The Empire State…

Walking the Brooklyn Bridge…

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The joys of bipolar weather patterns…

After a weekend of snow, the climate suddenly shifted to beautiful weather that permits me to sit here with the window wide open while drinking a beer. Mind you, it’s still a porter, but I can sense the IPAs and Polish horseshoes approaching quickly.

I’m sneaking around the studio with my iPod on because Christie is sick in bed. She crashed around 7:30pm. Fatigued with a fever. I quietly scrubbed my bike clean following a sloppy-melting-snow-and-mud-splattering ride out to the beach. I did the dishes. Now I suppose I’ll read for a few hours.

I must recommend the new Andrew Bird album Armchair Apocrypha. I loved his last album, but this record is lyrically amazing. The music is amazing as well, but that is a given. The man can whistle, rock the violin, and fumble on the guitar. And he does them all at his live shows – slowly building the music through recorded loops.

I’ll be back in Portland a week from tomorrow… can’t wait.

Hiking Bear Mountain…

I ventured 50 miles out of the city today to climb Bear Mountain with a friend. It wasn’t anything too strenuous… the summit is a tame 1300′ feet. It was fun to tumble through the snow on the way down.

Other than that, nothing much new. Starting radiology tomorrow.

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Winter’s back…

We got 4-5 inches of snow overnight… luckily it’s already starting to melt. I took the new ‘cross bike out for a spin and struggled through the slush.

A great day for a run…

Sunny and in the low 40s in pretty ideal weather for running. That’s what we were greeted with at the run today. Also… when did Central Park get so many hills?

Does anyone else out there use NikePlus? I’ve been using it since August and am a huge fan. I just started a group challenge among a bunch of friends, so if you want in, leave a note.

In preparation for an ass-kicking…

After suffering through a nasty URI for the past week, I am going to go ahead and race a 15K that I signed up for awhile back.

Prior to this cold, I was running 7.5 miles without much issue. With any luck, I wont be too sore after this jaunt through Central Park.

Funny…

“Perhaps My Pickup Lines Need Help” by Frank Ferri

If I were diabetic—and, judging by my family history, my eating habits, and my elevated fasting glucose levels, chances are good that I am well on my way—and I were to eat you (again, not in an improper way but in an honest-to-goodness-my-blood-sugar-is-dropping-and-I-really-need-to-eat-something-fast way), there would be a good chance that after just one nibble of you, my pancreas would experience such a shock and my sugar levels would soar to such astronomical levels that I would enter a state of hyperglycemia and would suffer the related horrible effects, culminating in a hyperosmolar nonketotic coma, which means that I would be in severe trouble should you not take me to the emergency room immediately—but it would all be worth it, as long as I came out of it relatively unharmed—and I would have a second nibble, for your sweetness is an elixir that I could not live without, no matter the risks.

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Mapping the future…

I finished surgery in early February. It is the first rotation that left the indelible impression that there is no way in hell that I could do that. Not to say that there is nothing attractive about the profession. It is amazing that they can take ill people with a surgical problem, cut them open, repair, sew them up, and the patient recovers. It’s an undeniably powerful and important trade. Not for me, though.

Internal medicine, however, is the one for me. After that, I imagine I’ll go after an infectious disease or some other specialty. I remain interested in cardiology, GI and rheumatology as well.

With this realization, I met with the dean of students at my school the other day in an attempt to map out the next 5-6 years of my life. His response to my desire to head back to the NW was “OH SHIT” with a frustrated head-shake. It is tough to get back West. It’s also tough to leave NYC and the New England area since there is a wealth of amazing residencies that would be far easier to get into. However, I’ve drawn an imaginary triangle encompassing San Francisco, Seattle, and Colorado. I will try to land somewhere in between. Life is complicated.

Updates…

I’m a worthless custodian of this waste of internet tubage site.  A shitload of events have occurred in the past 3-4 months, and yet I don’t have the common decency to write a single thing.

I’ll write more later…