September 9, 2005

• Really, I should not be allowed in the anatomy lab, I have waaaay too
  much fun there. Today was more dissecting of the heart, basically
  cutting it up to examine the ventricular and atrial cavities from the
  inside (right after lunch! mmm mmm good!) and then dissecting the
  remainder of the posterior mediastinum to uncover the esophagus, aorta
  and trachea in that order.

  Of course since i am by far the most morbid in my group, I got the
  privilige of cutting the heart and came up with this little song.

  To the tune of Tearing up My Heart by some boy band

  Baby I don’t understand
  just what it is I’m doing
  but there’s a heart in my hands
  dissecting’s fun but baby we can’t learn

  lest you know
  so trust me and watch videos
  I am down (down) in the lab
  I can’t take it any more…

  I’m cutting up the heart
  as you can see
  left A-V valve has 2 cusps, right has 3
  and semilunar valves lead to great vessels
  that heart’s some muscle!

  Now picture me kinda doing a little hip shoulder swaying action singing
  this in the anatomy lab holding a human heart in my hands.
  Disrespectful, you say? pish-tosh…I have nothing but the utmost
  respect for Charles, who was being a rather good sport about it, but
  who says learning can’t be fun?

  Damn Skippy. So far My group has come up with a song to sing for every
  body part we dissect and I will keep you guys informed, I promise

  And now more online time wasters!

  Tagged

  Tagged by no one in particular, but stolen from SingingMonkey12
  

  10 years ago:  Age 14. Just starting high
  school. Still a bit of a misfit, but learning that humor makes friends
  and fends off foes. Shy as all get out having not yet discovered
  performance as an outlet for my weirdness. Not getting along with my
  younger brother and teasing him mercilessly like the horrible person I
  was back in the day. Fairly high strung, and looking for my
  place…think dazed and confused, but alcohol and drug free

  5 years ago:  Age 19. Just beginning college
  and thinking it would be just like what the movies told me…I would in
  short order gain a best friend, girlfriend, live in a giant dorm room
  and spend all day sitting out in the quad smoking pot. Not entirely
  that far from the truth. Began smoking the wacky tobakky on a regualr
  basis at this time. Met my very first college roomates. 3 of whom I
  suspect I will be friends with for the rest of my life, and 1 who wants
  to beat me down should he ever catch me alone. (I mocked him for
  turning a girl lesbian) Dated the one girl I had ever purposely made
  cry (hey, she broke up with me half an hour before my final exam and
  then asked out my roomate while I was taking it…this was not totally
  unjustified) but did not get very far physically with her. Had gained a
  great deal of confidence in myself in every area except that of
  relationships, and knew professionally that I wanted to be in medicine.
  Began getting interested in Japanese Language in addition to food and
  weapons. The asian fetish, as it were began to pick up steam

  1 year ago:  Age 23. Struggling through the AP
  program right before the first set of exams, hoping to god I would do
  well enough to make it into actual med school, that I hadn’t thrown
  away how many years of my life. Had recently ended a one year
  relationship but remained on good terms with the girl (now, who
  knows?). Was still able to have my dad reassure me about my fears of
  failing and tell corny jokes, given that he was alive and would be for
  approximately one more month before succumbing to a massive heart
  attack right before I took my finals

  Yesterday:  Age 24. Studied as a medical
  student. Went to class. Hosted a physio review session as a T.A., all
  that hard work having paid off. Watched the OC season 3 premiere.
  Talked with the attractive AP. Worked out with friends in the gym.
  learned to bhangra (indian dancing) at 1 in the morning. Went to bed
  thinking how much life has changed, how far I have come and still have
  left to go, and realizing on the whole, I am happy with my life

  5 snacks I enjoy:
  *  Pie-any kind
  *  Boba
  *  Potato Chips
  *  Hummus
  *  crunchy rice

