Just a little note to self as I go through my career-life.
I got to meet a lot of pretty miserable rock stars…Because a lot of them maybe set out on a certain trajectory. When they were 17 they had a dream that they wanted to be a rock star on stage and by 25 they did it and they were a rock star and they got famous and at 35 they’re still doing it, because that’s just all they knew or they were on a certain trajectory but it didn’t actually suit them anymore. Or maybe when they got there they realized that this isn’t what they really wanted. Maybe they just wanted fame but they didn’t want to have a boss and they sign a major record label deal and they realize they’ve got a boss.
You need to know why you’re doing what you’re doing otherwise you’re going to go in circles for so long. You don’t want this deathbed regret where you’ve pursued something that someone convinced you that you should want instead of what really works for you and you’re left with this horrible feeling of “What did I spend my life doing?”
Well, you should have asked that earlier.
What do you want? Money, Prestige, Fame, Leaving a legacy, Freedom. Whatever one or two appeals to you most, go for it.
Just know what it is, and don’t diffuse.
I lived in NYC for 10 years, and if you go around you see the word Trump everywhere…I thought: what’s with this guy? Why does he have such a need to put his name on everything? But then I realized that OK, at a certain point, he must have decided that it’s important for him to put his name on things, which means he decided to make less money by doing so, because if he let somebody else put their logo on the building then he could have just been the owner and made more money. But no, he decided to make less money and more legacy.
On the other hand, you can optimize your life for freedom. I really like setting up my life so that I could just disappear or be antisocial and go read books for a month. So I had to set up my life to make myself unnecessary so I was free to go do other things.
Whatever you choose, this is your compass. You need to optimize your activities based on what is important to you.
My brother currently lives in a closet in New York City. It’s a nice closet, with a window. The only thing it lacks in the way of amenities is air conditioning. This is actually significant because New York City in the summer gets very hot. But as far as I can tell, my brother’s overall happiness isn’t affected that much by his simple living arrangement.
I visited my brother and slept on the couch in the common room. My brother gave me his fan, which helped me make it through the hot night. My brother’s closet was significantly hotter than where I slept. But he was able to sleep without a fan.
It’s easy to get used to modern life. Sleeping outside or on the floor or in a super hot room seems impossible to me, since I’ve gotten used to my comfortable bed over the past few years. It’s scary to think about living without modern amenities. But it is possible. People are animals and people are adaptable. I think it’s healthy to shed the trappings of modern life from time to time and test the limits of what you need to live. It creates gratitude, and makes you realize what you need and what you don’t and what is nice to have. I haven’t gone camping in a while, but would like to soon.
“One of the misconceptions about life is that you’re supposed to be out of pain. And we can’t be out pain all the time…Meditation taught me that if I look at the pain and be still with it, the pain lessens…Pain that comes and goes is different from pain that indicates that you’re harming yourself.” – Susan O’Connell
I remember getting dizzy going blockbuster video from looking at all the options. I’d look at one video and the next and the next. A lot of stores are disorienting because they have too many options.
I’ve decided to start a store called Dan’s Creative Chocolate. It will feature just one chocolate. When the chocolate is sold, the store will close. If this store is a success, I will reinvest my profits into starting Dan’s Creative Outlet mall. It which will be full of stores that sell just one thing, and they will all close when the thing is sold. The mall will last about a month.
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper / Who can open up a map and see between one and two – Sonic Youth, Teenage Riot
ADD is watching many things, lighting a match, saying: cool little fire but I’m bored, and lighting the next match. Focus is building one big fire.
Drishti = eye gaze. I just did some ashtanga yoga where there’s a flow and you have to synchronize your breath from one pose to the next. You have to look at your thumbs as the world is moving around. Focus is watching your thumbs with the gaze.
Computers promote ADD because you can see 100 different pretty things, click on one, get bored, click on the next, get bored, and click on the next and the next and the next. Match 1, match 2, match 3, match 4 but there’s no fire at the end of the day and we are out here cold in the woods. To do anything you need to focus. I’m looking for a man with a focus and a temper, who can open up a map and see between one and two.
Just spent 4 days in New York City and went to exactly zero shows, concerts, parties, or museums. What we did do was walk around and sit in parks a lot. It was uncomfortable in the beginning. I felt myself getting bored and restless.
