24 March 2009
22 March 2009
bum bum bah bummmmm
Critical failure! I spent pretty much the whole day studying today. I completely forgot to blog.
Ah well, I wasn't doing too well anyway. I tried. I really did.
I guess I fail this BuBloPoFo. Maybe next year?
Maybe not.
Ah well, I wasn't doing too well anyway. I tried. I really did.
I guess I fail this BuBloPoFo. Maybe next year?
Maybe not.
20 March 2009
freeeeedom
Crap.
Now I have too much freedom.
Okay, after a few days of admittedly awful blog posts, I have every intention of sitting down to write a serious blog post. But I can't think of a damn thing to write about.
I think this is one of the reasons I blog so infrequently. I rarely, if ever, feel like I have anything of any particular note to say. I guess with all the other outlets that exist (Facebook, flickr, Twitter, Yelp, google reader), I've gotten used to communicating in snippets, 140-ish characters, and photos. I mean, I spend most of my day learning or studying, riveting conversations are far from common.
And I wonder why I have a hard time talking sometimes.
Well, it's a Friday night, I had to leave my previous study den because they were having a casino night there (yes, a normal person may have stayed). So I sit at a local coffee shop listening to the most mentally unobtrusive music I have while pondering what to do with my future (both long term as well as the upcoming summer).
What to do with my life? Endocrinology seems like it might be interesting. It seems that, like oncology (another interest of mine), it might be too much research though. I'm kind of over working in labs. My masters program at RPCI was pretty awesome, but the research end is not exactly where I want to be. Radiology? I'd do it in a heartbeat but, damn, is it hard to get in to.
Hrm, I suppose if I do want to be a radiologist. Or to even pass medical school, I should get back to work.
Well, it's another rambling, but slightly more coherent post. Good gods, my grammar is suffering too. I used to be a decent writer.
Use it or loose it, as they say.
Now I have too much freedom.
Okay, after a few days of admittedly awful blog posts, I have every intention of sitting down to write a serious blog post. But I can't think of a damn thing to write about.
I think this is one of the reasons I blog so infrequently. I rarely, if ever, feel like I have anything of any particular note to say. I guess with all the other outlets that exist (Facebook, flickr, Twitter, Yelp, google reader), I've gotten used to communicating in snippets, 140-ish characters, and photos. I mean, I spend most of my day learning or studying, riveting conversations are far from common.
And I wonder why I have a hard time talking sometimes.
Well, it's a Friday night, I had to leave my previous study den because they were having a casino night there (yes, a normal person may have stayed). So I sit at a local coffee shop listening to the most mentally unobtrusive music I have while pondering what to do with my future (both long term as well as the upcoming summer).
What to do with my life? Endocrinology seems like it might be interesting. It seems that, like oncology (another interest of mine), it might be too much research though. I'm kind of over working in labs. My masters program at RPCI was pretty awesome, but the research end is not exactly where I want to be. Radiology? I'd do it in a heartbeat but, damn, is it hard to get in to.
Hrm, I suppose if I do want to be a radiologist. Or to even pass medical school, I should get back to work.
Well, it's another rambling, but slightly more coherent post. Good gods, my grammar is suffering too. I used to be a decent writer.
Use it or loose it, as they say.
19 March 2009
Oh the places I've been.
Okay, I'm not really motivated to talk about the places I've lived. I've lived a few places and they're all pretty interesting. But, as I suspect, only to me.
Instead....well, I don't really have a good topic to blog about. And I'm not really in the "writing" mood. It's funny, really, but I feel really motivated to work on memorizing the structures of the brain right now. Obviously, studying isn't something that most people find "fun", but somehow people enjoy learning. I suspect it comes from a certain distaste for being forced to study certain things rather than a free form study-whatever-you-want.
Good gods, I think my writing is actually getting worse. This does not bode well for the next ten days...
Instead....well, I don't really have a good topic to blog about. And I'm not really in the "writing" mood. It's funny, really, but I feel really motivated to work on memorizing the structures of the brain right now. Obviously, studying isn't something that most people find "fun", but somehow people enjoy learning. I suspect it comes from a certain distaste for being forced to study certain things rather than a free form study-whatever-you-want.
Good gods, I think my writing is actually getting worse. This does not bode well for the next ten days...
18 March 2009
Fame!
Argh! Actors! Pop culture! One of the subjects I am wholly ignorant upon.
I know I have friends who act. Hell, my girlfriend acts. But I have to say, I despise the hollywood/music/sports star-obsession that goes on.