  5 songs I know all the words to:
  * I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys
  *  End of the world as we know it by REM
  *  Maria Maria by Carlos Santana
  * Wordplay by Jason Mraz
  *  Caress me Down by Sublime

  5 things I would do with 100 million dollars:
  *  Pay off my Med School Loans and my brother’s film school loans
  * 
  Create scholarships in my Father’s name in robotics, my brothers in
  Film, my Mothers in culinary, and mine in something or other
  *  Purchase real estate in any country I may consider living in
  * 
  Go with my close friends on a fancy around-the-world trip where we
  try everything any country has to offer from skydiving to spelunking to
  whatever
  *  I guess I should save some for later & invest or something…  (yah adapted from Singing Monkey but they are good ideas)

  5 things I would never wear:
  *  a tongue or genital piercing
  past that, anything is pretty much fair game

  5 bad habits:
  *  Lying in bed after alarm has gone off for 10 minutes every morning
  *  spreading myself too thin
  *  speaking before thinking
  *  i suppose narcotics would technically fall under this list, but I have given most up
  *  ending all phone calls within 10 minutes

  5 favorite toys:
  *  Dell Inspiron
  *  Zen Touch mp3 player
  *  modified XBOX
  *  A pen with which i can spin around my fingers
  *  Sony Cybershot DSC P72 camera

  5 people to tag:
  Mary
  Kelly
  Jenn
  Ken
  Grrsh
  

  So fill it out people, I am
  curious! And dont feel left out vinh, i would tag you but i recall how
  lazy you are about these things

  In the news…our wonderful
  administration with it’s incredibly competent officials is so on top of
  this hurricane katrina thing that we can totally afford to just ignore or outright refuse help from other countries. Cuz we’re America Dammit! we’re number one and don’t oyu forget it

  but perhaps I am being too
  harsh. After all, congress did just approve 51.8 billion in additional
  funding for Katrina relief which will certainly help. Of course almost
  all of it is going to FEMA
  for distribution. You know, because theyvve handled everything so well
  up to this point. (disaster recovery after all, is just like probing horse ass)
  And I’m sure they will be fair and efficient about who they give the
  money to, and the federal contractors who get the work will be
  completely fair when they pay the locals they hire, despite the fact
  that they don’t legally have to pay the prevailing wage anymore

  But don’t worry residents! Fafblog has come to your rescue with a  do it yourself emergency management guide!

  And here is the George Bush Don’t like black people remix of Kanye West’s Golddigger.Distribute away!

  And just a little more…

  Friday, September 2nd, 2005

  Dear Mr. Bush:

  Any
  idea where all our helicopters are? It’s Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and
  thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted.
  Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do
  you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot.
  Man, was that a drag.

  Also,
  any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use
  them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping
  with national disasters. How come they weren’t there to begin with?

  Last
  Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of
  Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then
  but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there
  were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this
  storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody
  tell you? I know you didn’t want to interrupt your vacation and I know
  how you don’t like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to
  and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!

  I
  especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to
  Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps.
  Don’t let people criticize you for this — after all, the hurricane was
  over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?

  And
  don’t listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you
  specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers’ budget for New
  Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them
  that even if you hadn’t cut the money to fix those levees, there
  weren’t going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you
  had a much more important construction job for them — BUILDING
  DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!

  On
  Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was
  moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds
  as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the
  disaster. Hey, I know you couldn’t stop and grab a bullhorn and stand
  on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.
  

  There
  will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it
  against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to
  nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen
  because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter
  making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global
  warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane
  that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched
  from New York to Cleveland.

  No,
  Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It’s not your fault that 30 percent
  of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no
  transportation to get out of town. C’mon, they’re black! I mean, it’s
  not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white
  people on their roofs for five days? Don’t make me laugh! Race has
  nothing — NOTHING — to do with this!

  You
  hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters
  and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf
  Coast are near Tikrit.

  Yours,

  Michael Moore
  

  And that ought to do it
  

  -J
  

  Josh is Histo-rific
  

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