Today I am doing nothing. I am not doing school work. I am not cleaning the apartment (it's not a mess, but it could use dusting and mopping and such). I am only running the errands that I have time to and want to (perhaps a Wild Oats run later...y'all know how I feel about polenta, especially with things like mozzarella and tomatoes and basil ( Read more... )

A night of swiss chard and caramelized onions and fontina is a good night. And after this, which has already been a good night, I have plans for even better things ( Read more... )

I feel vaguely bizarre making an official announcement like this, but I think it's easier than contacting everyone who reads this whom I would want to know ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if it's the chemicals or the mental intensity or the fact that we're cutting into a dead body, but dissection just drains me. I leave feeling that I've lost some part of myself that I think I liked. And then I have to do something to get that part back, to feel alive again. So far, things that worked include: 1) getting a haircut; 2 ( Read more... )

Anyone who doesn't want to hear about dissection, stop reading ( Read more... )

From now on (until March?) I can no longer eat with my hands. Because they smell of cadaver. I just ate a granola bar (with my hands) and that was a profoundly unnerving experience ( Read more... )

Just had a really affirming conversation with Amy. She pointed out, "As ambitious women, ambition is sexy." So. True. I wanted to hug her. She was drunk when she said it, but it still counts. And then she talked about the seductive qualities of boys who have published in Nature. Totally what I needed ( Read more... )

One of the things I Love about my apartment is the hallway that runs along most of the rooms. It's straight and long, and when no one else is home, I Run down it. If I'm in the living room and I need a sweatshirt from the bedroom, I run. It's long enough that you can actually get up a tiny bit of speed. Small pleasures ( Read more... )

Yesterday was the second real exam of med school (genetics, embryology, and cell), and I did quite well. So last night, there was celebrating. I was hosting an interviewee, so she celebrated with us. Unlike many of the prospies at Carleton, this woman was someone I would like to go to school with. I hope she gets in ( Read more... )

For a while, that was one of Colin's favorite Mason Jennings lyrics, so it used to make me smile because I'd think of Colin thinking of babies asleep in bodies. Which is kind of silly. But now I think about what it actually means: loving someone (presumably a woman because of the birth thing, but I like to think the sentiment is transposable) and ( Read more... )