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|Friday, July 18th, 2003|
|the Fascists continue...
their latest improvement to government...
now to e-mail the president, you have to tell them first whether you support the president and whether you agree with him on a whole slew of issues, at least according to the New York Times. http://www.nytimes.com/2003/07/18/technology/18MAIL.html?hp
I tried to e-mail the president myself to tell him that his new e-mail system was asinine. First you have to guess that the way to do this is to go to the little comment link on the top of the page, then you have to go to the white house web mail link...and then come across a page not found error.
|Thursday, July 10th, 2003|
|Tuesday, July 8th, 2003|
Went to my first Amnesty International of St. Louis meeting. I'm psyched...it feels good to be at least thinking about trying to make the world a better place.
The unfortunate thing was that like every other Amnesty meeting I've been to, with the exception of a couple at Michigan, it was a lot of talk and 'consensus building'...which is unfortunate because there was already a pretty strong consensus that we were going to work on death penalty abolition and the Just Earth campaign. Oh well. That's how these things go...the leader of a leftist group is almost never a leader, but a facilitator or a coordinator. Makes people feel better about themselves.
I've got a couple letters to write. One, in particular, about Mamun al-Humsi, a Syrian dissident imprisoned for calling for democratic reforms. Another about the Unaccompanied Child Protection Act of 2003, which tries to get basic rights (such as the right to counsel) for alien children found in the US unaccompanied by a guardian. Current Mood: optimistic
|matt and katy
Matt and Katy are married.
And Matt is younger than I am. Damn.
The wedding was beautiful. I know. All weddings are beautiful. But this one was beautiful even as far as weddings go. Small ceremony (19 people).
The weirdest part was signing the marriage certificate. I guess that's another one of the best man's duties. The toast went well.
I don't really know what to write. Still processing the loss of a good friend to coupledom. At least Katy is a good friend as well.
Jen--if you want to see photographs, they're up at http://www.ofoto.com/I.jspm=31606050603.16449084903&n=1438046568
I'm not kissing Heather. It just looks like it :). I was drunk enough that I might have actually tried something, but then Heather didn't stop whining for about 15 minutes and reminded me that she was Heather. Oh well. Which, actually, is one of the best things about Katy--she knows that whining is annoying, and actually seems to care.
|Monday, July 7th, 2003|
Jen's in DC right now. Probably sleeping, but maybe out on the town with her new colleagues. Day after tomorrow she might be in Brussels. And she'll be in The Gambia by Thursday.
The world is a crazy place. I hope she survives :).
I now think she looks more like Connie Nielsen than Kylie Minogue. I think she'd prefer that, even if Kylie Minogue is a sex symbol. And come on, Connie Nielsen is not a bad person to resemble.
I miss her. Our visit Saturday was odd. Partly because I had already mentally said my goodbyes to her when she visited St. Louis. And partly because my mind wasn't really on the visit at all, it was on Matt and Katy's wedding.
And our actual parting was really odd as well. The last five times I have said goodbye to her, I've always watched her as she leaves--until she rounds a bend (if she's in a car), disappears into a crowd (airport), goes into a tunnel (metrolink). And I'll stay there for a couple minutes, immersed in the fact that that moment might have been the last time I ever see her. But this time, when I got out of her car, Wayne (Matt's father) and Deepak waved to me and called me over. So I greeted them and walked over; when I turned around, she was gone. The last five times I have prepared myself to never see her again...and I've seen her in a couple months, if not weeks. This time, I didn't prepare myself. And I won't see her again. That is the way my life works; it has the tight, spare contours of a well written mid-twentieth century novel. Which, actually, I don't mind. I'd rather have it be that way than like the odd mess that other people make their lives out to be.
Jen--take care of yourself.
|Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003|
|a gay wrestler
You are StrongBad. You hate everyone, especially
HomeStar. Your e-mails and prank calls are
hilarious. You're my favorite character. You
try to be evil, but sorry, being shirtless with
boxing gloves just isn't scary. Don't worry
what everone else thinks because hey, they are
all "crap for brains". What HomeStarRunner Character are you? (pictures) brought to you by Quizilla
|Wednesday, June 25th, 2003|
My newest ambition is to get my hands on a fireman's phone, or figure out how to plug my walgreen's $7 phone into a fireman's phone jack. I wonder if they can make free long distance calls?
|Monday, June 2nd, 2003|
|(my life in a nutshell)
Jim, the volkswagen! Jim, the volkswagen! Jim, the volkswagen!
