Immigrants on Trains Near Northern Border Detained.

“As a citizen I’m offended,” he said. But he added, “To say I didn’t want to answer didn’t seem a viable option.”And really, that's just it. In the moment, you think: "Dude with gun and power (though not authority) to put me in jail. I'll cooperate ( Read more... )

I feel very weirdly in and out of my element at the same time. The books are good. I like thinking about things in terms of engagement and metaphor and structure. I like the enormous amount of writing. The enormous amount of reading is a little overwhelming. Five hundred odd pages a week. Hm. I don't quite remember how to do this ( Read more... )

I had to go to Philadelphia on Wednesday to take a pretend-to-be-empathetic-to-fake-patients exam.

( And then! )

Sometimes, The Onion speaks the truthMy own revelation moment came during my OB rotation (which is probably not a good time for revelations) but has only strengthened as the year progressed. Going down to Virginia for K's wedding in April sealed the deal ( Read more... )

I finished Brideshead Revisited the other day. My feelings are very like they were the first time I read A Room with a View: I like it, on the whole, but I don't quite understand it. It's like something just beyond words, half-seen, half-grasped. All that means, of course, that I am not yet old enough ( Read more... )

After a month of ninety-hour work weeks, I'm really bewildered by my current rotation, radiology. Sunlight? How ironic!

(Though there is, of course, Step 2 CK/CS, which are the only things tying me down to earth and the library.)

In more pleasant news, I've decided to grow up and buy an actual cookbook. Leaning toward The Joy of Cooking, but ( Read more... )

I am a little bewildered that third year is over once I take my last shelf exam tomorrow. It has been wild. A lot of fun, a few tears along the way, a number of memories ranging from the obnoxiously sentimental to the frankly hilarious. (Apparently in order to get a faculty position at my med school, you have to be ... eccentric ( Read more... )

After today, I never, ever have to go into the OR ever again. Ever! Never again will I be yelled at for standing too close or too far, retracting wrongly, cutting off the knot (which, I am proud to say, I have never done. Was still yelled at, though, until the attending tugged on the knot to prove his point and found it held fast). No more ( Read more... )

Today, I held a human heart, beating, in my hand. It was bigger than my fist and finely slippery, like satin on bare skin. The aorta throbbed away just cephalad. Think of it -- a human heart! Not brown-gray like my cadaver, nor red like cartoons. Yellow, bright neon smiley-face yellow, shout-to-the-world yellow, lovely protective pericardial ( Read more... )

Peds finished up strong (I think I may be having a little career crisis here, guys); the shelf exam was a resounding meh; and then! Lunch/shopping*/long walks! Being too exhausted to go to the switch party! Free clinic! Central Park! Trader Joe's Wine Store! Poached chicken**! Il y'a longtemps que je t'aime***! Flea markets! Magnolia's red velvet ( Read more... )