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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I've decided to retire Nospe999 on Xanga, after 5.5 long years.  Starting up a new blog at:

girthitude.blogspot.com

Yes, Girthitude.  Rest in peace Xanga.

Quote from one of my favorite movies:
"But, I regret to inform you, that this is the end, I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell."


Wednesday, September 12, 2007

A few weeks ago, as I sat around procrastinating from my usual procrastinations, I tried google-stalking an old friend of mine from elementary school.  To label him as just "an old friend" is misleading, since we were best friends (I'm too old and too grouchy to use the term "BFF") from 3rd to 5th grade.  He is one of the pivotal people in my life responsible for my chameleon-esque integration into American society.  Had I, armed with only a cursory knowledge of the English alphabet, not met him on that fateful first day of school in 3rd grade, I would probably be a very different person right now - blasting around in a riced out Civic, blonde bangs covering my eyes, listening to korean pop.  Hey, an Accord with clear corners, short black hair, and a smattering of the korean classics (H.O.T.!) is quite an improvement...  Shut up, who asked you?! 

Anyway, I digress.

Previous attempts at locating Eric (that's his name) have failed miserably, since the only entry I found was a computer programmer in San Jose and I was fairly certain Eric didn't go out west and become a fat tub-of-lard.  Fortunately, this time around, I was successful.  The means through which he was located by google, however, were rather surprising to me.

www.walkaboutamerica.org

A non-profit organization dedicated to promoting cancer awareness in America, whose president walked from North Carolina to San Francisco (yes, walked) over 200+ days, raised over $20,000 for cancer research, and wrote/published a book detailing the experiences of his journey.  Did I mention the president's name is Eric?  What a coincidence!

After finding Eric's contact information, we exchanged a few emails.  You know, the usual "how have you been" kind of emails.  The amusing thing came when I asked him what he's been up to these last 15 or so years.  Eric wrote a long paragraph telling me about what he did after college, working in Europe, Las Vegas, then China, then starting this organization, walking across America, writing a (soon to be two) book(s), going on awareness promotional tours on college campuses nationwide, and generally being the type of person we only hear about on shows like Oprah, not that I watch such shows.  When he asked me what I've been up to, here's what I wrote back in response to the question, verbatim:

"Went to Stanford for undergraduate, did very little studying there, and graduated with a biology major.  Took a year off and worked at U. Maryland hospital up in Baltimore, and have been in med school up here for the last 3 years."

Here's a particularly relevant Simpsons quote to clarify what I'm trying to say here:

 comicguypoint
Comic Book Guy: "But, Aquaman, you cannot marry a woman without gills. You're from two different worlds!  ...Oh, I've wasted my life."

And now that I've wasted another 30 min of my life on Xanga, I think I'll go play some video games.  That or dye my hair blonde.

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Since there has already been a Simpsons quote in this entry, I will not end with another quote.  The Simpsons-quote-to-entry ratio must remain 1 to 1 to maintain balance in the universe.  Instead, I will end with a quick rant. 

Is it just me or are people saying "having said that" a little too much lately?  Sports commentators, politicians, business consultants, doctors, they all love using that transitional phrase.  Can't people just use the word "but?"  "Having said that" is just another way of padding everyday speech with useless fluff to make themselves sound smarter or hide the fact they're flip-flopping on an issue.  For example:

"I think blah blah blah is a great candidate because he is experienced, intelligent, and will speak out for underserved populations.  Having said that, I think he is a complete douchebag shouldn't be elected."

or

"The issues involve a complex array of integrated proactive synergistic relationships.  Having said that, the cromulence of the status quo embiggens us to fully comprehend the nature of the problem."


Monday, September 03, 2007

A short one:

I've done a lot of personal statement editing for many individuals in the last 2-3 weeks, and let me just say this - people who are going into specialties such as dermatology, opthalmology, and the like should just use this abridged version of a personal statement I've whipped up:

↑$ + ↓work =

Save the residency application readers some valuable time.
That is all.

