Thursday, December 21, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Controling Behavior Comes With Understanding...
"The emotional and physcial intimacy of the _________-_______ relationship may lend itself to these sexual feelings."
~Bickley
Our sexual desires arise from the strong intimacy we share...
The root of sexuality is intimacy...
Without intimacy, there's no emotion; no emotion = dead soul
= DEATH!
~Bickley
Our sexual desires arise from the strong intimacy we share...
The root of sexuality is intimacy...
Without intimacy, there's no emotion; no emotion = dead soul
= DEATH!
Ohhh... the human touch!
Inverting Rainbows at a Local Nursing Home and Spreading the Holiday Spirit with touch, games, gifts, song, and dance...
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
New 3D and 4D Ultrasounds... (Disregarded!)
UK “Experts” Discount New Ultrasound Images of Unborn for Abortion Debate Say images showing pre-born stretching, kicking, sucking thumb are “dangerous”
By Gudrun Schultz
LONDON, United Kingdom, October 4, 2006 (LifeSiteNews.com ) - Startling images of tiny unborn babies sucking their thumbs and “walking” at 12 weeks gestation have no significance for the abortion debate, according to a trio of experts in the neonatal field, the Times Online reported today. Responding to the recent debate, triggered by the images, on lowering the gestational age for legal abortions --currently set at 24 weeks--the experts said the images do not prove unborn babies have feelings.
The images are the result of new developments in ultrasound technology, led by Professor Stuart Campbell, former professor of obstetrics and gynecology at King’s College, London. The four-dimensional images allow viewers to witness details of the unborn child’s activity previously hidden to researchers.
Babies can be seen stretching, kicking and leaping at 12 weeks, making intricate finger movements at 15 weeks, and yawning at 20 weeks, the Guardian reported. Babies at 18 weeks gestation were shown opening their eyes.
Prof. Campbell, now head of the fertility clinic Create Health Clinic, said he had seen an image of a child at 18 weeks making a “crying” face, a revelation of potential feeling in the unborn which he says must be examined further.
“This is just a piece of evidence. It’s not proof but you can’t just dismiss this.” Dismissing the images, however, is just what some neonatal experts say should happen. Calling them “dangerous,” the authorities said immaturity of the unborn children’s brain functions was not addressed by the revelation of early controlled movement.
“The temptation is to associate foetal movements with adult movements - it’s sucking its thumb because it’s happy, it’s walking because it’s going somewhere,” Donald Peebles, a feotal medicine consultant at University College London said. “I think it’s that step which is extraordinarily dangerous. I don’t think in scientific terms these shed any new light whatsoever on the debate.”
“Personification of the fetus at that age is dangerous,” said Huseyin Mehmet, reader in developmental neurobiology at Imperial College London. “I was worried when I saw those images. To suggest that an early fetus in utero has those kind of human qualities of being able to suck its thumb and move…is very difficult indeed.”
A third, John Wyatt, professor of neonatal paediatrics at University College Hospital, London, said the images would not have an impact on the understanding of neuroscience, despite admitting that science “will never know at what point foetal consciousness and awareness start.”
Read coverage by Times Online:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2-2385574,00.html
See related LifeSiteNews coverage:
Amazing New Ultrasound Shows First-Ever Pictures of Unborn at 12 Weeks 'Walking' in the womb
http://www.lifesite.net/ldn/2004/jun/04062801.html
4-D Ultrasound Shows Babies Smile and Cry in Womb
http://www.lifesite.net/ldn/2003/sep/03091708.html
News...
Finals!!, Shootings in Citigroup, Chicago!!, Groom-to-be Sean Ball dead in Queens!!, James Kim's body found in icy water after walking for 16 miles in the snow on tennis shoes to save his family!! Ayi yai yai... What a hero though! I can't wait till the mush is over! I guess I better buy some snow boots for the snowboarding trip this weekend and watch out for kids who vandalized any locked gates!!! I've never been before, so kinda anxious (gulp!), but haven't seen Sunaina and Ankosh since their wedding so should be nice to see them again. Arjun's b-day party on Sunday and then can't wait to see "Pari" and "Parina" on Sunday night, Heena's Goddaughters, whom she named after me... :-)
I will pray for your little girls, James. You are a brave man...
