There are three subway stations that are consecutive stops. We will call them X, Y, and Z. As the train pulled into Stop X, a pretty unintelligible announcement came on overhead stating that the elevator at Station Y was broken. So anyone needing to use and elevator should get out at Station X or Station Z instead.
This was a bit baffling. Generally, people who need to use an elevator have a disability or some reason that makes walking longer distances difficult. Once they get to street level at Station X or Station Z, how are they supposed to get back to Station Y? I highly doubt the transit system is going to provide them with a shuttle. A taxi? I do not think the logic behind this one was only lost on me. Several people had confused looks on their faces after that announcement was made. Just another day on public transit.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Musical Chairs
An early 20's couple got on the bus near the park. She was a hipster with small, angular, wide framed glasses. He was tall, big boned, dressed sloppily and wearing huge lens geek chic glasses. They were a match made in heaven.
She looks surprised, waves to people she knows, and guides him down the aisle to where they were seated. Two hipster girls with trendy messenger bags who may have been a couple or perhaps were just good friends.
"How are you? I just got off work." "It wasn't so bad." Their conversation fills the rather crowded bus.
"Haven't I met you before?" The brunette hipster girl is scoping out the boyfriend.
"Maybe at a party. Or maybe on Facebook. I'm David." He extends his right arm barely covered by his too short tweed blazer.
The bus stops. It is a major transfer point and a number of people run for the doors in hopes of catching a transit vehicle idling in an adjacent stop.
The two seats in front of the hipster girls have opened up. David starts towards the seats, trying to pull his girlfriend towards them so that they can sit down. He reaches the seats at the same time as a very large, slightly unkempt woman who has entered the front door of the bus. She carries a large shopping bag and her eyes have the look of someone who is not quite all there.
A stand-off ensues. They glace at the aisle seat, then glare at each other, and finally warily lunge towards it. He gets off a little faster than she does and moves into the seat by the window, gesturing for his girlfriend to take the aisle seat. His girlfriend, however, is a bit distracted, and all of the sudden the large woman plops herself down in the aisle seat.
David stares at her incredulously. So do his new friends, the hipster girls seated behind. The bus is watching attentively as the woman plants her feet on the ground and stares straight ahead. His girlfriend stands sheepishly in the aisle and finally says, "well, then, I guess I'll go sit in the back!" Now David begins to exchange angry words with the woman. She does not budge and finally he shoves by her and stomps towards the back of the bus.
By this time the bus has reached the next stop. All of a sudden the woman gets up and slowly lumbers off the bus. The seats are now empty less than a minute after the incident. Shocked, the hipster girls turn to tell David the seat is now empty. He cannot hear them and they, and several other patrons, dissolve into laughter.
And the bus moves slowly into the night.
She looks surprised, waves to people she knows, and guides him down the aisle to where they were seated. Two hipster girls with trendy messenger bags who may have been a couple or perhaps were just good friends.
"How are you? I just got off work." "It wasn't so bad." Their conversation fills the rather crowded bus.
"Haven't I met you before?" The brunette hipster girl is scoping out the boyfriend.
"Maybe at a party. Or maybe on Facebook. I'm David." He extends his right arm barely covered by his too short tweed blazer.
The bus stops. It is a major transfer point and a number of people run for the doors in hopes of catching a transit vehicle idling in an adjacent stop.
The two seats in front of the hipster girls have opened up. David starts towards the seats, trying to pull his girlfriend towards them so that they can sit down. He reaches the seats at the same time as a very large, slightly unkempt woman who has entered the front door of the bus. She carries a large shopping bag and her eyes have the look of someone who is not quite all there.
A stand-off ensues. They glace at the aisle seat, then glare at each other, and finally warily lunge towards it. He gets off a little faster than she does and moves into the seat by the window, gesturing for his girlfriend to take the aisle seat. His girlfriend, however, is a bit distracted, and all of the sudden the large woman plops herself down in the aisle seat.
David stares at her incredulously. So do his new friends, the hipster girls seated behind. The bus is watching attentively as the woman plants her feet on the ground and stares straight ahead. His girlfriend stands sheepishly in the aisle and finally says, "well, then, I guess I'll go sit in the back!" Now David begins to exchange angry words with the woman. She does not budge and finally he shoves by her and stomps towards the back of the bus.
By this time the bus has reached the next stop. All of a sudden the woman gets up and slowly lumbers off the bus. The seats are now empty less than a minute after the incident. Shocked, the hipster girls turn to tell David the seat is now empty. He cannot hear them and they, and several other patrons, dissolve into laughter.