But after a while, I got better at getting entertainment from noticing new things. For example, in big cities every building has its own water tower on the roof. This is because the water needs to be stored above the level of the building to provide pressure for the faucets, and traditional water towers are shorter than skyscrapers. This is the kind of thing you only get to see when you give yourself time to notice things. Doing nothing is an investment in yourself.
Why do I blog?
Every artist is a bit of an egotist and wants their stuff seen by other people. I’m no exception. I dream of scanning my stuff in and having a portal to a million eyeballs and becoming an internet sensation. Maybe even I’ll be able to make money off this blog…and so go the dreams. Fame and fortune, blah, blah, blah.
These dreams are stupid and contagious. I have been addicted to looking at my blog stats, trying to increase my twitter followers. It’s time to stop. The point of this blog is not money and it isn’t fame. The point is sharing my soul with other people, and helping me figure out myself. My goals with this blog are to:
1. Share my writing with friends.
2. Meet new people who like my stuff.
I’m not interested in having a billion anonymous readers that I can somehow serve and make money off of. That might be one way to make a living, but it’s not for me. So this blog will remain a little mom-and-pop operation, where you can come in and have a cup of tea and a chat. Really, this blog is just an excuse to have a chat about stuff that matters to me.
“And I thanked God that my blog introduces me to people who can change my life.” – Penelope Trunk
I’ve started a “Health Tips” section of this blog. I am interested in preventive medicine / healthy lifestyle stuff and I’ll be posting health tips with drawings.
Here goes health tip #1:
Don’t read on the john. Apparently reading on the toilet causes hemorrhoids. This is a shame, because this is one of my favorite activities but I will give it up, because I spent 4 week working with a colorectal surgeon and would really rather not give that guy any business.
I have realized that I’m fairly contemplative and like to sit down and think about medical cases, but the busy medical system doesn’t allow for that much contemplation. There are too many patients, too little time. One of the nurses I worked with commented on a resident: “He’s great but he takes too long. He gets fascinated with the cases. He needs to learn to churn ’em and burn ’em.”
I spent 7 weeks in Ghana and got sick and got to experience being a patient over there. It was even worse – the doctor saw about 200 patients/day. There was no extensive history and physical. Just, “What are your symptoms?” and next thing I knew I was getting a malaria shot and pills to take with no explanation of my diagnosis (and I probably didn’t have malaria).
Sometimes in clinic I feel like this Ross Noble skit, only instead of “Next Muffin,” it’s “Next Patient:”
I was in the grocery store the other day and we were prancing around being silly. Suddenly I got off on the wrong humor-path and made jokes about dark material. It could have been funny ha ha and onto the next joke, but my friend had some traumatic experiences related to what I was joking about and said not to make jokes about that stuff.
Comedians make dark jokes all the time, and I often think they are funny. If someone else does it, I don’t have to be as actively involved. I can turn off the set if South Park gets a little too mean. But I don’t want to go there with my humor anymore. Every time I do lately it seems to backfire and I feel bad. And even if I get away with a dark joke, what’s the point? I’m too sensitive for that kind of humor, and it doesn’t uplift me. As far as I’m concerned, a good rule will be to joke about what I know. If I have a particular traumatic experience and want to joke about it, that’s fine, but I shouldn’t be making jokes about other people’s trauma.
It ended up being fine, and we found one of those mini peppers on the ground on the way out of the grocery store. I put the pepper into a bouquet of tulips. It blended in just perfect. We made jokes about replacing tulips with peppers. When boyfriends bought these bouquets for their girlfriends they’d have some explaining to do. Silly humor is the humor for me.
I spent my whole life studying to get good grades, but getting good grades these days seems kind of silly to me. Spending all my time learning stack of books number 1 means I am not learning stack of books number 2. And stack of books number 2 might provide me with intellectual growth, self-insight, and fascination.
So getting super good grades right now doesn’t seem like a marker that I am smart, it seems like a marker that I’m missing out. I guess from now on I’ll be mediocre, as measured by tests. Maybe this means I’ll be a waste. But after a while I hope I’ll at least feel more like an individual. Time spent looking at the sky is time when I can puzzle over the world, myself, and get new ideas.
