Just about every day in New Hampshire is beautiful. Surprisingly, physically beautiful. Rarely does a day go by that I am not in some small way amazed by the natural appeal of the state. For the first couple of months I felt like I was at summer camp minus the frito pie. Now that the snow has come it's starting to feel more like the Mongolian Steppe, but I hear the Mongolian Steppe is lovely this time of year. In either case I still take great joy in daily looking at the San Antonio weather forecast, and smiling that it ain't super sweaty outside.
Here are some pictures of some colorful trees.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
A Few Random Photos
A random assortment of pictures.
This is my apartment. As you can see it looks like every other apartment that has ever been mass produced in the standardized manner. You can tell my generic apartment apart from the others because it of all the dirt outside and the paneling which is a creamy beige, not the usual creamy toap. If you are wondering what the inside looks like, just think of your standard apartment and then put my stuff in it. It's really pretty boring.
A storm is a brewing! Long before Irene there were regular rain storms. They sometimes looked like this.
Here's the road and bike path leading up to the hospital which is, as so many things are up here, obscured by trees. Although I do not take this road to the hospital myself, it is the best looking of all commuting road options. Plus one day while biking it I saw a woodchuck running along the path. A gigantic woodchuck.
This is my apartment. As you can see it looks like every other apartment that has ever been mass produced in the standardized manner. You can tell my generic apartment apart from the others because it of all the dirt outside and the paneling which is a creamy beige, not the usual creamy toap. If you are wondering what the inside looks like, just think of your standard apartment and then put my stuff in it. It's really pretty boring.
A storm is a brewing! Long before Irene there were regular rain storms. They sometimes looked like this.
Here's the road and bike path leading up to the hospital which is, as so many things are up here, obscured by trees. Although I do not take this road to the hospital myself, it is the best looking of all commuting road options. Plus one day while biking it I saw a woodchuck running along the path. A gigantic woodchuck.
This is where I imagine the giant woodchuck lived. On a giant rock in one of the scenic clearings you can find mountain biking the wilderness.
This is just a picture of Megan running with sparklers on the Fourth of July. What could be better than two sparklers at once? Truly she is a lucky girl.
The road to my apartment. Old, cracked, and a major black bear thoroughfare.
The parking lot outside my apartment. Usually there're a lot more turkeys.
Here's comes the wintertime! And a frozen solid automobile.
And in conclusion here's a link!
When Casual Goes Amok
Boots and brown uniform or shiny shoes and blue uniform. Simple. Back when I was an Air Force resident I never had to decide what to wear, just had to make sure it was clean to wear it. Considering dress clothes are little more than expensive, uncomfortable ways of letting other people know how much money you make, I did not mind this situation. Now, however, I am a civilian and being a civilian physician I am also a professional. Time to don a wider variety of shiny shoes and an endless combination of pressed shirts, ironed slacks, and variably colored ties in order to instill confidence in my patients and trust in my medical decision making. A few hundred dollars later, I do not care for it.
Thankfully due to the inherent infection risks involved with ties doubling as improvised germ swabs, ties are optional and I have opted out. My wardrobe is thus about as comfortable as the uniforms I used to wear. The thought of paying $2 a shirt for a wash and ironing to maintain this wardrobe remains ridiculous to me, but I have accepted this reality and in reality it is better than the equally ridiculous alternative of wasting time doing it myself. The problem lies not directly in the wearing and caring for the clothes themselves, but in deciding which clothes to wear.
Being an infectious disease fellow I am compelled to do other things than just take care of patients and trend their blood sugars. I've got to research in order to maintain my infectious disease street cred. Traditionally this involves absolutely no patient contact, and considering our fellows' office is windowless it currently doesn't even involve human contact. I just sit in my room, in front of my computer, and make research magic. Occasionally if I'm feeling adventurous, or losing my mind from sitting all day in a windowless room, I will take my computer to a study area on the eight floor, but even there I don't interact with any human beings in any official capacity. One would think, therefore, that I could perhaps dress casually for such a job. Maybe try to make myself comfortable for something that is inherently tedious and uncomfortable. And one would be wrong.
Not entirely sure what the reaction would be I tried to slowly ease into a more casual form of dress. First I ditched the pressed shirts for generic collared shirts. Then the slacks for run-of-the-mill khakis. And, finally, khakis for jeans and tennis shoes. That's apparently when I got greedy. Based on the numbered of bewildered responses and frequency of exasperated double takes I had gone too far. Research casual, it turns out, ends somewhere between a casual pair of Dockers and a dress shirt with its sleeves torn off. Maybe corduroy pants and a bolo tie would be ok, I don't know. In either case after about the seventh startled, "oh, jeans!" I decided to return to the khakis and collared shirt look just to stay in good standing. Perhaps when I get enough publications under my name I can dust off the ball cap and sport coat look. Just in case I'm feeling a little douchey.