And the bus moves slowly into the night.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
A New Day Dawns
I feel hopeful today, as cheesy as it may sound. We definitely face massive challenges as a nation in the coming years, but it is nice to have a fresh start. I just hope that the energy and hope of today's inauguration can be sustained.
One of the first challenges the new administration is going to face is reforming health care. The longer I work within this system, the more and more obvious it become that the ship is sinking rapidly. We are beyond slow leak and approaching catastrophe, especially with the economy in the toilet. What to do? I have read, pondered, and worked on questions relating to health policy for some time now. This piece by Atul Gawande offers a rational solution: build on what we have. It's worth a read as we move forward in the coming months.
One of the first challenges the new administration is going to face is reforming health care. The longer I work within this system, the more and more obvious it become that the ship is sinking rapidly. We are beyond slow leak and approaching catastrophe, especially with the economy in the toilet. What to do? I have read, pondered, and worked on questions relating to health policy for some time now. This piece by Atul Gawande offers a rational solution: build on what we have. It's worth a read as we move forward in the coming months.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Student Debt
Student loan debt is soaring. In medicine high debt load is increasingly one factor that drives medical student's choice of specialty. Could human capital contracts be a plausible solution or the next form of indentured servitude?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Marooned
A boat washed up on the city beach recently. It was a sail boat with a mast and the license info was rubbed off the back. Someone had put graffiti on it that read "Bad Vibes Bob." The possibilities for how this boat got there are endless. Could it have been the site of some bad juju, or simply drifted away from its dock? We'll never know.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Fat Cars
These cars are awesome. And they make you think a bit about America.
Artist Makes Fat Cars
Happy New Year everyone. I resolve to be a better blogger this year. We'll see how it lasts.
Artist Makes Fat Cars
Happy New Year everyone. I resolve to be a better blogger this year. We'll see how it lasts.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Horrible Blogger
Yes, I have been a horrible blogger these days. No entries in November? Wow. For those of you who knew me in my past life as a medical blogger, you can vouch that I was very diligent about updating things.
Anyway, life and work have been a bit crazy as always. But I just had a wonderful vacation in Hawaii that helped me to re-charge my batteries. I will try to post some pictures once I get them on this computer.
Over the weekend we attended an open house holiday party that featured a lady making balloon animals. It has always been a secret desire of mine to learn to make a balloon giraffe. So you can imagine my excitement when I found out that she was not just making animals and swords for the kids, but was offering teaching for adults. We learned to make turtles, which are much harder than they look. And, of course, the giraffe, which is actually an easier animal to start with. It was great fun.
We left the party in absolutely pouring rain and went to wait for the bus. When it finally arrived it was being driven by a rather surly looking driver. I can't imagine driving a huge vehicle on narrow streets in the cold rain is much fun. But when we got on the bus carrying the animals I saw him break into a smile, just for a second. There's nothing like balloon animals to brighten up even the rainiest of days.
Anyway, life and work have been a bit crazy as always. But I just had a wonderful vacation in Hawaii that helped me to re-charge my batteries. I will try to post some pictures once I get them on this computer.
Over the weekend we attended an open house holiday party that featured a lady making balloon animals. It has always been a secret desire of mine to learn to make a balloon giraffe. So you can imagine my excitement when I found out that she was not just making animals and swords for the kids, but was offering teaching for adults. We learned to make turtles, which are much harder than they look. And, of course, the giraffe, which is actually an easier animal to start with. It was great fun.
We left the party in absolutely pouring rain and went to wait for the bus. When it finally arrived it was being driven by a rather surly looking driver. I can't imagine driving a huge vehicle on narrow streets in the cold rain is much fun. But when we got on the bus carrying the animals I saw him break into a smile, just for a second. There's nothing like balloon animals to brighten up even the rainiest of days.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Off Road Adventure
The next day after the saga of the white truck in the garage we headed out of town for an off-roading ostrich adventure. Wait... off-roading ostrich adventure? Yes, you read that right.
This was our vehicle for the outing. It was complete with a very fun, ostrich rancher tour guide who clearly loved being a woman driving a huge truck.
We saw nests in the wild. Guess what ladies? The male ostrich spends half the time watching over the nest as you see here.
And that thing about the ostrich with its head in the sand? Apparently, that is a myth that is based on the female ostrich turning the eggs in the next. Since the nest is a hole in the ground,from afar it looks like her head is buried in the sand.