Good cultures are all about permission. Cultures can be improved by giving people permission to do things that make sense. Not giving permission to do good things creates fear and destructive habits. Below is a list of things I need to remind myself I have permission to do. In parentheses I have put the initials of the people who have said these things to me.
Dear self, you have permission to:
One reason I like self-help books and advice speeches is they give me permission to not feel bad about doing things that go against the grain. Right now, I’m taking a long time contemplating my medical career decision, and everyone is saying: “Go, go, go. Decide, decide, decide.” But John Cleese says that it’s good to take the maximum amount of time to contemplate, because that leads to a better solution. He even gives a comeback to say to people who pressure me: “Look Babycakes, I don’t HAVE to decide until Tuesday, and I’m not chickening out of my creative discomfort by taking a snap decision before then, that’s too easy!”
When two friends stop in the street to talk about the weather, they don’t actually care about the weather. They have stopped to say to each other, “I enjoy your company. We are still friends.” – David Mamet
One of the most meaningful letter exchanges I have ever had was between an ex-girlfriend and me that took place after we had been broken up for several years. In this exchange, I told her how I felt, and she told me how she felt. Though we wouldn’t pursue being together, we both said, “I love you” in our own little ways.
There’s a simple tactic used by therapists in family therapy. They have kids draw out the members of their family as circles. They then have them put a straight line between individuals if they have a good relationship, and a jagged line if they have a relationship filled with conflict. The kids draw it like they see it.
I like this simple way of looking at things. In some cultures, words don’t matter that much. What matters is who is talking to whom, and how they are talking. What mattered in my letter exchange with my ex-girlfriend was not what the letters said, but that the letters existed in the first place. If the letters got lost, it wouldn’t matter because they were just expressions of underlying good vibes.
I’ve been lately shutting off my phone, not writing many messages to people, and instead focusing on thinking good things to people in my life. Content doesn’t matter that much. Context is much more important. You can say whatever blah blah blah you want. Kids will always know if the lines are jagged or smooth.
Josh: I went to this mermaid festival on Coney Island yesterday.
Me: What’s that?
Josh: It’s a bunch of wierdos celebrating summer.
Me: Are they dressed like mermaids?
Josh: Some are. Some just aren’t wearing a lot of clothes.
Lately I’ve been hanging out with jugglers, hoola hoopers, fire spinners, slackliners, acrobats, drummers and the like. Passers by might think, “What a bunch of wierdos.” But I think that wierdos have more fun.
I do like humble normal people who can eat a nice meal at Applebees and not have to prove anything to anyone. But at heart I’m a wierdo. For the most part, I’ll skip out on the Applebees to do some cartwheels in the park.
But I get judgmental too. Comic convention people? Super wierd! I have to remind myself that it’s not my place to judge.
“A song is just something to waste your time. I’ll listen to yours if you listen to mine. A song is just something to waste your time. But so is everything else, so do whatever makes you feel fine.” – Jeffrey Lewis.
“We just came back from Japan but maybe I feel more at home here. Freak like…freak like me.” – Kazu Makino, Blonde Redhead
“Want a bit of unsolicited advice?” my cousin said to me. “Take a nap. If you push yourself and don’t sleep your work won’t be very good. You look tired. You have bags under your eyes.”
Relaxing is a skill. The other day I was at a coffee shop doing work and stressing out. After a few hours of this, I zoned out. I looked at the house across the street as the sun was setting. The textures and colors were so pretty. Time didn’t exist.
Zoning out rocks. When the world is a slow moving soup, ideas can solidify and float slowly past each other. Since they are moving slow, they can click together and make big idea islands. That’s how PCR was invented: on a zoned out car ride in California.
Zoning out is when you really appreciate the incoming sensory streams. Yesterday, I took a walk and looked up and zoned out. Flies were swarming like schools of fish, bats flew overhead eating them, all with the backdrop of cotton candy-pink clouds. On a daily basis, I miss so much of the world that’s right in front of my eyes.
It’s these pesky adrenal glands. They are the Piglet of the endocrine glands, always stressing out. I’m going to get a surgeon to install tiny inflatable pillows behind my adrenals. When I want to relax, I’ll just push a button and inflate these pillows. My adrenals will then be able to get comfortable, switch off the lights, and take a nap.