Thankfully due to the inherent infection risks involved with ties doubling as improvised germ swabs, ties are optional and I have opted out. My wardrobe is thus about as comfortable as the uniforms I used to wear. The thought of paying $2 a shirt for a wash and ironing to maintain this wardrobe remains ridiculous to me, but I have accepted this reality and in reality it is better than the equally ridiculous alternative of wasting time doing it myself. The problem lies not directly in the wearing and caring for the clothes themselves, but in deciding which clothes to wear.
Being an infectious disease fellow I am compelled to do other things than just take care of patients and trend their blood sugars. I've got to research in order to maintain my infectious disease street cred. Traditionally this involves absolutely no patient contact, and considering our fellows' office is windowless it currently doesn't even involve human contact. I just sit in my room, in front of my computer, and make research magic. Occasionally if I'm feeling adventurous, or losing my mind from sitting all day in a windowless room, I will take my computer to a study area on the eight floor, but even there I don't interact with any human beings in any official capacity. One would think, therefore, that I could perhaps dress casually for such a job. Maybe try to make myself comfortable for something that is inherently tedious and uncomfortable. And one would be wrong.
Not entirely sure what the reaction would be I tried to slowly ease into a more casual form of dress. First I ditched the pressed shirts for generic collared shirts. Then the slacks for run-of-the-mill khakis. And, finally, khakis for jeans and tennis shoes. That's apparently when I got greedy. Based on the numbered of bewildered responses and frequency of exasperated double takes I had gone too far. Research casual, it turns out, ends somewhere between a casual pair of Dockers and a dress shirt with its sleeves torn off. Maybe corduroy pants and a bolo tie would be ok, I don't know. In either case after about the seventh startled, "oh, jeans!" I decided to return to the khakis and collared shirt look just to stay in good standing. Perhaps when I get enough publications under my name I can dust off the ball cap and sport coat look. Just in case I'm feeling a little douchey.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Amazing Race for the Amazing Race
This week the Amazing Race started, one of the few television programs I've ever cared to remember to watch. Although never truly as good as the one, single season of Amazing Race: Family Edition, the Amazing Race: Vanilla is still a pretty good time. Especially if you enjoy strangers yelling at each other in taxi cabs. This series' first episode was relatively unremarkable, but I imagine it achieved what it meant to -- that being to identify the snowboarding dudes as dudes, the cocktail waitresses as bimbos, the grandparents as slightly senile grandparents, the Survivor couple as scheming soon to be scoundrels, the male flight attendants as the token gay couple, and the twins, apparently, as not having memories that can last longer than thirty seconds. I imagine the climax of the season will be when either of the brother-sister duo runs the other over in their brand new, special edition 2012 Ford Focus.
The episode reminded me, however, of a friend and I's amazing race last spring in an attempt to have the most amazing movie marathon ever: an Amazing Race amazing movie marathon. What could be better than spending a whole day watching a whole season of Amazing Race? The answer is a whole lot of things, but in San Antonio not much. Being the master planner of this party I was assigned the task of obtaining the videos, and so I devised a plan.
Plan A: Go to Blockbuster and rent it.
Genius in its simplicity. Unfortunately no Blockbuster admitted on their website to owning any Amazing Race DVDs in the entire San Antonio area, and sure enough none of them actually owned them when I visited their stores and demand they show me where they kept them. Blockbuster does own a surprisingly large number of Firefly copies, however, which is why I imagine they went into bankruptcy.
Plan B: Go to another movie rental chain and rent it.
Very similar to Plan A, Plan B was different in that it involved going to other movie rental chains. Not surprisingly it too failed. People do not want to watch Amazing Race in South Texas. Not when there's sweet Tejano music weekly at El Mercado at least! Seriously, what can compete with an accordion?
Plan C: Go to any other store I can think of and buy it.
This plan was admittedly devised on the fly while driving about in my fruitless pursuits of Plans A and B. I visited two separate Best Buys, a Walmart, a Target, and even a used booked store which for whatever reason also sold movies. The end result was no Amazing Race, but a decent book on the Soviet Union's war in Afghanistan and, somehow, a 2000 piece puzzle of a castle in Germany.
Plan D: Use NetFlix to rent the series.
Brilliant idea in that NetFlix has multiple seasons of Amazing Race for rental. Terrible idea in that you can only rent one of 3 or 4 DVDs in a season at a time. Not ideal for a one day marathon. Aborted.
Plan E: Use NetFlix streaming video via Laura's giant television.
Laura has a gigantic television. Its size is measured in yards and the weight of it has ruined the foundation on that side of her house. Assuredly inside of all that plastic and hardware there would be a means of connecting directly to the Internet. There was not.