We also got to go fishing for ostrich. Fishing in the desert? For ostrich? You take a large pole with a rope, some grapefruit, get on a tall platform, and watch them go to town fighting over the fruit.
It was a ton of fun and we got to see some great desert scenery too. When we got back we fed the ostrich, deer, burros and lorakeets. If you're ever in Picacho Peak, AZ be sure to check the ostrich ranch out.
This was our vehicle for the outing. It was complete with a very fun, ostrich rancher tour guide who clearly loved being a woman driving a huge truck.
We saw nests in the wild. Guess what ladies? The male ostrich spends half the time watching over the nest as you see here.
And that thing about the ostrich with its head in the sand? Apparently, that is a myth that is based on the female ostrich turning the eggs in the next. Since the nest is a hole in the ground,from afar it looks like her head is buried in the sand.
We also got to go fishing for ostrich. Fishing in the desert? For ostrich? You take a large pole with a rope, some grapefruit, get on a tall platform, and watch them go to town fighting over the fruit.
It was a ton of fun and we got to see some great desert scenery too. When we got back we fed the ostrich, deer, burros and lorakeets. If you're ever in Picacho Peak, AZ be sure to check the ostrich ranch out.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
On Vacation
This week I am on vacation. I am so happy about this because I was getting to the point of desperately needing a change of scenery. We decided to head out of town for the desert for the weekend to get some sun and natural beauty. My good friend Hotwire found us a cheap deal on a hotel that looked decent, so we were feeling pretty good.
When we arrived at the hotel it seemed a bit dated in decor. But the room was clean, the bed was decent, and the staff was friendly so it wasn't bad. However, the parking situation was a bit bizarre. It involved parking in an adjoining parking garage that had several stories. The only way to get into the main parking areas was to enter the garage, make a sharp right turn, and then wind your way up this really narrow parking ramp that our small-mid size rental car could barely clear without scraping the walls.
I guess the garage was built when everyone drove a VW bug. Given that most people in the desert seem to prefer large SUVs and trucks, it seem like a bit of a mismatch. When you entered the garage there was a sign that stated that large trucks and vans should turn left and park on the ground floor.
So Saturday night we come in after dinner, coffee, and hanging out with a friend. As we enter the garage we are following a large Ford F-150 pickup truck. I figured it would hang a left, but no, it turned right and started towards the ramp. I gave them tons of room by hanging back, figuring they would simply see the tiny entrance to the ramp and reverse out of there. Wrong again. The truck tries to turn up the ramp and cannot swing wide enough to make the turn. Instead of stopping and backing out, the driver then tries to run the back wheels up onto the ramp and gets the left rear side of the truck stuck on the metal pylons. The roof of the cab got stuck again the low clearance roof in the front. It was a mess.
The occupants of said vehicle appeared to have had a lot to drink, so I assume our good friend alcohol contributed to the mess. They stood around, at a loss for what to do, and finally begun letting the air out of the tires. It looked like they were going to have several thousand dollars of body work damage when they finally got it out of there.
We reversed out and ended up parking in the large vehicle spots. A hotel maintenance guy had come out and told us to tell the front desk where we were parked due the the problem. The lady at the desk then informed us that we would get a ticket if we parked in the large vehicle spots and we need to move further into the garage. Our attempts to explain that a large truck was stuck and blocking the only entrance to the garage upper levels were meet with a confused stare. Finally, she told us we could just ignore the tow ticket that they would not tow us overnight. Um, okay.
The next morning the truck was removed from the ramp and nowhere in the lot. I guess they checked out early. More drama in the desert is still to come so stay tuned.
When we arrived at the hotel it seemed a bit dated in decor. But the room was clean, the bed was decent, and the staff was friendly so it wasn't bad. However, the parking situation was a bit bizarre. It involved parking in an adjoining parking garage that had several stories. The only way to get into the main parking areas was to enter the garage, make a sharp right turn, and then wind your way up this really narrow parking ramp that our small-mid size rental car could barely clear without scraping the walls.
I guess the garage was built when everyone drove a VW bug. Given that most people in the desert seem to prefer large SUVs and trucks, it seem like a bit of a mismatch. When you entered the garage there was a sign that stated that large trucks and vans should turn left and park on the ground floor.
