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Archive for September, 2005

Thursday, September 29th 2005


You stare at the biochemistry book, at your cadaver and marvel at the complexity. Surely, this is evidence of a higher power.

You stare at the biochemistry book, at your cadaver and scratch your head at the complexity. No wonder this stupid system breaks; how much simpler and functional this could be.

Sunday, September 25th 2005

On God's Time

An economist gets a chance to talk with God.
“Lord,” the economist says. “The scripture tells us that a thousand years is but like a second to you. Is that true?”
“Yes,” God says.
“Then, would a million dollars be like a penny to you?”
“Yes,” God says again.
“God, I haven’t asked for much in my life and I was wondering if I could have one of your pennies.” The economist asks.
God replys, “Wait here a minute.”

Saturday, September 24th 2005

Greatest Team Ever?

Is it too early to be calling USC the greatest team ever? Probably. Considering our defense, even when we become the first team to win back-to-back-to-back championships there will be those who never admit we’re the greatest team ever. That’s fine, the championships and stats speak for themselves.

What it is not too early to be speaking about is the fact that we’re witnessing one of the best, and probably THE best, college football offense EVER. Not that our defense is bad, it certainly isn’t. It’s good, but not great. However, relative to our offense any defense would sort of look like a “weak point”.

Saturday, September 24th 2005

Candlelight Vigil

I went to a candlelight vigil to reflect on the donations to the Willed Body Program at my school that have made the Gross Anatomy course possible. One of my classmates brought his daughter who must be right around 3. Absolutely beautiful kid, lively and running around (to the embarrassment of her parents). It was simply a nice contrast — life & death, circle of life, cliche, cliche, etc.

Saturday, September 24th 2005

Worth It?

Avastin has a HIGH prevalence for causing serious tears in the users intestinal tract. This is a shame since this drug had enough publicity for even me to have heard of it. Major side effects like this, especially for groundbreaking and novel drugs are very likely; I certainly don’t think such a risk means patients cannot give ‘informed consent’. The drug is still a viable option in the fight against some types of cancer, it just needs to be used with more caution.

Friday, September 23rd 2005


He got what he wanted.
Nothing of surprise.
Except he cried;
To explain it?
A problem, a challenge.
And you question,
its worth; the effort.
Let him smile
with tears.
Serves him well.
And you not worry.
Not question.
There is nothing more
to give him.
So, that’s not
what troubles him.
He speaks like it does.
For that’s his voice.
Whine and screech.
And advocate.
But not teach.
And choke on a silver spoon.
He wants respect,
he deserves.
Let him earn it.
He hasn’t.
So, he sighs;
and comes closer to it.
Of course not.
He smiles;
and comes closer to it.
But he does.
But it is faked,
and you read it,
and know it is untrue,
and he gets
what he wanted
and cries;

- Physiology Class, 9/21/05

Sunday, September 18th 2005

I Like Monkeys

From I Am Bored.

This is strange but pretty funny:

I like monkeys.

The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece.  I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each.  I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth.  I bought 200.  I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home.  I have a big car.  I let one drive.  His
name was Sigmund.  He was retarded.  In fact, none of them were really
bright.  They kept punching themselves in their genitals.  I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals.  I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room.  They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment.  They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall.  Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died.  No apparent reason.  They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.  Damn
cheap monkeys.

I didn't know what to do.  There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet.  It didn't work.  It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals.  That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose.  It started to smell real

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber.  I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.  Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds.  I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them.  Little did I know my bed was flammable.  I had to
extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed.  The odor
wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom.  I severely beat one of my monkeys.  I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates.  I told him that I had a wet
one.  He couldn't take that one either.  I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution.  I gave them out as Christmas gifts.  My
friends didn't know quite what to say.  They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying.  Ingrates.  So I punched them in
the genitals.

I like monkeys
Sunday, September 18th 2005

Think With Your Heart?

phi·los·o·phy (
n. pl. phi·los·o·phies

the rational investigation of questions about existence and knowledge and ethics

Sunday, September 18th 2005

My Power Rankings

1. USC (Last Week, #1)
2. Texas (#2)
3. Florida (#3)
4. LSU (#4)
5. Va. Tech (#7)
6. Georgia (#8)
7. Ohio St. (#6)
8. Louisville (NR)
9. Florida St. (NR)
10. Notre Dame (#5)

My top 4 stay the same, but Notre Dame falls from their #5 spot.

Michigan wins by 55 points and still drops off. The new additions are Louisville, who just dominated Oregon St, and Florida St.

Look, despite being a USC alumni I don’t have a lot of respect for the PAC-10. Even so, I finally caught some of a Louisville game, after just reading the line for their win over Kentucky, and they looked great. The easy pick for the Big East (which I’m glad to say easily takes the title of ‘worst’ BCS conference…now they’ll be no more debate of that title mentioning the PAC-10).

Florida St. after looking abysmal against Miami has finally found some offense. In just two weeks no less. Boston College is undersized but that’s a respectable defense they won against.

The other drop off is Tennessee who was being mentioned as a national title contender by most media outlets. Granted, I called Texas to lose to Ohio St. but I’m right about Tennessee.

I’m sticking by my prediction that Tennessee will lose two more games (one to either Auburn or LSU) to finish with a three loss season. A national title run if I’ve ever seen one.

The real question is should I be giving Georgia Tech and Purdue more respect (not when you squeeze by Arizona by 7). Va. Tech, not wanting to embarrass me, will crush Georgia Tech next week.

The rest of my picks for next week:

  • Iowa over Ohio St., which makes Texas look a little worse. But I still can’t put Iowa in the top 10 after losing to ISU.
  • LSU over Tennessee. I really don’t like the Vols in the SEC this year..
  • USC over Oregon. Test of the Trojans my ass.
  • Notre Dame over Washington.
Saturday, September 17th 2005

Med School Depression

A survey of first and second year students at UCSF finds that a fourth of them suffer from depression. Incredible.

I don’t view medical school like that at all. I’ve loved my time here so far and don’t imagine the transition from film school, no less, to medical school to be all that incredibly huge.