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Mon, 19 Oct 2009 03:59:55 GMT

I'm signing my fifth lease in twenty-six months tomorrow. I think I might have an address for awhile.

I can't imagine anything better than something that's as good as this for awhile. Where you are, you know, isn't anywhere near as important as who's there with you.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:36:28 GMT

"I traded my daylight

for a career..."

Fight Club Still Applies To Every Aspect of My Life

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 14:50:38 GMT

"Tyler, you are by far the most interesting single-serving friend I've ever met. I have this thing, you know--everything on an airplane is single-serving..."

"No, I get it. It's very clever. How's that working out for you?"

"What?"

"Being clever."

"Oh. Good?"

"Keep it up, then."

Professional Pop Music Hater

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 20:26:10 GMT

This punk kid once called me out on hating all pop music because it's popular. That's not it, I swear. I just think most of it sucks.

I went to Pitchfork music festival, though, an indie fest in Chicago. It was pretty sweet, and I liked the music, but being different for the sake of being different is dumb.

People like me because I'm pithy. I learned a lot this summer. I can sum it up for you if you like.

"Don't shit where you eat."

Happy Friday.

Flip-Flops

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 21:37:43 GMT

When I was a sophomore in college, I was more sure of my political views than I am these days. I was That Kid who gave my calc professor a hard time for erasing something from the board and backing up. He was pretty cool, for a calc professor, so when I said "isn't that a flip flop" (remember that snafu?) he said "Correcting a mistake when you find out you were wrong isn't a sign of weakness in my book." Probably he didn't say it quite that harshly, or at least I hope not. Anyway. I've been thinking about that encounter quite a bit lately.

That is all. Hope you're enjoying your summer.

Happiness...

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 14:08:15 GMT

http://www.happinessinthisworld.com/wordpress/

But, I'm pretty close right now, with the sun streaming in through my windows and a long patient list in front of me. I'm doing "contract work" for the rest of the summer. I'm working on my abs. I slept in this morning. I'm heading West on Wednesday. I had scrambled eggs with real feta and fake portobellos for breakfast.

I was just kidding about the abs part. I wonder how many times I've listened to this album. I don't think I'll ever really like Number 9.

Since we're going superlatives in xangaland, I may as well say that I've also learned more in the past six weeks about being a doctor than I did in an entire year of Clin Med. I guess that's not really much of a superlative. Clin Med was pretty dumb.

empathy, n.

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 23:08:19 GMT

the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another.

sympathy, n.

the harmony of feeling naturally existing between persons of like tastes or opinion or of congenial dispositions.

Everyone knows that these are different, right?

They are.

JUSTIFIABLY CRYPTIC.

I have a long fuse, and a lot of pride. If you know me at all, you probably know those two things about me.

It's been a long year of medical school. I did it, and I passed, and stuff happened that needed to happen--more than that, really great stuff, future career-wise, happened, and keeps happening. I'm going to be a doctor.

I just moved, and it was harder than any part of medical school so far. I exaggerate sometimes--this is not one of them. I'm not always proud of myself at these moments. It's like a pun. I'm not proud of my pride. I am proud of my long fuse. So I'm not proud when it runs out.

Too proud for you? Probably too much detail for some of you; not enough for others. For anyone reading this that thinks my life for the past year has been a vale of sorrow, it hasn't.

I just have a long fuse, and a lot of pride.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sun, 29 Mar 2009 04:21:42 GMT

In other news,

The grass is green
The girls are pretty
The kids are alright...

Really. We are. And Charlie Mars is also awesome.

This Monkey's Going To Heaven

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 03:43:31 GMT

non sequitur.

My history book, in elementary school, had this picture in it. It's the last Roman Emperor handing over his crown. I always pulled for the empires, and those emperors who made them bigger, and never understood what made them fall apart. I'm never political, at least on this thing, but I was thinking about this tonight, wondering what's going to be in the history books about the Decline and Fall of the American Empire. "It was bankers...exotic financial instruments...over-borrowing...bubbles"

Hubris. There you go, future historians, and political junkies. A thousand years from now, maybe that'll sum it up. Nothing ever changes, right? That's a switch. Listen to the Pixies, because they are awesome.

Too Much Pyridoxyl-5-Phosphate

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 07:50:12 GMT

gravity always wins.

Fighting nostalgia, and those other things that start to rise to the surface at four in the morning--regret, and contemplation, and the true horror of youtube having any song you want to listen to, regardless of whether and whenever you wanted to delete it and never listen to it again.

and so it is,
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time.

PLP (shorthand for the aforementioned Pyridoxyl-5-Phosphate), pantotheneic acid, reading the sides of cereal boxes and contemplating the biochemical actions of the supplements.

and wondering, occasionally, if where I am is always and necessarily where I want to be. Where I am is, of course, a product of many things, some under my control and some not, and in general, it's pretty good. Generally. Specifically, though. On occasion, and only in January, I promise, I wonder if I should have been a pirate. Or a cowboy. Or a spotter for a whaling ship in the 18th century. Most of them seem more suited to this mood that strikes me, the contemplative one, that wishes gravity would stay the hell away from me.

It's taken better men than me, you know.