Paradiso Iluvioso! I'll take fun in the sun baby! Yeah!
|Monday, May 19th, 2003|
|Saturday, May 17th, 2003|
I don't often write about the details of my personal life--especially relationships--online. Why? Part of the reason is because sometimes they are embarassing (but embarassing is good, you say!). Part of the reason is that it's pretty exciting. So exciting, in fact, that I'm going to write a book about it someday, so I don't want to be scooped by myself ;). But most of the reason, of course, is that some of the people I would write about know about my journal.
But still, people love lechery. Or at least I do. So I'm going to write about one of my friends...a friend whose extracurriculars are actually a bit more torrid than mine are. Mainly because its interesting, and I think that somebody might get a slight kick out of it, but also because I don't want to forget about it, and this might remind me a couple years from now.
This friend is a guy. A pretty average guy. A bit on the skinny side, about my height, but perhaps a bit geekier than I. No, definitely geekier than I. (Don't you just love grammar?) But the one of the things he has going for him that I don't is that he's jewish--and hooked up with the Jewish singles scene. So I'll see him with a new girl every month or so...and its funny, because they're usually smiling and acting slightly coy, but he'll completely be himself--which is odd, because he's a nice guy, but he's not brilliantly charismatic. And of course, its always a good idea to fake brilliant charisma on a date.
So a couple days ago I'm speaking to him and I ask him how the Casanova life is treating him, and he smiles for a bit, and then says that he's in an odd situation. So a bit later, I finally manage to work it out of him. "There's a girl I like a lot," he says, "but there's also another." I start to smile..."Do they like you? [He nods] Have you gone out with both of them? [he nods again] Watch out for yourself, _____, you're going to break a couple hearts. Playa!"
Then he hits me with it. "Nahhh, I don't think so. See, they like each other. [I start cracking up] More so, even, than they like me."
"Are you kidding?"
"Shit dude! Nice!" (I automatically fall into frat boy mode in these situations. You understand, I'm sure).
Apparently, these girls each know that the other has been out with my friend. And they're ok with it. But the best part is that they're not completely comfortable with their sexual uncertainty. Which, of course, means that they turn to my friend for reassurance.
He's gotten it on with both of them at the same time, he claims. Nothing too nasty, just a bit of making out.
Why can't I get into those situations anymore? Actually, why can't I get into those situations ever!
|Friday, May 16th, 2003|
|Wednesday, May 14th, 2003|
|a new poem
as yet untitled...
Her name in my mouth
is more than a word, a moonrise,
and across the oceans, the world stops
as I whisper. Be careful,
Too loud and the stars will fall, a shudder of pleasure,
new suns surrounding the hands,
a sharp flash and my lips
holding to the last vowel,
a glimmer in the eyes, this memory
of pale skin and the earth of her neck,
a cool touch and my breath returns.
|Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003|
So after a year of feeling like I'm constantly falling behind on work and will never catch up, enter neuro block.
First Lecture today: 8:30-9:40 am.
Optional class 9:40-10:30.
Practice of Medicine Ethics Session (to be skipped): 1:30-3 pm.
Selective (Emergency Medicine-which I like): 3-5 pm
I feel like a complete bum! Even if I'd done no work since the beginning of the block, I could catch up on the theoretical stuff in 6-7 hours. And the labs in another 5-6 hours.
I wish that second year were here already. Its been so built up in my head--that you'll need to study all the time. That the material will all be clinically relevant. That it'll be the most challenging time of your life yet. I just want to sink my teeth into it...enough anticipation, bring it on, right? After neuro block, I don't think I really need summer to recover. I'm recovered. I want it now.
ugh. Another typical melodramatic blogger entry. I should try to realize that I'm not 15 anymore.
|Friday, April 18th, 2003|
Even if the subject and I do fall in love, won't it be a hollow love, having been artificially engineered?
No, no, no. We do not provide the love that arises between the two of you. We merely help you overcome the various societal obstacles that make the coming together of two human beings in modern society so difficult.