James, Penelope, and Sabine
I will pray for your little girls, James. You are a brave man...
James, Penelope, and Sabine
You GO GIRL!
With Ganesh, the Gita and samosas, Sunita Williams heads for the stars... (She is the 2nd Astronaut of Indian-Origin and 6th Woman to go into Space!) :-) "Discovery is scheduled to land Dec 21 at the Kennedy Space Centre. It will bring back to earth German Thomas Reiter of the European Space Agency in place of Williams who will spend six months at the International Space station along with a Russian and an American astronaut."
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Pain ---> Anger + Hatred
What do you do when the one that causes you so much pain is the only one that can make it go away? Coming near causes grief and staying far is torment. Clutching the pain, I often fall to the floor. Sometimes it gets so unbearable that when I try to breathe, I feel myself trying to come up and gasp a breath of air in the cold, vast ocean, only to keep getting sucked back in. Crying to sleep seldom works; the tears dry out and all you're left with is this sharp knife-like pain stabbing over and over again into your wet wound. What happened to the happy days? The days filled with thoughtless laughter, glint-filled gazes, and mischievous fun? Now, I lay here, my innocence gone, my trust stolen, and my heart broken... TLOML, starry eyes I have no longer but now just empty darkness... Without a soul, without a purpose, not a drop of love but just a whole lot of pain churning into a venom that poisons me with anger and despair...
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Pearl Harbor...
Please take a few minutes of silence today to remember those who died on Dec 7, 1941 at Pearl Harbor.
"At 7.55am [PST] on Sunday 7 December 1941, the first of two waves of Japanese aircraft began their deadly attack on the US Pacific Fleet, moored at Pearl Harbor on the Pacific island of Oahu. Within two hours, five battleships had been sunk, another 16 damaged, and 188 aircraft destroyed. Only chance saved three US aircraft carriers, usually stationed at Pearl Harbor but assigned elsewhere on the day. The attacks killed under 100 Japanese but over 2,400 Americans, with another 1,178 injured."
http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/worldwars/wwtwo/pearl_harbour_01.shtml
In total, WWII Japan counted 1.75M killed/missing and 350k civilian deaths, 214k from the atomic bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atomic_bombings_of_Hiroshima_and_Nagasaki
"At 7.55am [PST] on Sunday 7 December 1941, the first of two waves of Japanese aircraft began their deadly attack on the US Pacific Fleet, moored at Pearl Harbor on the Pacific island of Oahu. Within two hours, five battleships had been sunk, another 16 damaged, and 188 aircraft destroyed. Only chance saved three US aircraft carriers, usually stationed at Pearl Harbor but assigned elsewhere on the day. The attacks killed under 100 Japanese but over 2,400 Americans, with another 1,178 injured."
http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/worldwars/wwtwo/pearl_harbour_01.shtml
In total, WWII Japan counted 1.75M killed/missing and 350k civilian deaths, 214k from the atomic bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atomic_bombings_of_Hiroshima_and_Nagasaki
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
My Chonnas... :-)
Gawd! Too Adorably Irresistably Cute!!!
Don't you wanna just grab them and do "poo" on their tummies!!! :-)
(mum, look what I brought home...) ;c)~
Don't you wanna just grab them and do "poo" on their tummies!!! :-)
(mum, look what I brought home...) ;c)~
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Ring... Ring...
Hello. Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline
If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.
If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.
If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press. No one will answer.
If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.
If you are phobic, don't press anything.
If you are anal retentive, please hold.
If you are Koro and believe that your penis is dissolving into your body and that it will kill you, you are probably right and you need to hang up and come seek me immediately! ;-) (just doing masti...)