I've tried to formulate just how much I hate it, but I just can't put it into words. They're a bunch of people who get way too much money and attention for doing jack-shite. Some of them run around a patch of land doing things with other guys (usually). Some of them play pretend in front of a camera and are really just puppets with dozens of hands up their ass. Seriously, though; writers, producers, and cameramen do the real work. Your average hollywood starlet is just a vapid painted face that can do what they're told well. You know what, there are plenty of hookers that can do the same. And don't pull any of that "piece of work" crap on me. Any schmuck can jump in and out of character if someone can yell "cut" if things go wrong. You know what kind of actors impress me? Those that perform live theater. Okay, improv comedians are the most impressive. Well, the good ones, anyway. If you have to do that crap live, I'm a little more impressed. And I won't even start on the musician image.
Okay, I gotta stop ranting.
I just think there are a lot of other places money should go than to 70 year old artists who charge over $100 dollars a seat for their shows.
Maybe if a quarter of it went to teachers, people wouldn't have to put these asshats up on pedestals.
No more ranting, I'm barely coherent now.
I know I have friends who act. Hell, my girlfriend acts. But I have to say, I despise the hollywood/music/sports star-obsession that goes on.
I've tried to formulate just how much I hate it, but I just can't put it into words. They're a bunch of people who get way too much money and attention for doing jack-shite. Some of them run around a patch of land doing things with other guys (usually). Some of them play pretend in front of a camera and are really just puppets with dozens of hands up their ass. Seriously, though; writers, producers, and cameramen do the real work. Your average hollywood starlet is just a vapid painted face that can do what they're told well. You know what, there are plenty of hookers that can do the same. And don't pull any of that "piece of work" crap on me. Any schmuck can jump in and out of character if someone can yell "cut" if things go wrong. You know what kind of actors impress me? Those that perform live theater. Okay, improv comedians are the most impressive. Well, the good ones, anyway. If you have to do that crap live, I'm a little more impressed. And I won't even start on the musician image.
Okay, I gotta stop ranting.
I just think there are a lot of other places money should go than to 70 year old artists who charge over $100 dollars a seat for their shows.
Maybe if a quarter of it went to teachers, people wouldn't have to put these asshats up on pedestals.
No more ranting, I'm barely coherent now.
17 March 2009
Little extra bragging
Anyway, anyone who has seen my Twitter feed (link in the sidebar) has
probably seen me rant about coffee lids. Suffice it to say, I think
that coffee lid technology is way behind the times. I hate walking
around or taking a turn when driving and having the coffee splash out
the OPEN lid on these things.
Anyway, it finally occurred to me how to fix this.
It's MEEEEE!
It's Day 4 of BBPF9 and I'm skipping class to write this blog entry.
Okay, that's not wholly true. I'm skipping class because I really don't want to listen to another lecture on immunology that I heard slightly less than a year ago back at UB. That being said, I'm not going to brag about being smart or getting into medical school. The first is only true for a certain, very specific value of "smart", the latter not being that difficult (there are plenty of schmucks here and in the professional field). While I'm also pretty good on the minigun in Gears of War, I don't really think I need to brag about that (it's just obvious). I'm realizing I'm good at networking and organization of groups of people, but it's still a new and fairly ephemeral talent and I can't blog about it. So what can I brag about?
I am a damn good photographer.
This is my friend Pam. Pam is trying to decide if she's going to donate her hair to Lock of Love. She wants to, but being here, in line for the stylist to put her under the scissors? It's not so easy. So Pam debates.
See? You see all of that in the photo. I'm not the most creative photographer, but I feel I'm good at getting images of people. It's a talent that's earned me quite a bit of fame and recognition around here (and now, some $$$ too). I like it. I'd never want to do it for a living, but I'm good and I'm damn well gonna brag about it.
Okay, that's not wholly true. I'm skipping class because I really don't want to listen to another lecture on immunology that I heard slightly less than a year ago back at UB. That being said, I'm not going to brag about being smart or getting into medical school. The first is only true for a certain, very specific value of "smart", the latter not being that difficult (there are plenty of schmucks here and in the professional field). While I'm also pretty good on the minigun in Gears of War, I don't really think I need to brag about that (it's just obvious). I'm realizing I'm good at networking and organization of groups of people, but it's still a new and fairly ephemeral talent and I can't blog about it. So what can I brag about?
I am a damn good photographer.
This is my friend Pam. Pam is trying to decide if she's going to donate her hair to Lock of Love. She wants to, but being here, in line for the stylist to put her under the scissors? It's not so easy. So Pam debates.
See? You see all of that in the photo. I'm not the most creative photographer, but I feel I'm good at getting images of people. It's a talent that's earned me quite a bit of fame and recognition around here (and now, some $$$ too). I like it. I'd never want to do it for a living, but I'm good and I'm damn well gonna brag about it.
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