Getting to know someone and falling in love with someone thanks to an engineered coincidence is, if anything, more laudable than meeting someone via an authentic coincidence, as you had to work hard to make it happen. And there is no reason why some people should be the luck-prone beneficiaries of coincidences and others not.
I think I'm being set up. www.coincidencedesign.com
|Tuesday, April 15th, 2003|
i am an indie snob!
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded
and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things
as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better
than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity.
You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.
|Monday, April 7th, 2003|
|the beard, day 10
I haven't shaved since the immunology final. Friday, 10 days ago, in case anyone's counting. Except for the soul-patch, of course.
So the beard is in pretty well. And, being a manly man, its not at all patchy. And I don't really get it, but I haven't had a problem with crumbs getting stuck in it yet. The main thing is that the ends of the hairs poke into my skin, an uncomfortable feeling.
Of course, I haven't shaved my head in almost a month now.
|Sunday, April 6th, 2003|
I was really, really upset yesterday because of the armored strike through Baghdad. The soldiers interviewed said that they were basically just shooting everywhere (and I don't blame them, since it sounded like they were getting shot at from all directions), but it seems impossible for there not to be as many civilian casualties as there were military casualties. Latest estimates are around 2000 Iraqi dead. Which is completely insane. And the purpose was...intimidation? To let the Republican Guard know that the US can do whatever the hell it wants to in Baghdad?
The field leadership needs a mental status exam. I'd be happy to oblige, except I'd probably not be able to keep clinical detachment. I'd ask them why they ordered the strike, and if their answer is what I suspect it'd be, I'd kick them in the back of the head. Then spit gum in their hair.
Oh yeah, I'm back from Spring break.
|Tuesday, March 25th, 2003|
|my schedule today. and catching up with friends.
6:30-9 am cram for histo
9-11:30 histo exam
11:30-12:30 more sparring. my shins have nice contusions on them.
1-2:40 hang out with steph
2:40-3:15 eat, read the newspaper
3:15-5:00 Super tecmo bowl 3. SNES.
5:00-5:30 study physio.
5:30-6:30 review session (20 minute nap)
6:30-9:30 study physio.
isn't my life wonderful? You KNOW you want to be me. so I'll probably get 4 hours of sleep tonight, again, so I can get up early tomorrow morning and cram Misler's obesity, neonatology and sexology notes into my head. And then do it again for genetics. Maybe a little less tecmo bowl next time. And no time for girls. oh well.
I love checking up on friends after not talking to them for a week. My friend S just 1) started eating solid foods again
2) got a new car, and
3) finally hooked up with her classmate crush.
Me? I told her that the steelers are 4-0 in the STB '95 season. We beat the bengals 48-13. Hell yeah. and Bam Morris has 728 yards rushing, averaging 8 yards a carry. He rocks my world, until he gets busted for crack in spring of '96.
I've worked a little bit on the poem I posted earlier. Changed the line breaks, a little like the Black Mountain poets I was so in love with 6 years ago (6 years ago! Shit I'm old!). I need a couple more ideas before the end. And I need an end. if e.e. cummings vomited, and then a dog ate that vomit right up and vomited again, that vomit could come up with a better ending than I have now.
|exes and coincidences
So how're you supposed to feel when your ex meets someone that's a lot like you? J just told me about this guy she met who is apparently Tamil, chatted her up in a way very similar to mine, and gave her the same compliments I did when we first started going out.
Is it okay for me to feel slightly freaked? I dunno, especially since most observers would say that I'm the one who broke up with her. No. Actually, all observers would say that. And I've moved on. (Kind of. Right?) Of course, in my defense, Stephanie is nothing like Jenni. Well, ok. They're both from the northern midwest. And they're both brunettes. And pale. And they've got significant amounts of perkiness, but can handle how chill I am. But Stephanie is 5'11. J was 5'1. On a good day. And she doesn't want to be a teacher. And she's athletic. And she dresses really, really well. And she weighs more (slightly) than I do.
And she hasn't yet complimented me in the same way that J has, not even once, except to tell me that I'm going to be a great doctor someday.
(of course, they're both mistaken on that one. I'm going to be the guy who leaves the scissors inside your peritoneal cavity. And then puts it on your hospital bill.)
But I'm freaked by it. I was a lot more freaked yesterday, but I've had too much studying to do today to notice. Nice.