Ralph: [whispering] Lisa, what's the answer to number seven?
Lisa: [whispering] Sorry, Ralph. That would defeat the purpose of testing as a means of student evaluation.
Ralph: [pauses] My cat's name is Mittens


Sunday, September 02, 2007

A long overdue entry, but since Xanga seems to have gone the way of the Dodo it doesn't make much difference does it?  Anyway, a few amusing anecdotes from my recent adventures back in world of productive society...

I just finished 2 out of 3 weeks of my pediatrics inpatient rotation, and there have been some memorable moments that I will share here.   For those people who know me it comes as no surprise that I'm terrible with kids.  I am completely deficient in the "baby cooing" gene, so usually the babies and I just have an extended staring contest until one of us bursts into tears.  I can't say I'm always victorious.

One day I'm walking in the pediatrics floor and notice a 3 to 4 yr old boy sitting in a fake metal-frame-car-looking contraption with an IV pole attached to the back.  The nurse pushing him around ducked off to do some work, so the car was "parked" on the side of the hallway.  As I approach the boy, I recognize him as one of the patients on our service (we'll call him "Z" for confidentiality purposes).  Z had one arm resting on the steering wheel, not unlike the poses you find from modern day rappers pimp-cruising down the street on their 22's (or is it 24's these days?)  Perhaps he was Ridin' Dirty looking for shorties up in club 5A.  Now what really amused me was that in his other hand he held a vanilla ice cream cone.  He turned around and saw me approaching, and I noticed that half his face was covered in ice cream.  Then the following exchange:

Me: "Are you waiting for your mom?"
Z: "Want ice cream?"
Me: "Yes, can I have some?"
Z: "I need more money."

A pimp, business savvy, and has a taste for sweets.  What a kid!  The story gets better...

Later on that day I bumped into Z again as he was standing by the entrance to his room.  He reached out his hand (either to ask for money or for a high-five), and I obliged with the latter.  He reached out again, and I gave him another high-five.  After a couple more exchanges of slaps, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an Oreo cookie and asked:

Z: "Want a cookie?"
Me: *speechless*

Unfortunately I had to turn down his delicious offer, but one indisputable fact was proven that day...
Coolest.  Kid.  Ever.

I must depart for now to rendez vous with the parental unit for the acquisition of delicious foods in Rockville.  I will hopefully return tonight to further regale you with tales from my recent adventures.  Bubye.

Marge: Homer, the plant called. They said if you don't show up tomorrow don't bother showing up on Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo. Four-day weekend!
(this Simpsons quote hits eerily close to home)


Wednesday, July 18, 2007


So much to say, so little readership to say it to - but hey, that's never stopped me before!  After spending a week in California and then 4 days in Vail over the last 2 weeks, I've finally returned from my whirlwind continental tour to recuperate in the discomforts of Baltimore.  A detailed quantum analysis of both the above trips will be provided as soon as I muster up the brain power to do each trip justice.  And by that I mean when I'm less hungover.  In the mean time, let's talk about movies.

It's been a pretty good summer for movies.  I will submit for you three topics for discussion:

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1. Ratatouille.  As stated previously in the last posting, Ratatouille is quite possibly one of the best movies I have had the pleasure of seeing in a long long time.  It has of course all the classic elements of an animated children's movie - cute characters (it's very hard to make disgusting rats cute, but I think they managed pretty well), some goofball gag comedy, beautiful computer graphics, and a good hearted message.  However, what really sets this movie apart is its subtlety and intelligence. 

It's so easy these days to get a cheap laugh by making current pop culture references (ie: the "Shrek" sequels, all of the "Scary Movie" movies) and pass it off as comedy.  Ratatouille sheds this hollow modern cinematic tendency and instead relies on good ol' fashioned story telling.  This is the sort of storytelling you can imagine a grandfather telling the kids on a snowy December evening huddled by the brick fireplace while drinking hot cocoa.  There's no EXTREME! sports, no product placement, no big name celebrity voices.  Even the computer graphics, while gorgeous, were understated and never in the foreground as the centerpiece of a scene.  In the scene where the main human and mouse characters first communicate, they sit next to La Seine underneath the moon and lamp light, the Parisian water gently flowing in the background.  It has a certain enchanting quality to it.  Oh la la.