So Saturday night we come in after dinner, coffee, and hanging out with a friend. As we enter the garage we are following a large Ford F-150 pickup truck. I figured it would hang a left, but no, it turned right and started towards the ramp. I gave them tons of room by hanging back, figuring they would simply see the tiny entrance to the ramp and reverse out of there. Wrong again. The truck tries to turn up the ramp and cannot swing wide enough to make the turn. Instead of stopping and backing out, the driver then tries to run the back wheels up onto the ramp and gets the left rear side of the truck stuck on the metal pylons. The roof of the cab got stuck again the low clearance roof in the front. It was a mess.
The occupants of said vehicle appeared to have had a lot to drink, so I assume our good friend alcohol contributed to the mess. They stood around, at a loss for what to do, and finally begun letting the air out of the tires. It looked like they were going to have several thousand dollars of body work damage when they finally got it out of there.
We reversed out and ended up parking in the large vehicle spots. A hotel maintenance guy had come out and told us to tell the front desk where we were parked due the the problem. The lady at the desk then informed us that we would get a ticket if we parked in the large vehicle spots and we need to move further into the garage. Our attempts to explain that a large truck was stuck and blocking the only entrance to the garage upper levels were meet with a confused stare. Finally, she told us we could just ignore the tow ticket that they would not tow us overnight. Um, okay.
The next morning the truck was removed from the ramp and nowhere in the lot. I guess they checked out early. More drama in the desert is still to come so stay tuned.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Bad Blogger
I just realized it has been a month since I last posted. Crazy.
Honestly, there has not been much to write about. Just a lot of work.
And not taking public transit everyday really cuts down on the fodder for entries.
Honestly, there has not been much to write about. Just a lot of work.
And not taking public transit everyday really cuts down on the fodder for entries.
Monday, September 8, 2008
At The Symphony
Things have been busy lately... new rotation, on-call this past weekend. Since I have had no life in the city to blog about, I figured I'd share this anecdote passed on by an older friend of my family.
Being a cultured individual, he attended a recent Sunday matinee at the symphony. If you've ever been to the symphony, especially on a weekend afternoon, you may have noticed that the average age of the patrons is definitely somewhere in the realm of breing, shall we say, well into the Medicare demographic. At the intermission he walked over to use the restroom. There was a crowd waiting by the door. Suddenly, as he got closer, he realized it was a line for the men's room. Yes, you read that right. There was a line for the men's room and not the women's room. He got in the line and waited. And waited. Somewhat amused and a bit indignant he turned to the guy in front of him, "why is there a line? This is unusual." The guy answered "look around at who's here. We're the prostate crowd."
Being a cultured individual, he attended a recent Sunday matinee at the symphony. If you've ever been to the symphony, especially on a weekend afternoon, you may have noticed that the average age of the patrons is definitely somewhere in the realm of breing, shall we say, well into the Medicare demographic. At the intermission he walked over to use the restroom. There was a crowd waiting by the door. Suddenly, as he got closer, he realized it was a line for the men's room. Yes, you read that right. There was a line for the men's room and not the women's room. He got in the line and waited. And waited. Somewhat amused and a bit indignant he turned to the guy in front of him, "why is there a line? This is unusual." The guy answered "look around at who's here. We're the prostate crowd."
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The Taming of the Rat
When exiting the train station I have come to recognize several homeless people who hang out near the entrance panhandling and selling "street sheet" newspapers. The other day I realized that one of them was selling her papers sitting down instead of standing as usual. In her lap was a large, dirty gray rat, the type that you see running along the train tracks. She was feeding it some bread and stroking it. It looks like she had been able to tame it and turn it into a pet. My hat is off to her because it must not have been easy.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Renovations
They have been renovating our building recently and making the hallways more modern and bright. Overall, the changes have been good because when we first moved in it was kind of dark and scary. But during this last week they re-did the elevator, which was circa the mid-1970's, and I am not sure the "new" elevator was a step in the right direction.
Basically, they put down some fake marble linoleum flooring and covered all of the elevator walls with this low-pile beige carpet. I have no issues with the floor because it looks a lot nicer. But with the elevator being as small and confined as it is, the soft beige walls now remind me of the solitary confinement rooms for decompensating patients that I saw in the inpatient psychiatric facilities during my 3rd year of medical school. It's a bit creepy. Oh well, I guess it's motivation to take the stairs and get some exercise.
Basically, they put down some fake marble linoleum flooring and covered all of the elevator walls with this low-pile beige carpet. I have no issues with the floor because it looks a lot nicer. But with the elevator being as small and confined as it is, the soft beige walls now remind me of the solitary confinement rooms for decompensating patients that I saw in the inpatient psychiatric facilities during my 3rd year of medical school. It's a bit creepy. Oh well, I guess it's motivation to take the stairs and get some exercise.