When people as me how I lived so long, I tell them that when I was told to stand, I sat. And when I was told to sit, I lied down. – Winston Churchill (I think!)
I feel this way about writing too. I often don’t know I have certain ideas in me until I get the pen in motion. It’s funny how what we do can surprise us.
(The squiggly quotes signify a loose quotation, like squiggly equal signs.)
I don’t know the road I should take. It’s ok, I’ll take a guess and move and shake and see where it leads!
Just spent 6 bucks on this domain name…Exciting.
It’s the little things that make you happy in life. Like owning a string of internet characters. Somehow it feels like buying a distant star from a mail order catalog (I think you can still do that). Ownership is so weird.
Anyways, enjoy the new URL :).
To make a business decision, you don’t need much philosophy; all you need is greed, and maybe a little knowledge of how the game works. – Bill Watterson
I crossed paths with a lot of people talking about money today. One man bragged about how much he makes per hour. Another was focused on making extra money here and there by moonlighting. Then I talked to a guy who didn’t have enough money for food. “I’d love to eat asparagus and vegetables,” he said as he salivated, “But you know what I had today before I came here? White rice.”
Capitalism is a money game which plays by its own arbitrary rules. It makes sense to learn them so that you can eat asparagus, but you’ve got to have a soul too.
Have a soul = be interested in the actual work you are doing, not just the paycheck.
Distraught at the thought of losing everything again
They say it’s not how you play the game but if you win
— Jeffrey Lewis, Don’t let the record label take you out to lunch
Cool video on the subject:
At the end of my brother’s graduation we walked into the natural history museum at Cornell. There I learned that there have been 5 mass extinctions each of which killed over 70% of species on this planet. Wikipedia confirms this.
So I shouldn’t get depressed about plastic and pollution. Life is brittle, but it can bounce back. Even if everything died off and there was just one tree left, with just a single leaf, that’d still be amazing.
Whenever I go to unpleasant places, I’ll make a habit of taking a leaf in my pocket. When I need some reassurance, I’ll hold the leaf and it will stream its energy into my palm. If there’s a leaf in the world, that means there’s a tree, and that means something’s still ticking on this planet.
A relevant song: Krongu Green Slime, by Jeffrey Lewis
This is what I gots to do for the next 4 weeks. The teeter totter has gone to the side of the cerebellum the past few weeks (lots of practicing acroyoga and such) and now the thinking brain has to regain my attention (big test coming up!!!).
I won’t hit the books though. I’ll hug the books! Learning will be fun and explorational if I give the books some time for nice long hugs.
My boss (a professor who studies the retina) was playing basketball with a colleague who studies the kidney. As of late, this colleague started getting interested in studying the tongue. My boss said to his colleague, “Finally, you’re getting into sensory neuroscience.”
What a cool area! It’s super interesting to know how the world gets coded into neural signals by our sensory organs.
Incidentally, computers have cameras, microphones, speakers, and now, touchscreens. These are gadget-counterparts to our sensory organs. Computers don’t have noses or tongues yet. When these gadgets come out I’ll have to redraw this picture.
Machine sensors are better than human sensors in many departments. They can sense parts per million of gas, tiny amounts of light, etc. In medicine, the doctor used to taste urine to diagnose diabetes. Now we have sensors for that which give exact numbers. It’s a changin’ world.
Let’s say someone is mean or inconsiderate towards me. I might think I was in the wrong, but if I discussed the situation with a friend who had the same opinion, I’d feel validated for feeling the way I do.
Gossiping/complaining about people or situations with friends is very satisfying. It’s a way of saying: both of our brains have this little bump that has this little cute hair growing out of it. You see things the way I do. We’re not crazy!
P.S. This is also why I’m so into checking who “likes” these blog posts I write – it’s cool to see people agree with my little brain bumps.
People always say: go with your gut. The problem is, with social pressures and practical concerns, I sometimes don’t know what my gut is saying anymore. It takes a lot of discipline to blow off the societal dusts to the point where I can actually hear what my gut is saying. I am working on being quiet and listening to these instincts. Letting my brain explode out onto the world instead of letting the world give me a recipe for how to live.