People often wonder why I watch cartoons, because afterall, cartoons are for kids, right?  To me, animation is just another artistic medium, another tool in the storyteller's arsenal.  It's much harder for people to recognize the intelligence in an animated format.  Ratatouille is a classic example of what I'm talking about.  If you haven't seen the movie yet, don't read the following excerpt from a monologue at the end of the movie:

******Spoiler!******
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
******Spoiler End******

Intelligence, plain and simple, in both content and delivery.  This is not just a children's movie, I assure you, and you would be a fool to think so.  I challenge you to find comparable intellectual depth elsewhere in other movies, animated or not.

In summary, Ratatouille is possibly the best Pixar movie to date (there's still a soft spot in my heart for Monsters Inc...Mike Wazowski!) and quite possibly one of my favorite movies ever.  Go see this movie.  If you've seen it once, go see it again.

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2. Simpsons Movie.  While on the subject of intelligent animated features we come to exhibit B.  As you all know, I'm a huge Simpsons fan.  However, not all of you know that The Simpsons as a show is dead to me, and this movie is just another example of how the show has lost it.  It was painful watching the trailer for this movie in the theaters, watching what they've done to my favorite characters, parading them around like circus freakshows spouting off the garbage they call dialogue and writing.  There was a time when the Simpsons was intelligent (seasons 2-10), but that time has long passed and what remains is exactly the modern day tripe I was ranting about above.  How is it funny that Homer hits himself in the eye with a hammer?

I sat through that two minute trailer without even cracking a smile, and at the end I came again to the realization that The Simpsons needs to go the way of Old Yeller - a shotgun to the back of the head.  There was once a time when The Simpsons taught me everything I know about American culture and humor, but now the show is rabid and foaming at the mouth, infecting all who come in contact with it with stupidity.  Leave alone what little dignity the show has left and put the sad miserable creature out of its misery.  I will see the movie, of course, but as the comic book guy says, "rest assured that I [will be] on the Internet within minutes, registering my disgust throughout the world."

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3. Transformers.  What do you get when you mix the best movie in the history of time with a very bad movie?  This movie was incredible yet annoying at the same time.  However, my Y chromosome forbade me to dislike the movie, no matter how bad it got.  I mean, seriously, it has robots, cars (that turn into robots), explosions, a hot actress, jets (that also turn into robots), and more robots!  When Optimus Prime showed up on screen for the first time and transformed from the All American 18-wheeler into his robot form, I thought to myself "I can now die a happy man."  When Optimus Prime decapitated one of the Decepticons with an energy sword on his arm, I thought to myself "ok...there has to be a law out there that limits the amount of AWESOME a movie is allowed to contain."  Did I mention the movie has robots?  Robots that fight each other?

Unfortunately, Michael Bay is an idiot.  Mixed in with the AWESOME was a healthy dose of CRAPTACULAR.  I won't list all the negatives here, but here are a few of the more annoying points:

-Was it really necessary to take a cheap jab at President Bush in the middle of the movie?  Not that I'm a fan of the president, but Mr. Bay, if you're going to inject your political views into a movie, try to do it with more taste and skill next time.  I found your political jab to be distracting and quite frankly annoying, kind of like listening to nails on a chalkboard.
-Most of the dialogue in the movie spoken by humans was retarded.  That's all I have to say about that.
-Most of the human characters were retarded.
-Plot?  What plot?
-Apparently during a global crisis the good looking youth of the world will take over all important roles and will save the day with their vast lifetime of experience in leadership, decision making, and jawline/cheekbone sharpness.  All of the older adults will suddenly turn into bumbling idiots incapable of even using a spoon let alone run a country.
-The fat kid from Romeo Must Die will save the day with his goofy computer haxoring skillz.  This is the same guy who told Jet Li "Sometimes you win, and Dim Sum, you lose."  Best hacker in the world.  Right.

In conclusion, the movie is awesome.  Did I mention it has robots?

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That's all folks!

Marge: Homer! There's someone here who can help you...
Homer: Is it Batman?
Marge: No, he's a scientist.
Homer: Batman's a scientist?!
Marge: It's not Batman!



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