Monday, August 18, 2008
How My Brain Feels After Step 3 Day 1
Sorry for the lack of posts. I have hardly left the house for the past 4 days of cramming for Step 3. Today I took the first part and my brain feels like it just got spun silly by an ostrich. Yes, you read that right. Now check out this footage from one of my favorite events of all time: The Virginia City, NV Camel Races.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Heat and Steel
It was pretty hot here today. And the summer heat means that the buses are just miserable. I got out of the hospital a bit later than usual and found a crowd waiting at the bus stop. I know from experience that this points to a packed, steamy, miserable ride home. There were no buses in sight, so I walked a block back to the previous stop on the route. Soon enough the bus pulled up and I got one of the few remaining seats in the very stuffy back of the bus.
The back of the bus always has a distinctive odor. It's usually a mixture of body odor, cheap cologne, and stale cigarette smoke. Today was no exception, and there was even a strong alcohol smell overshadowing the usual suspects. I pulled out my book and tried to focus on reading while I wondered who on the vicinity smelled like they just fell out of a bar.
Within a couple of stops the bus was packed. A rather scruffy looking guy managed to elbow his way to the back through the crowd and someone got up and offered him a seat. The new arrival looked to be a bit mentally unstable as he sat down, muttered to himself, and started to dig through a big dirty backpack. Everyone around him went back to their respective activities... sort of.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the guy pulling something really shiny out of the backpack. I discretely glanced over and noted that he had pulled two large daggers out of the bag. That's right--daggers. These were real daggers, like mini-swords. They looked like they could cause extreme bodily harm. It seemed like everyone noticed the daggers at the same time. A tense feeling of silence fell over the back of the bus. Everyone looked away. What do you do in a situation like this? We all seemed to opt for remaining very quiet and sat still, trying not to look, while the guy played with the daggers. He rubbed them together, banged them around, ran the dull surfaces across his needle-tracked arms, and muttered the whole time.
After a few minutes of this I decided that I wanted off the bus at the next stop. Who knew what this guy could do. I figured I could easily make it out since I was between him and the door. All of a sudden, he jumped up and started down the aisle with his daggers. Everyone froze... and then he quietly exited the bus, daggers and all...
We all exhaled and resumed reading/listening to music/texting/etc. It was quite a day in the summer heat.
The back of the bus always has a distinctive odor. It's usually a mixture of body odor, cheap cologne, and stale cigarette smoke. Today was no exception, and there was even a strong alcohol smell overshadowing the usual suspects. I pulled out my book and tried to focus on reading while I wondered who on the vicinity smelled like they just fell out of a bar.
Within a couple of stops the bus was packed. A rather scruffy looking guy managed to elbow his way to the back through the crowd and someone got up and offered him a seat. The new arrival looked to be a bit mentally unstable as he sat down, muttered to himself, and started to dig through a big dirty backpack. Everyone around him went back to their respective activities... sort of.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I noticed the guy pulling something really shiny out of the backpack. I discretely glanced over and noted that he had pulled two large daggers out of the bag. That's right--daggers. These were real daggers, like mini-swords. They looked like they could cause extreme bodily harm. It seemed like everyone noticed the daggers at the same time. A tense feeling of silence fell over the back of the bus. Everyone looked away. What do you do in a situation like this? We all seemed to opt for remaining very quiet and sat still, trying not to look, while the guy played with the daggers. He rubbed them together, banged them around, ran the dull surfaces across his needle-tracked arms, and muttered the whole time.
After a few minutes of this I decided that I wanted off the bus at the next stop. Who knew what this guy could do. I figured I could easily make it out since I was between him and the door. All of a sudden, he jumped up and started down the aisle with his daggers. Everyone froze... and then he quietly exited the bus, daggers and all...
We all exhaled and resumed reading/listening to music/texting/etc. It was quite a day in the summer heat.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Urban Dictionary on Wheels
My daily bus ride has been a very educational experience this week. I have learned a ton of new vocabulary words by overhearing random conversations. It's so much better than Urban Dictionary because it's live and I get all the context and the players involved. Of course, I am guessing on some of the meanings based on context, so feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. Here are a couple of my new words relating to illegal activities.
"We got rapped the other night."
Rapped - got busted by the cops for doing something illegal
"How long is he gonna sit down for?"