I once wrote this fairly depressing poem:
All the things that I am supposed to write
Are moving my fingers
Are pressing my fingers
Down into the keys
And after a while
After I have succeeded
And the world has given me
Respect and a paycheck
I will be used to
Having the world
Move my fingers for me
An uplifting counter-point by the Flaming Lips:
She’s starting to live her life from the inside out
The sound of failure calls her name
She’s decided to hear it out
-Flaming Lips, The Sound of Failure
My classmate said: “At this point, if I don’t feel like doing something, screw it. It’s not worth forcing yourself.” Don’t force yourself. A lady I work with said: “I spend most of my time at work, so I better like it.” Do exactly what you want to do, be who you want to be! There was a commercial when I was a kid for some cereal that had the tagline: “We’re kids, we do what we like.” I think adults would be better people if they did what they liked. Not what they liked in a short-term pleasure sugar-buzz way, but in a deep spiritual way. If you’re not hungry, don’t force yourself to eat. If you’re not greedy, don’t accumulate money just because other people are.
Run around town, go to work. Gotta come home and clean, clean, clean.
Stay at home and read. Stay at home and read. Hang out. Draw and work.
And go out again!
“Any meditation position that you stick with for a length of time will become unattractive.” – Susan O’Connell, Zen Teacher
Today I snapped a picture of a friend dozing off in class. Problem was, my camera flashed and I got a lot of weird looks. I felt bad for a while…
As I recovered from this incident on the car ride home, I did a little self-psychoanalysis. Here’s my theory about why I’m over-sensitive:
Growing up, I was always the kid that got made fun of. During my lowest point, I had a bully sit next to me every day on the bus and tell me I didn’t have any friends. “Name one person who is your friend…” he’d say, and I’d cry because I couldn’t name anyone. So after a decade of not fitting in despite trying, maybe I got wired to think I was no good. Also, genetics probably plays a role since a lot of my family members are sensitive too.
Right now, I have friends and family who treat me like super yummy soup, so I’ve got no license to complain. But all it takes is a minor slip-up and I start thinking I am gross-crap soup. Usually I recover fast enough and it’s no biggie.
I want to stop thinking things are my fault by default. If I don’t catch a frisbee in a game or bump into someone in the hallway, I’d like to move on to the next play or help pick up the person’s stuff without saying “sorry” obsequiously. Maybe it wasn’t my fault and even if it was what matters is improvement.
I’m not saying it’s good to never feel bad. This is how we social creatures learn to not snap pictures in class and behave. But I’d like to shake myself off quicker. I’d like to be more content just sitting quietly and listening, and not needing to always be smart and funny and proving that I’m this super yummy soup. I’d like a warm inner glow, where I can just relax and be secure with myself. Is there any store where I can get that?
The next time I get yelled at, I’ll try reminding myself that I’m just a bit player in the lives of most people around me. I’ll try visualizing myself as a big shiny metal can without a label. I’ll say to myself: “Most people don’t think I’m gross crap soup, they have no judgments towards me at all.”
I think this mental pattern will be a tough one to change (though it might slowly get better). But maybe that’s ok. If you too are super sensitive and have the “gross crap soup” syndrome, you are not alone! Gross Crap Soupers, let’s stick together!
Professional sports and nationalism have a lot in common. I heard a story of young girl at a Buffalo Bills game, maybe 11 years old. She was standing up and cheering for the opposite team. A man threw a full beer can at her head. She got knocked out.
Talk about a loyal fan.
Nationalism and sports loyalty tap into the same brain circuit. Maybe this circuit is in our brains because we evolved in a world when tribes had to band together to defeat the enemy, so it made sense to see the other side as inhuman so you could fight them. Nowadays, though, this circuit creates all sorts of nasty things. And you can be a really smart person and still have this circuit turned on. It’s an emotional thing.
The rest of this post is a collection of quotes on the theme that nationalism blows.
I recently stayed with couchsurfing host named Erik who traveled around the world for a year. He had this to say on the topic:
I used to think that the solution to intolerance was travelling. If only people traveled, they would see that all people are basically the same. They want a good job, food for their family, and a little vacation. But that’s not true. I had a friend who was a smart guy. He joined the military and traveled all around the world. When he came back he said: I’ve realized that all people are kind of the same. But I just want to give a toast to the American Dream, which motivates us to be better, and to have all the freedoms and great things that we enjoy here. To America!
