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Even though I subscribe to the New Yorker, I rarely read it. But today I was looking for something other than Blueprints: OB/Gyn, so I clicked on "Complicity" by Julian Barnes. One of the better pieces of fiction I've read in a long time.
Also, this. Official acknowledgement of non-Judeo-Christian festivals? You mean we actually matter? I ( Read more... ) -
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I woke up this morning to find little frost crystals on my window. Feels like I blinked and summer was over ( Read more... ) -
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Weekend was practically perfect in every way. I especially enjoyed Friday's switch party (rooftop followed by an UWS bar where I tried a Long Island Iced Tea, which, um, wow) and Saturday's housewarming (smorgasbord of food and friends and Taboo), and Sunday's basking in the sun in Fort Tryon Park ( Read more... ) -
"Having run out of counter space, I am now stress-baking in my head."
The month-long bake-a-thon that is my psychiatry rotation continues. In a nutshell, the combination of stress, short work hours, and allrecipes.com is potently bad.
I did blueberry muffins and snickerdoodles last weekend, and then I misread a cookie recipe last week (when they say 1 egg, obviously they mean 2) and salvaged by emergency-doubling ( Read more... ) -
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I feel like I'm on vacation. I only work 8:30 to 6, five days a week, plus 3 eight-hour ER shifts, this month. SO MUCH FREE TIME! (And yes, it is mildly disturbing that a standard work schedule feels like vacation to me.) Celebrated by baking peach-blueberry bread, tweaking a recipe on Epicurious.
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Neuro ended on a high note. It was a little weird to take the shelf on Wednesday and then show up for two days, but we had a ton of patients suddenly arrive (just for us), so there was stuff to do and without the looming exam I could actually concentrate on the patients themselves. What a thought! Really, I think we were incredibly lucky to have ( Read more... ) -
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On the floor of my room, cross-legged in a skirt, drinking iced tea, reading an 1801 French paper on the Wild Boy of Aveyron, window open for the breeze, listening to Scottish pop music.
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How amazing would it have been if the Continental Congress had really been like this?
Oh, whatever, they were pretty amazing even without full orchestral backing. 'Specially that tall redhead from Virginia. :)
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"I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy"
I love New York, even the 1 train, now that I am assured that I did not convert my PPD. I never quite realize how much I've missed it (the city, not the 1) until I'm back ( Read more... )