Sit down - be in jail
And I knew that "snitch" was used as a noun for someone who rats someone else out. But I had not heard it as a verb until the other day.
"He started snitchin and got us rapped."
Told the cops about their illegal activities.
"We got rapped the other night."
Rapped - got busted by the cops for doing something illegal
"How long is he gonna sit down for?"
Sit down - be in jail
And I knew that "snitch" was used as a noun for someone who rats someone else out. But I had not heard it as a verb until the other day.
"He started snitchin and got us rapped."
Told the cops about their illegal activities.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Adventures in Gluten-Free Baking
Yesterday I had to give a journal club and bring in food. I made gluten-free brownies from a mix and everyone loved them. This success motivated me to bust out my gluten-free flour and cookbook and give some chocolate chip cookies from scratch a try. Supposedly, with the proper ratio of gluten-free flour and xanthan gum, you can follow a traditional wheat-based recipe with the same proportions of flour. We decided to take a trip back to childhood and make the recipe on the back of the Tollhouse chocolate chips.
The first clue that something might be amiss was probably the runny consistency of the batter after we followed the recipe to a T. Was it the Smart Balance Trans-fat free spread we used? Or was the gluten-free ratio just a bit off? Who knows. We plowed ahead and put teaspoonfuls of "dough" on the cookie sheet. Into the oven it went and within a few minutes we noted the "cookies" were running together a bit. By the time they came out 10 minutes later, they gave the term "cookie sheet" a whole new literal meaning. We had a sheet of chocolate chip cookie. It was rather hard to get off the pan and came out in big, flat chunks. Luckily, it tastes good, but is very aesthetically unpleasing.
We decided to bail on traditional cookies that that point since it was clear that they would not hold their shape. We dumped the remaining batter into well-greased a baking pan and created a cookie-brownie-cake sort of thing. Hopefully it will taste good. Better luck next time.
Update: it is yummy, like a very delicately textured brownie with excellent cookie flavor. And you can never go wrong with chocolate.
The first clue that something might be amiss was probably the runny consistency of the batter after we followed the recipe to a T. Was it the Smart Balance Trans-fat free spread we used? Or was the gluten-free ratio just a bit off? Who knows. We plowed ahead and put teaspoonfuls of "dough" on the cookie sheet. Into the oven it went and within a few minutes we noted the "cookies" were running together a bit. By the time they came out 10 minutes later, they gave the term "cookie sheet" a whole new literal meaning. We had a sheet of chocolate chip cookie. It was rather hard to get off the pan and came out in big, flat chunks. Luckily, it tastes good, but is very aesthetically unpleasing.
We decided to bail on traditional cookies that that point since it was clear that they would not hold their shape. We dumped the remaining batter into well-greased a baking pan and created a cookie-brownie-cake sort of thing. Hopefully it will taste good. Better luck next time.
Update: it is yummy, like a very delicately textured brownie with excellent cookie flavor. And you can never go wrong with chocolate.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Free Food
I get free meals at the hospital. Every morning I go through the line and get the same thing: 2 hard-boiled eggs. It is the only gluten-free thing they have that I can see besides the Gatorade and tired, tasteless apples brought out of storage from last winter. And every morning the lady who serves me the eggs says with surprise, "is that all? Are you sure? You're so tiny." Either she is determined to get me to gain the intern 15 before my rotation ends, or she is just baffled by my order after serving orders along the lines of "1 cheese omlette, 2 hashbrowns, 3 sausages, 3 strips of bacon, and a cinnamon bun, to go please." Just because you work at a hospital doesn't mean you eat healthy food.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Save The Tree Octopus
This site is hilarious. I love it. Apparently, it was made as part of an experiment where college students were asked to visit the site and evaluate whether it was a reliable source of information. You can see what the study showed in this article if you want.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Quote of the Day
On the bus:
Elderly-looking but probably only in her mid-50s toothless woman (to no one in particular): I like to shop at Big Lots. Love my Big Lots. They got some good deals and some rip-offs. I can get my Lite Beer for $4 for a 6-pack.
(long pause)
You gotta be careful though. Or else you can leave with $100 of stuff you didn't intend on buying.
Elderly-looking but probably only in her mid-50s toothless woman (to no one in particular): I like to shop at Big Lots. Love my Big Lots. They got some good deals and some rip-offs. I can get my Lite Beer for $4 for a 6-pack.
(long pause)
You gotta be careful though. Or else you can leave with $100 of stuff you didn't intend on buying.
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