Here’s one from a great little book on evolutionary biology:
As we write, there are many parts of the world where it is obvious to outsiders, and to many of the inhabitants, that almost everyone would be better off if they ceased to identify with the subgroups – Muslim, Serb or Croat; Tutsi or Hutu; Jew or Arab; Protestant or Catholic – and worked together for the common good. Yet a sufficient proportion of the population identify with one or other subgroup, rather than with the human population of the region as a whole, to make such cooperation impossible. Why?
The clue is that group identity, and hence behavior, is influenced by myth and ritual, as well as, and even to the exclusion of rational self-interest. Historical myths concerning people’s origins, reinforced by ritual, are a powerful influence on human behavior. Why should this be so? What we are seeking as an evolutionary explanation for a universal human characteristic –the ability to be socialized (or indoctrinated, depending on your point of view) by myth. The particular stories, tunes, apparel and ritual behavior that bind a group together are clearly cultural, but the capacity to be influenced by them is innate, and calls for an evolutionary explanation.
-John Maynard Smith and Eörs Szathmáry, The Origins of Life
And just for something a little different:
I dreamt one thousand basketball courts / Nothing holier than sports – CocoRosie, K-Hole
People are wonderful. I love individuals. I hate groups of people. I hate a group of people with a ‘common purpose’. ‘Cause pretty soon they have little hats. And armbands. And fight songs. And a list of people they’re going to visit at 3am. – George Carlin
People are essentially jingoistic. Look at a football parade tonight, and you’ll see how jingoistic they are. It doesn’t matter whether it’s guns of football. When the men are out, they’re out. -Crass
One of the world’s most decorated generals:
Let the workers in these plants get the same wages — all the workers, all presidents, all executives, all directors, all managers, all bankers — yes, and all generals and all admirals and all officers and all politicians and all government office holders — everyone in the nation be restricted to a total monthly income not to exceed that paid to the soldier in the trenches! Let all these kings and tycoons and masters of business and all those workers in industry and all our senators and governors and majors pay half of their monthly $30 wage to their families and pay war risk insurance and buy Liberty Bonds.
Why shouldn’t they? They aren’t running any risk of being killed or of having their bodies mangled or their minds shattered. They aren’t sleeping in muddy trenches. They aren’t hungry. The soldiers are! Give capital and industry and labor thirty days to think it over and you will find, by that time, there will be no war. That will smash the war racket — that and nothing else. –Major General Smedley Butler
First, recognize that the people catalyzing conflict are generally not the majority in any given instance. It’s usually a militant group, a collective of extremists, or government officials who decide which outsiders are allies and which are enemies. They decide who is good and who is bad, and when and where violence will be used as a tool for political/economic/philosophical gain. They draw the lines in the sand, and tell us the people on the other side of those lines are different. – Colin Wright
I started an experiment to stay off facebook for a month. I did this because:
After 2 days without facebook, I have found that I’m doing a lot more phone calls and hanging out with people in person. Some of my 1-D friends are becoming 2-D and even 3-D! I have a friend who has a broken phone and memorizes her friends’ numbers. If these are your friends, put some time and effort into memorizing their digits. That says something!
We only have a limited number of hours in a day. Talking to a sphere of 40 people on facebook quasi-regularly means you aren’t talking to a sphere of 10 people very regularly in real life. I don’t know about you, but I like my friends three-dimensional. Without facebook, some of my 1-D friends are vanishing, but that means other friends are gaining extra pixels, coming into a closer orbit.
That said, I think I’ll be doing a monthly facebook day, because I do like facebook in moderation. I’ll stay friends with this ex but there’s got to be limits.
“I’m an environmental engineer who should have been an illustrator. Drawing is much more than a hobby for me. I draw out of necessity. I’ve gotten yelled at in so many meetings for drawing.” – Guy in a coffee shop drawing with an india ink pen (6/17/2013)
Hobbies can be big or little or somewhere in between.
