In the words of Ice Cube, Today was a good day. I got my grub on, but didnt pig out. I did not however get a call from a girl named kim who can go all night. However, I did go to a party with my brother and pick up a girl there. One whom, again in the words of the great poet, i would not mind “digging out”
Oh ice cube, you sassy bard you.
What i dont understand is what the heck is wrong with chicago. How come every time i leave the state of illinois, i manage to secure some play, or at least find a decent scrimmage in terms of femal interactions, but once i am back in med school, its like any abilities i have are instantly lost.
*rereads the line, back in med school*
oh. nevermind then.
Well, anyhoo, it is a little pre-emptive, but once again here is the internet meme, year in review. Take the first paragraph of the first post of each month from the last year, and post it. Groovy. Or here is a link to last years, where it was the first and last sentence of each post in the month
Jan:
So you all know what the baggage claims look like at the airport? with
the circular conveyor belts that drop your luggage and then disappear
behind rubber flaps until they come out for another round?
i have always wondered what is behind those flaps, and in my dream i
climbed up onto one of the belts lookinf for bahrams luggage and the
belt took me behind the flap, and what do you think i saw?
a willy wonka-esque wonderland, replete with oompa loompa baggage handlers, who were singing :
where in the world did your luggage get lost?
we do not know because the bags we toss
you may be here, but your suitcase is there
and now you have no un-der-wear
you’ll have to go commando!
Feb: I actually dreamt that i fell asleep in a cadaver tank and didnt wake up til someone opened it up to study. creepy
Mar: At last I am finally getting around to posting about my japan trip.
Photos were done a little differently this time. Since I took around
600, it will be damn near forever before they get up on the usual
picture site. Instead, they are all posted in albums under my yahoo
account.
So go to www.photos.yahoo.com/rveblade and just search through my
various albums to see the parts I am talking about. I will also even
post a few photos here.
Apr: So Andy and I decided to walk from takashimaya back to shinjuku to grab
some kujira for dinner. On the way, Andy wanted to show me one of his
favorite places in tokyo, and gave me an impromptu photography lesson.
May: I’m always surprised at what interesting e-mails I receive.
“You girl is unsatisfied with your potency,” states one subject line in
a very authoritative tone. This excites and concerns me. First,
excitement – I thought I was single, but apparently I am not. I hoped
to find her name and contact information in the text body, but no such
luck. Second, concern – I unknowingly have potency problems? This
doesn’t seem like a professional manner of breaking the news. However,
there is a link, that if clicked on, promises me she won’t leave me for
another man. Another e-mail is offering me an opportunity to refinance my
house. Once again two things I am unaware of: Apparently I have a house
that I have already financed once. This house must be where Amber (i hope that is her name) is. No hint of the house location was given.
Jun: in the beginning i thought i was a muggle
but voldemort is back and now i’m caught up in the struggle
i don’t need no love potion to get me these hoes
i went right out of hogwarts straight into the pros
it’s like
if you try to mess with me, i’ll hit you with a confundus
you know me and ron weasly mother fucking run dis.
just me and my boys and my boys have got my back
remus lupin and sirius black
even draco malfoy had to get to steppin’
’cause i found out that prophecy was voldemort’s secret weapon!
even though i crashed into the whomping willow tree
snape is teaching me to be l33t at occlumency
Jul:Early in the morning, my mom, bro, and I swung by the
friendship store (yes, it really IS called that, and they are actually pretty
friendly) and the silk market to browse around for tchotckes and other tourist
crap. The silk market is, as they say, the shit. On the one hand,
I feel bad knowing that the reason I am getting all these ridiculousy good
prices and shopkeepers willing to bargain is because of sweatshop labor, but on
the other my participation or lack thereof in the process is not going to
change any of china’s human labor laws, especially when there are hundreds of
stores in the silk market and even more people buying from them…sorry PHR, but
I will have to settle for feeling guilty in a badass yet cheap silk suit ($85,
when standard is around $280…ya damn right) The silk market sells everything
from suits to weapons to art and electronics…I am going to buy a lot of crap
there, I just know it.
Aug: great leprechauns of lebanon. i may have to revise my first estimate for posting china pics, folks
of course i am sure you are saying by this point, that’s okay josh, as
we were not actually reading your site anyway since you dont bother to
update anymore. There is something so frustrating about studying in the sense that at
the end of the day, you have no tangible evidence that you have
accomplished anything. I mean, if you install a new showerhead, or air
conditioner (both of which i did this week) or even cook a meal, you
have something to show for it at the end. With studying however, you
sit there and read and read and the next morning you have no clue if
anything that you saw will seem familiar or be remembered…dang.
Sep: I just learned the other day that the Mongols used to drink their horses’ blood when there was no food to be plundered. As in: Mongol
raider: hmm, tough day of looting and pillaging today guys, and the
damn chinese still have that wall up, so we can’t get takeout -looks
like we are going to have to eat our transportation.Hey horse, stand
still a minute That’s pretty badass…and
also much harder to do with a civic. Although I suppose siphoning gas
might come close, if i used said gas to go to the grocery store I
mean, talk about oppression, this is ACTUALLY drinking the blood of the
workers. Cart around some guy all day and then he goes vampire on your
ass! The nerve!
Oct: It sure was nice not to know anything. Those days are long
gone. Before medical school-or even just last year-I didn’t know a
thing about disease. What makes you sick, how you can die, how your body can
fail on you. And now that I do, it’s a frightening knowledge. With every new organ we study, I basically learn
more ways
that I can die. More things that can go wrong, more ways that I can get
sick,
more complications and symptoms I could have in the future. First with
the
heart, you can have a heart attack. Duh. But you can also have sudden
death-your heart just stops. Or you could have a clot that you have no
clue
about go to your brain or your lungs or anywhere else and kill you.
Then with
the lungs, there’s a ton of really nasty diseases that end up in
honeycomb
lung. Or you can get a number of respiratory infections that’ll do you
in. Then
onto the kidneys. Plenty of ways those can just stop out of nowhere. or
there’s GI, with cancer everywhere. (What’s worse, a significant number
of
these diseases are what medicine likes to call “idiopathic.” That
basically
means no one has a freaking clue what causes them.)
Nov: picking up right where we left off, i swear, the next stop on the
china trip was a foray to the temple of heavenly harvest, aka Temple of
Heaven. You gotta hand it to the chinese, they know how to name their
monuments The Temple of Heaven, literally the Altar of Heaven (天坛), is a complex of Taoist buildings situated in southeastern urban Beijing, in Xuanwu District. Construction of the complex began in 1420, and was thereafter visited by all subsequent Emperors of the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is regarded as a Taoist temple
Dec:
Well there you have it folks, another year of Josh in review
I did however average
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