Plan F: Use NetFlix streaming video via Paul and Rachel's Nintendo Wii.
Easy to obtain. Easy to hook up. Already wasted a whole heck of a lot of time previously setting up a NetFlix account for Plans D and E. It seemed pretty flawless to me. It was at this time that we noticed NetFlix does not stream any of the Amazing Race series over its streaming video.
Plan G: Screw it. Let's watch The Pacific instead.
Around back up plans five or six is generally when I consider giving up, and so way gave up after Plan F. Clearly someone, divine or otherwise, did not want us to have an Amazing Race marathon. It likely would have been too amazing. There probably wouldn't have been anywhere to go after that and the rest of our lives would have been lived in listless boredom and indifference knowing our best day was already in our past. In either case we watched The Pacific instead and it was confusing. Too many guys with dark brown hair and average height. Thankfully most of the difficult to tell apart characters got killed off early in the series so by the end I had some idea what was going on. It turns out the war with Japan was rather wet. Or at least that's what I believe the take home message was.
Our amazing race ended in failure, but in the process I learned a lot about Laura and together we learned a lot about ourselves. We didn't win the grand prize, but what we lost we more than made up for in friendship. I wouldn't have run the race with anyone else. Mostly because no one else has a love for the show and a gigantic TV. But also because of the friendship. It is its own reward, especially when you don't have a real reward. Or a television movie marathon to watch.
The episode reminded me, however, of a friend and I's amazing race last spring in an attempt to have the most amazing movie marathon ever: an Amazing Race amazing movie marathon. What could be better than spending a whole day watching a whole season of Amazing Race? The answer is a whole lot of things, but in San Antonio not much. Being the master planner of this party I was assigned the task of obtaining the videos, and so I devised a plan.
Plan A: Go to Blockbuster and rent it.
Genius in its simplicity. Unfortunately no Blockbuster admitted on their website to owning any Amazing Race DVDs in the entire San Antonio area, and sure enough none of them actually owned them when I visited their stores and demand they show me where they kept them. Blockbuster does own a surprisingly large number of Firefly copies, however, which is why I imagine they went into bankruptcy.
Plan B: Go to another movie rental chain and rent it.
Very similar to Plan A, Plan B was different in that it involved going to other movie rental chains. Not surprisingly it too failed. People do not want to watch Amazing Race in South Texas. Not when there's sweet Tejano music weekly at El Mercado at least! Seriously, what can compete with an accordion?
Plan C: Go to any other store I can think of and buy it.
This plan was admittedly devised on the fly while driving about in my fruitless pursuits of Plans A and B. I visited two separate Best Buys, a Walmart, a Target, and even a used booked store which for whatever reason also sold movies. The end result was no Amazing Race, but a decent book on the Soviet Union's war in Afghanistan and, somehow, a 2000 piece puzzle of a castle in Germany.
Plan D: Use NetFlix to rent the series.
Brilliant idea in that NetFlix has multiple seasons of Amazing Race for rental. Terrible idea in that you can only rent one of 3 or 4 DVDs in a season at a time. Not ideal for a one day marathon. Aborted.
Plan E: Use NetFlix streaming video via Laura's giant television.
Laura has a gigantic television. Its size is measured in yards and the weight of it has ruined the foundation on that side of her house. Assuredly inside of all that plastic and hardware there would be a means of connecting directly to the Internet. There was not.
Plan F: Use NetFlix streaming video via Paul and Rachel's Nintendo Wii.
Easy to obtain. Easy to hook up. Already wasted a whole heck of a lot of time previously setting up a NetFlix account for Plans D and E. It seemed pretty flawless to me. It was at this time that we noticed NetFlix does not stream any of the Amazing Race series over its streaming video.
Plan G: Screw it. Let's watch The Pacific instead.
Around back up plans five or six is generally when I consider giving up, and so way gave up after Plan F. Clearly someone, divine or otherwise, did not want us to have an Amazing Race marathon. It likely would have been too amazing. There probably wouldn't have been anywhere to go after that and the rest of our lives would have been lived in listless boredom and indifference knowing our best day was already in our past. In either case we watched The Pacific instead and it was confusing. Too many guys with dark brown hair and average height. Thankfully most of the difficult to tell apart characters got killed off early in the series so by the end I had some idea what was going on. It turns out the war with Japan was rather wet. Or at least that's what I believe the take home message was.
Our amazing race ended in failure, but in the process I learned a lot about Laura and together we learned a lot about ourselves. We didn't win the grand prize, but what we lost we more than made up for in friendship. I wouldn't have run the race with anyone else. Mostly because no one else has a love for the show and a gigantic TV. But also because of the friendship. It is its own reward, especially when you don't have a real reward. Or a television movie marathon to watch.
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