Tuesday, January 20, 2009

What I learn in medical school

So we were learning how to treat chronic sinusitis and a treatment was mentioned that caught my attention. I asked myself, "What is a Neti Pot?". Then, prepare to pee your pants, I found this... (I was in class, thus I couldn't listen to the audio... I highly recommend turning off your computer's sound!)

Thursday, January 15, 2009

I suppose I'm "buy" curious.

So I put a dollar in a box yesterday. Usually I don't like putting dollars into boxes because boxes don't compound returns on your investment. On my bike ride home I saw a row of houses that had little fruit stands. I quickly purveyed over the produce and chose the stand offering 10 pieces of grapefruit/lemons for a dollar. It was actually the last house on the row, but the picture I took was of the first stand I saw. They were offering 4 grapefruits for a dollar. Ummm... rip off.

So I packed my 8 lemons and 2 grapefruits into my knapsack and headed home. Luckily Lisha bought some lemons at the grocery store, and we have enough lemons to throw at people or to squeeze in each other's eyes as an act of love. Maybe we could use it to disinfect wounds? I don't know, they're not teaching us this in medical school, but I have a magical feeling it could work miracles.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

It is like there's a party in my mouth, and everyone's invited

Mushrooms. Tomatoes. Non-iceberg lettuce salads. Pesto. Spaghetti squash. Salmon. White fish. HEALTHY pizza. Panini sandwiches. Tomato soup. Tortilla soup. Homemade chicken pot pie.

I forgot that a person could eat like this. Before Lisha, I would come home, Foreman grill some chicken, sautee some green beans, and make some rice in my rice cooker and call it a day. I know, it doesn't sound bad... but I would do this everyday. I actually had a very good system to make this meal as quick as possible. Then I would eat it alone. Cry. And then go back to the library and study.

The list could go on about the things Lisha does to make life sweet, but I feel like I should post something more "replacement-friend-y". So here's something I have wanted to do. Here are a of my favorite listenings of 2008! These bands definitely did NOT all have releases this year. These are songs you would have heard if you took my headphones off and put them on your ears. And since I married a Spanish woman, I call it "¡AtenciĆ³n, Ocho!"

Fleet Foxes - English House
My Morning Jacket - Look at You
Sloan - Worried Now
The Most Serene Republic - Present of Future End
The Clientele - Since K Got Over Me
The Beach Boys - Vegetable
Vampire Weekend - Walcott
Bruce Springsteen - Jungleland

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I love you tower, but I hate who you are. You make bad choices.

I had a great visit to Provo over Christmas break. Everything was going great, I had just dominated in monopoly and I was heading to the car to head back to the Gs's house. Then... Jacob and I noticed the car was gone, and we saw a towing sign. I was so angry. I called the guy and I yelled at him pretty bad. He kept on saying, "call me back when you have calmed down" and I shouted back "NO I WANT MY CAR!!!" We had parked in a completely empty parking lot next to an apartment complex. We didn't park in the complex because University parking was controlling that lot so we thought we would be safer in the adjacent lot. It was outside of their jurisdiction but it was inside Express towing's jurisdiction. Once I got to the compound where our poor Hyundai Accent was wondering where it had gone, I approached the tower guy and started arguing some more. This is unconstitutional! They deprive you of your property without Due Process, it's plain theft! I wasn't getting anywhere, this guy was not going to give. What can you do? He has your car locked in his compound, and if you don't pay, you can't have your car. He kidnapped my car!! I ended up after that trying to just talk to the guy, see where he's from, what kind of experiences he has towing. I thought, hate the sin, love the sinner. Treat this guy like a homo. I thought, "you're a good guy probably deep down inside, but I hate so much what you do." That night I dreamed about throwing a brick in his window and burning his whole compound down. I was going to put a picture of a towing truck on this post, but I'm still pretty sensitive about the whole happening. This blog post is part of the healing process I think. I want to forgive you towing truck man, you are such a horibble person, but I would feel bad if somebody burned your compound down, however, only if you were in the compound as well and you died.