interview trail: midwest stop #5

In the interest of vagueness, I’m not going to tell you anything about this city except that it has an arch. 

While Y was at his interview, I stood in front of said arch, playing with my camera. A man, who was either a) homeless; b) drunk; or c) both stumbled up to me and asked where the library was. 

I, obviously, had no idea. 

This pissed him off. In retaliation he narrowed his eyes at me and said, “Okay, fine, how much for an hour?” and stalked off. 

I hope he managed to find the library without traumatizing any more tourists. 

weekly gratuitous ike: cutest injury ever?

The vet tech looked guilty as she led Ike out to meet us. We had just returned from Boston, and were picking Ike up from being boarded in a 3 foot wide room for 6 days. 

“He’s bleeding,” she said, “from the tip of his tail.” She was worried we would be mad, and the explanation rushed out, choppy. “I guess his room wasn’t big enough for his tail and sometimes it hit the wall.” 

The reunion was exciting, and we didn’t follow. “What?” we managed to ask while being bombarded with licks.

The vet tech looked down at the ground, ashamed she had let us down. “He wagged his tail so much it started bleeding.”

interview trail: Boston part 2

A few random thoughts about Boston:

1. I was apparently on the flight from Memphis to Boston with the Small Bladder Convention. People were constantly going back and forth to the bathroom, and each time the door opened, the air recirculated and I got a huge whiff of weed. Naturally, since the smell was correlated to the bathroom door opening, I assumed someone was smoking weed in the bathroom. But then, as I pressed my forehead against the window to get a better view of Manhattan as we zoomed over it, the smell got stronger. I looked down and saw curly tendrils spilling into my personal space. This girl’s weave REEKED of pot. She did manage to sleep the entire flight — maybe I should rethink my pre-flight rituals?

2. Y got some good news about his clinical skills board exam while we were in Boston! I like to think I helped with that...

3. If we were basing our choice of city on desserts, I think the lobster tail from Modern Pastry would push Boston into first place.

4. But all of the Dunkin Donuts would be a disaster. Currently our motto is, “See a DD, inhale at least 2 donuts” because we never know when we’ll see one again. If we move to Boston, that has got to stop. 

5. While Y was at his interviews, I avoided shopping by going to museums.At the JFK library, I was reunited with my inner American History geek. I also learned the following: JFK played a lot of shirtless rugby before he was president, JFK looked good in wayfarers, Jackie had a lot of pretty dresses.

6.  Can we discuss this portrait of Paul Revere at the Boston Museum of Fine Art? More specifically, can we discuss how Paul Revere looks EXACTLY like Jack Black? I stopped dead in my tracks when I walked into the gallery with this picture. I was sure I was on [the worst and most boring episode of] punk’d and Jack Black was going to step out of the shadows laughing at me.  (By the way, the internet already knows about the Jack Black/Paul Revere resemblance — and, naturally, is accusing Black of time travel.)

(Also, this is officially my second post about Paul Revere. I love American history and all, but I never thought my blog would cover Revere in such depth.)

(read the rest of my notes from the interview trail)

four eyes

When I look at old pictures of anyone (but especially myself), the first and most embarrassing thing I notice are the glasses. Who is watching this person try on these glasses, I think, and giving them permission to appear in public? 

When I look at pictures of my siblings in the 80s and 90s, their glasses are huge and terrible by today’s standards, yet they elected to continue wearing them as their face was immortalized on film. This means at some point those glasses were considered attractive.

The purpose of this post is to give Future Me easy access to Current Me’s glasses. Laugh all you want, Future Me, but believe it or not, these glasses were actually kind of the norm in 2012. And people actually told me I looked good in them. I know, right?

Interview Trail: Boston Part 1

You probably don’t need me to tell you this, but medical students — at least the ones I know — have know-it-all tendencies. 

On a completely unrelated note, do you want to know the worst person you could probably travel with? A KNOW IT ALL. 

Within 5 minutes of arriving at the airport, Y decided that his last few weeks of travel canceled out the fact that I had ever set foot on an airplane. He criticized:

  •  the speed at which I removed my ID from my purse (“You need to have that out beforehand!”)
  • the shoes I chose to wear on the plane (“Boots?! You’ve got to be f*king kidding me. You do know you have to take those off, right?”)
  • my shoe removal technique (“You’re not fast enough!”)
  • the placement of my jacket on the security conveyor belt(“You need a second bin for your coat. Everyone knows that.”)
  • my failure to push the bin forward (“You can’t just set it down! It has to be pushed. You’re holding up the line!”)
  • the pocket I chose to store my quart size bag of liquids (“You need to keep them closer to the front so they’re easier to remove!”)**
And once we were on the plane:

  • “That smell you’re smelling is the beverage cart. It smells bad on 100% of flights.”
  • “Dammit! I’ve already read this issue of Skymall. Twice.”
  • “What?! Both of our flights are on Canadair Regional Jets? I myself prefer the Embraer or any of the Boeing jets.”
  • “PSH! This turbulence is nothing.”
And then… the seasoned air traveler discovered something he hadn’t noticed before. 


“That speaker looks like a thyroid!!”

**In Y’s defense, I may be exaggerating a teeny tiny bit. But I truly believe he would have said all of these things had I not given him a look of death after he tried to tell me which pocket to put my toiletries in. 

my favorite books of 2011

favorite book

The History of Love — Nicole Krauss. I finished this book on January 1, 2011, and no other book came close.

favorite fiction

{other than The History of Love} Sarah’s Key – Tatiana de Rosnay

favorite non-fiction

Devil in the White City – Erik Larson. It took me what felt like forever to read this book, but it was so worth it. I now have a strange fascination with World’s Fairs and, if I had a time machine, I might choose to go to a World’s Fair rather than save Kennedy or Lincoln or stop Hitler. Does that make me a bad person? Don’t answer that.

favorite book about food

If I got hate mail, I would get hate mail for this choice: I read a Ruth Reichl book this year and, well, it wasn’t my favorite book about food. The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake had enough gorgeous descriptions of food for me to consider it a food book. Although the ending weirded me out, I loved the road that led up to it.

favorite “beach read”

The usual suspects, Emily Giffin and Lauren Weisberger, didn’t hold a candle to Jennifer Close’s Girls in White Dresses. Yes, the plot was non-existent and the characters kind of confusing, but I loved it because reading about these girls felt like a 300 page conversation with your best friends, complete with sarcastic one-liners and complete ridiculousness.

favorite audiobook

It’s a toss up – The Help had a different actor reading each character.  Bossypants and Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (And Other Concerns) equated to 12 hours of basically hanging out with Tina Fey and Mindy Kaling. I guess The Help was harder to turn off since it had a plot with twists and turns and all that, but really – apples and oranges.

edited to add – My least favorite books of 2011? Probably Heart of the Matter, Palace of Illusions, and let us not forget my hatred of Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.

(Are you a total bookworm, too? Let’s be friends on Goodreads!)

one year ago today…

One year ago today Y was on his OB-GYN rotation and I learned a very important lesson that I made sure to document. 

You see, the only experience I have with delivering babies is the magical, life-changing, Hollywood delivery room scene. Apparently real life is slightly different and involves enemas and ducking out of the way of flying bodily fluids and trying to convince patients not to name their child after an STD.