Had a convo with my rabbi on the subject of marriage. He went to Israel because he heard there was this great girl for him there. He got to know her over the span of 1.5 months, and then married her. Here is the 3-step method by which my rabbi found his wife:
In secular culture, people do this process backwards. They first get into emotional relationships based on physical attraction. Then later on they talk about values. If they realize that they have different values from their significant other, it can be hard to call-off the relationship, because they are already emotionally involved. So people with major incompatibilities sometimes get married, and this leads to problems down the line.
Some more points from the conversation:
Got home tonight badly in need of a backrub and thought, “This is how I feel quite a lot these days.” I bet our patients are badly in need of backrubs too. And we always forget to order the backrub consult!
A cardiologist said in a lecture today: “Every field has it’s go-to drug with a lot of benefit and minimal side effects. In cardiology, it’s beta blockers. For the most part, every one of my patients should be on a beta blocker.” What about backrubs? We need more trials on the effects of backrubs. I bet the results would be astonishing.
Attending (to a bunch of students): “What are the treatments that reduce mortality in COPD?”
Student: “Oxygen and smoking cessation.”
“And backrubs!” I almost blurted out. I guess I’ll have to wait until the randomized trials get done before I can say that… 😦
Just added a section of this blog called Medicine Make Sense!
Medicine has so much cool goop in it. This page is a place to process that goop logically and appreciate its beauty without the stress of “You have to know this, I don’t care if you understand it or not. I don’t care if it has percolated through your brain to the point where you get it and can actually use it. I just care that you memorize certain buzzwords for the test. Mwwwwwwahahahaha!”
Shazam! Lazam! Alakazam! One-two-three…Medicine make sense!
I was walking down the street and saw these middle school jocks playing lacross and thought about saying “Hi.” But in my head I instantly morphed into the unpopular kid I was in middle school and walked by, laying low. “Phew, that was a close one, thank god they didn’t make fun of me!”
I bet if I went to my high school reunion I’d act all high-schooly around all my former classmates, trying to be cool. The brain has all these little patterns of neurons hiding in there. Even if they aren’t being used right now, they can be activated. Mental patterns probably last longer than FOREVER postage stamps.
(But I suppose recognizing them is the first step to either changing them or not activating them in counter-productive ways).
“He who creates new technologies is gambling in human lives.” – don’t know the source.
Wouldn’t it be nice if the discoveries of quantum physics didn’t come with the side effect of possible nuclear war? Wouldn’t it be nice if cars were kept in our garages only for fun road-trips, and didn’t have the side effect of changing our cities into suburban sprawls? Wouldn’t it be nice if we could go to the technology cafe and order sandwiches with only the desirable aspects of different technologies? Sadly, once we let a new technology out of the bag, there’s no controlling how it changes the world.
“Oh, you don’t use facebook because you think it’s creepy how they analyze all of your personal information? I can respect that, but it’s going to be a pain in the butt to communicate with you now.”
“Oh, you don’t use a car because you want to save the planet? I can respect that, but now I have to drive you places because our city is all sprawled out.”
There’s a nearly 5-fold increase in the time that it takes to produce pretty letters vs. scraggly ones.
It’s probably similar in other industries. I have a family friend who is a glassblower who said that people aren’t paying $400 for beautiful vases anymore when they can get cheap ones from Wal-Mart for $20. I guess it’s all a trade-off and IKEA has its place in our go-go-go throwaway world. But it’s nice to be a craftsman and get lost in the art when you can. Plus the investment pays off if you actually use the well-made thing you make or buy. You have something that’s a pleasure to use, won’t break, and works better.
A friend: “Whenever anyone asks my how I make something, I always say that the #1 ingredient is love.”
My uncle: “If you don’t do something well, then don’t do it at all.”
What if everything I did I did with love. What if every project was an immortality project, something that I was doing to be remembered for after I die? What if every project felt real?
A professor once said to me, “Each thing you love doing is like a finger on a hand, and people that are doing all the things they love have all 5 of their fingers outstretched all the time. Most of the time I walk around with about 3.5 out of 5 of my fingers outstretched.”
So that’s life. You work and you work and you work and you still end up unfulfilled in certain ways and fulfilled in other ways and it’s all good.
Buffalo is a great place with great people. I’m probably at 3.5 out of 5 right now too and will be like that even if I move to a tropical island. 5/5 is a ridiculous goal.