When I grow up, Tim Gunn with go through my closet with me in the morning to help me pick out the most adorable, flattering clothing. He will ensure that I never resemble a marshmallow.

Until that time, I will have to content myself with Tim at The WaPo. I, too, hope the metallic shoe is here to stay.


I'm listening to:
same as all week, my grandfather blaring CNN. Lou Dobbs gives me a headache, and I'm glad to see that I'm ahead of the curve on that one.

channeling Linda Richman

Talk amongst yourselves. I'll give you a topic.

Lupus anticoagulants are neither bleeders nor do they have lupus. Discuss!

There, I feel better. Who knew?

Whipped

Reading through some back tests this morning, I happend upon this sentence:

A 68 year old female complains of back pain.

Thoughtlessly, I wrote down mulitiple myeloma while continuing to read the question. That is how well trained a second year medical student I've become, all hail the obscure differential diagnosis.


I'm listening to:
Radiohead- I Might be Wrong: Live Recordings EP

burning out

It is a good thing that I won't be anyone's treating physician for several years, because the way I'm feeling now, if a patient came in with a funky bacterial infection, resistant to all the normal antibiotics and the weird ones too, some vancomycin resistant enterococcus that is also resistant to my workhorse third generation cephalosporin, cefTriaxone, and then the weird broad spectrum gram positive killers, Lineszolid and Daptomycin, I would be tempted to incinerate the motherfucker just so that those evil evil bacteria full of plasmids encoding efflux pumps would not be propagated. That's how frustrating I find these antibiotics.


I'm listening to:
David Bowie- Low
I know it doesn't send the right message at all, but I think it would be an awesome engagement party trick if my future fiancee got a band together to serenade me with Be My Wife.

on Mogwai

More fond concert memories:

I went to see Mogwai a few weeks back. Instead of stamping my wrist or taping on one of those cool bracelets that make me feel like I've just come from clubbing in Cancun, the doorman wrote KOH on the inside of my wrist.

Because I'm a smart ass and was a chemistry major in another life, I sneered, "Potassium Hydroxide?"

He smirked back, "Think about it."

My date and I went to the bathroom. I muttered something about there only being eight strong bases while reminiscing about how badass Britboy and I were to refer to Analytical Chemistry as Anal.

Mogwai was so fucking loud that I- a former sound engineer with marked hearing loss- spent much of the show pinning my ears back to blunt the sound. Only after the fellows sitting behind us mercifully took pity on us and offered us earplugs did I make the connection. Strong base indeed.


I'm listening to:
Blur- Modern Life is Rubbish

on Teething

I just wanted to post a shoutout to Benzocaine. My wisdom teeth have been coming in, sporadically, for the last four years. According to the 'dentist,' I have a 'big mouth.' I don't need to have them pulled. That's awesome, but every few months I teethe.

Teethe. As in baby wanting to suck on a frozen waffle teethe. And while it's charming and quaint and brings me back to a time I don't actually remember, it's also quite painful. So thanks go out to CVS brand oral numbing liquid that I can apply to poor, sore gums.


I'm listening to:
M83- Dead Cities, Red Seas, & Lost Ghosts

Hey you know what was awesome? I went to see Andrew Bird a few months back, and not only did I have an awkward runin with a fellow I am no longer seeing, but the platform on which I was standing collapsed underneath me. It wasn't quite as dramatic as those stadium crashes, as I fell about a foot and a half, but it was still pretty remarkable. As in, I'm now remarking on it.

I'm a mite perplexed by this AP notice on Mayor for Life, Marion Barry (I'm on the Barry beat so you don't have to be). Here are the questions I find most concerning:

Barry has not been fined. He owes $195,000 in federal taxes and $54,000, plus penalties and interest, in District taxes.

Barry pleaded guilty last October under an agreement reached with federal prosecutors which required him to acknowledge his failure to file returns for the five-year period.

Aside from these acknowledgments, is Mr. Barry under any obligation to pay these debts? Because, well, really?


I'm listening to: still listening to the Belle and Sebastian concert. I'm at the encore. One of my favorite concert moments ever was when Pinback ended their concert by saying, "This is the part where we would normally duck off stage before our encore, but we'll just skip that if that's ok," or something to that effect. Of course, it was already 2 by that time, but I still appreciate not having to clap pointlessly for a band to come back out and play their programmed encore.

It's like Catherine Keener wanted to add another jewel to the crown that is being my girl crush: she went to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in her Oscars gown. That's my girl, cavorting at punk rock shows in her finest.


I'm listening to:
Belle and Sebastian at the 9:30 Club (which in the 45th minute guitarist Stevie Jackson declares, "possibly the best club in North America" )
as recorded my NPR: my gift to you.

ew, bitch

This is a shoutout to the Malaysian dude who stumbled across my blog searching for:

fucking school pupils girls movies

Nice fucking try, buddy.

As for the rest of you here searching for information on the dreaded Unhappy Triad, rest assured that Sunday is my six month anniversary. I suspect I'll want be reflective by then, but the current plan is to crawl into bed.


I'm listening to:
The Shins- Chutes Too Narrow

p.s. Just because I write only to have a snapshot of my random thoughts doesn't mean I can't care why people might want to come here.