Mosquito Nets Rock the Awesome

Hell yes.

So does anyone else get the Marshall Plan and the Monroe Doctrine mixed up at the most inopportune times? Damn you, letter 'm.'


I'm listening to:
Happy Mondays- Uncle Dysfunktional

Class Day

Danny Glover spoke at my college's newly invented Class Day, an effort to rapidly integrate recent graduates into the giving typhoon that universities are trying to create. I remember being passively disappointed in that decision back in the day.

The Nation agrees:

[John Edwards] knows he cannot finish with less than 10 percent of the vote -- indeed, a good case can be made that he cannot finish with less than 15 percent-- and expect to be treated with even the minimal measure of seriousness that is now accorded him by the media and voters going into the February 5 "Super Tuesday" primaries and caucuses. To that end, Edwards is working South Carolina hard -- with actor Danny Glover and bluegrass great Ralph Stanley in tow. The Edwards events, mostly in the state's rural communities, are inspiring mixes of old-fashioned populist economics with appeals for racial unity that feature black and white hands joining and voices rising to sing ancient gospel hymns that took on new meaning in the civil rights era.

John Edwards is in deep shit.


I'm listening to:
Bjork- Post

full disclosure:

When these buses cut me off in traffic, I sometimes curse under my breath: douchebags. I don’t know why, it just feels apt:



Douches.


I'm listening to:
Led Zeppelin- BBC Sessions

Adventures in eating

I don’t know what I was expecting when I ordered flapjacks served with yogurt, honey and fruit. Maybe I was expecting flapjacks with sides of yogurt, honey, and fruit. What I wasn’t expecting were (tepid) flapjacks smothered in strawberry yogurt, honey, and canned pineapple.

It was like the Sugarplum Fairy regurgitated all over my plate.

I feel like that episode of How I Met Your Mother where Marshall is training for the NYC marathon and Lily makes him breakfast and he blends the oatmeal, OJ, and eggs into a smoothie. He then runs to vomit.


I'm listening to:
Gui Boratto- Chromophobia

Notes on my week

1. I finally figured out why my Head Radio has been singing “Gobble Gobble Gobble” sporadically multiple times a day for months, well before Turkey Day. It’s the sample from seconds 10-30 of Girl Talk’s Summer Smoke. Osmosis is a strange thing.

2. Sandwiched between 2 Celine Dion muzak songs (where does my heart beat now and my heart will go on if you must now. Hearty, surprise.) was a (new to me) musak version of Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin’s coffeeshop friendly Je t’aime… moi non plus (I might want to rethink thought. There are lots of hipsters who would play Serge in American coffeeshops. This was not played ironically or to enlarge the palate of listeners. It was muzak). I was sure I was wrong until I found myself singing along “Il va et il viens, entre mes reins” to the synth. Well played, House of Coffee.

3. I got 13 kilos of laundry done, but after 2 power outages much of it was returned to me damp. And by much of it I mean my sheets, the things I need the soonest. I’ve been chill on this ‘load-sharing’ rolling blackout business, if only because to complain about them opens the floor to discussion on race that I’m not good at having here, but wet sheets are lame.

4. Black pepper spiced feta is awesome.

5. Black pepper spiced feta (and the ubiquitous mayonnaise, which as valiantly as I try, I cannot escape- seriously, mayonnaise on a bagel with lox? Fuck you another ruined meal I'm still going to eat.) is a big part of why I’m not suspect for having active TB: no weight loss.

6. My chest x-ray is normal.

I leave tomorrow for 3 weeks at the beach. And by at the beach, I of course mean inside hospitals. I’m hopeful that there’ll be whale sightings next weekend.


I'm listening to:
Smashing Pumpkins- Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness (I'm so burnt out on Girl Talk and still it won't leave. GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE it taunts)

mmm, beer

And to think, I was so proud to have even found an ale in Africa:

“We’re the same country that put men on the moon, and we’re taking the same approach to beer,” said Brendan Moylan, the founder of Moylan Brewing Company in Novato, Calif.

I suddenly feel so third world.


I'm listening to:
Radiohead- In Rainbows

I'm finally interested in the primary season. Too bad this isn't a worth while sentence:

The two candidates have long competed for black support here because it will be the first primary state with a large number of African American voters.

In other news, sometimes I look at my patients and I'm reminded of one of the awesome quotes from Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion: "I was so lucky to get mono. That was, like, the best diet ever."


I'm listening to:
Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire- The Swimming HOur

I didn't spend six years in Evil Medical School to be called "mister," thank you very much.

For the (passive) life of me, I can't figure out why Austin Powers was resurrected for the lede in this WaPo story on painful Gardasil injections:

The groundbreaking vaccine that prevents cervical cancer in girls is gaining a reputation as the most painful of childhood shots, health experts say. As Austin Powers would say; "Ouch, baby. Very ouch."

I'm listening to:
Gang of Four- Solid Gold

Hello Friends.

I brought you back a present from my recent travels:

I miss you.