Thursday, November 19, 2009

Culinary Delights

After nearly a semester of dissecting a cadaver, it's safe to say that my culinary horizons have narrowed slightly thanks to the sights, smells, sounds, and tactile experiences I've gained. Recently, I had to really coach myself through some tasty carne asada; so I guess that beef is probably off the list for a while.

Based on today's lab where we removed the GI tract and opened various structures, I can firmly say that I'll be hesitant to make a meal of only Oreos and pesto sauce.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Heal Me, Nature

Still licking my wounds, I headed into the canyon for a little "me" time to get away from things and to put something in front of my face that wasn't ink on a page. So, I headed into the river canyon for a short hike to get away from things, climb a ridge, and get a fresher perspective.

I drove fast in the canyon, leaning into the curves, glimpsing the river down below, seeing the rain clouds move in from the horizon. On reaching the trailhead, I ditched the car, grabbed my gear and heading across the river and into the thicket. I picked the steepest trail that I could find and attacked it. Within five minutes, my legs were throbbing and my lungs were on fire. I pushed onward, upward and, eventually, was rewarded with fantastic view of the canyon.

On the plateau, I lost the trail but managed to pick up a game trail and follow it for a while. Ten minutes later, when I was precariously perched on the seriously steep mountain side, I realized that I was not and had never been a mountain goat capable of comfortably walking on such stupidly sloped mountains. Carefully, I picked my way along the hillside for the next thirty minutes, pausing often, shooting some pics, and scouting my route. Eventually, I worked my way around the canyon and back to some landmarks that I'd noted that were on a proper footpath. Then, with quivering legs, I headed back to the car. I left the parking lot as the rain moved in and drove home tired and happy.

Friday, November 06, 2009

That Stung a Little*

*By "Stung a Little," I mean that it knocked me on my ass and hurt me badly. A brief rundown...

Community and Behavioral Medicine:

I'm in the white trunks.

Medical Microbiology
Here I am, taking the hit.

Once again, I'm on the bad end of the business.

Medical Physiology
That's me in the role of Marcellus Wallace.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

The Beauty of Sleep Deprivation

While shower this morning, my sleep-deprived brain took made the jump from "I need to shave" to "Billy Mays had a strange beard" to "I wonder how much cocaine he did?" to "what if he was in 'Scarface' as Tony Montana?" to me actually doing the final scene in Mays' pitch man style.

Dress it up with a little Mays' flair...

Do you want to play games? I bet you do; the good new is that I'll play with you!
Do you like to play rough? Have I got a surprise for you!
Say 'hello' to My Little Friend(TM)!

Comedy gold.
(Comparison photo not available, obviously.)

Call me Hollywood ... before I get some sleep.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Friday Nears.

Awesome. Can't wait.

Yep...this about sums it up.