you’re much too young to have taken part. i forget how young you are…you’re such an old soul and i forget. let me tell you though, it was a beautiful time and we were sure we could change the world. we were the revolutionaries.”
“Dr. [name-withheld], were you a part of the socialist movement?“, i asked.
“it’s more complicated than that…too often your generation thinks che guevara is a figure on a tshirt, but i can tell you, he was much more.”
for the next hour-and-a-half i listened to his stories of revolution and sat in awe of the diminutive-italian-doctor who’s been working at the end of the hall, 20 meters from me for the past 3 years.
viva la revolution.
you’ve seen this before, but easter sunday is the perfect excuse to put today’s nonsense into perspective:
my easter wish is that mine is the final generation that makes an easter wish.
UPDATE: the text reads: “christianity: the belief that a cosmic Jewish zombie who was his own father can make you live forever if you smybolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree….Yeah…Makes perfect sense.”
the strategy i employ when cleaning my apartment is seriously lacking.
i blame this on the fact that i can never seem to focus on the apartment as a “whole” and instead get laser-kungfu-grip-focus on making one part of my abode amazing.
this past weekend, my bedroom closet took the brunt end of my attention.
when all was said and done, my clothes were organized by 1) type 2) color and 3)level-of-dressiness; even i saw the dysfunction in that level of organization. after some modification, i’ve lost my hangup over “color” b/c it was driving me bat-nuts deciding where to place conflicting hues, etc. instead, i am falling back on type & level of dressiness as my go-to system.
throw in “evenly-distriubted-pinky-finger-hanger-spacing” and you’ve got yourself a good looking closet that is both function AND not too over the top with all the neatness. (i was wise enough to standardize on a specific type/color/brand of hanger YEARS ago and never have to worry about mis-match plastic hangars. highly recommended)
oh, and for added effect, i cleared off everything that was on the top shelf bc that shit was driving my nuts. if you too are faced with an overflowing upper-closet-shelf, then take my advice and just give it all away. (you’d be surprised how little you miss any of it…seriously it’s up there just to fuck with you at night when you’re trying to get some goddamn sleep.)
now don’t we all feel much better?
so blockbuster is 1billion in debt and dangerously close to filing bankruptcy.
i know for a fact that at least $28 of that $1billion are my late fees. if only blockbuster hadn’t been a parasite for so many years, maybe someone would feel bad that such a terrible company is all but dead.
suck it, blockbuster.
sadly, 40% of americans STILL believe in the literal truth of the bible. faced with the reality of those numbers, richard dawkins responds with science, fact & truth.
also, you don’t have to watch this video…unless you even sorta believe that the bible is the way to go…then you must watch it. 2x.