~Studying Psychiatry! ;-) I might be a lil loopy when u talk to me.
Hey, I heard that! :-)~ (Take that back! More than usual, I meant...) :-)
*Check out "Karen Carpenter Barbie" on Youtube; they reinacted her story really well with barbie dolls...
This one is for FUN:
http://www.eepybird.com/exp214.html
If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2.
If you have multiple personalities, please press 3, 4, 5, and 6.
If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line so we can trace the call.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press. No one will answer.
If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.
If you are phobic, don't press anything.
If you are anal retentive, please hold.
If you are Koro and believe that your penis is dissolving into your body and that it will kill you, you are probably right and you need to hang up and come seek me immediately! ;-) (just doing masti...)
~Studying Psychiatry! ;-) I might be a lil loopy when u talk to me.
Hey, I heard that! :-)~ (Take that back! More than usual, I meant...) :-)
*Check out "Karen Carpenter Barbie" on Youtube; they reinacted her story really well with barbie dolls...
This one is for FUN:
http://www.eepybird.com/exp214.html
Beginning of a New National Trend?
NYC has banned all trans fat from restaurants starting July 2008. Could be a new national trend similiar to the smoking ban.
http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/12/05/ny.trans.fat.ap/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/12/05/ny.trans.fat.ap/index.html
Don't Drink and Drive!
I just found out that one of my favorite students from the summer was recently in an accident. The seventeen year old boy was driving home in the country side area around 11 at night and a drunk truck driver was swerving behind him. He hit him and continued driving his truck.
His car flipped 8 times over vast fields before it finally stopped. He lost consciousness. When he came to, he was in pain, his left eye bloody, unable to move his waist or his legs, he crawled out of one of the doors and continued crawling for 2 miles before he got help.
It's been on the news and I wanted to acknowledge it here as well.
Please don't drink and drive! Or if you're sleepy!
Stay off the road before you go off the road and take someone else's life with you!
His car flipped 8 times over vast fields before it finally stopped. He lost consciousness. When he came to, he was in pain, his left eye bloody, unable to move his waist or his legs, he crawled out of one of the doors and continued crawling for 2 miles before he got help.
It's been on the news and I wanted to acknowledge it here as well.
Please don't drink and drive! Or if you're sleepy!
Stay off the road before you go off the road and take someone else's life with you!
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Moist...
I remember reading about certain African tribes, where it's the women's job to hunt while the men nurse the young; I believe one of the tribes is the Aka. Anyway, I came across an interesting journal article that I wanted to share:
http://www.unassistedchildbirth.com/miscarticles/milkmen.html
Homosexual take:
http://www.narth.com/docs/brfeed.html
Very interesting perspective on cultural difference:
"But back to that male breastfeeding: Jack O'Sullivan of Fathers Direct says he was invited on chat show after chat show on Monday in the wake of the report going public, and faced a mixture of horror, consternation and support. "Some fathers phoned in to say they'd let their child suck their nipples - often it had just happened when the baby was lying on their chest in bed," he says. But some people were disgusted: the words "child abuse" came up more than once, which points up interesting cultural differences when you think that, to Aka folk, much of the way we raise our kids would count as child abuse to them (babies being left to sleep alone in a different room from their parents, for example). "
http://www.guardian.co.uk/parents/story/0,,1506843,00.html
Reminds me of what we abhor as cannibalism--was simply ritualistic behavior for the people of New Guinea and a cultural custom to eat the mushy brains of their dead enemy. I doubt that they would still consider themselves mighty powerful after developing signs of Kuru though... Didn't Sir Lancelot practice the same?
http://www.unassistedchildbirth.com/miscarticles/milkmen.html
Homosexual take:
http://www.narth.com/docs/brfeed.html
Very interesting perspective on cultural difference:
"But back to that male breastfeeding: Jack O'Sullivan of Fathers Direct says he was invited on chat show after chat show on Monday in the wake of the report going public, and faced a mixture of horror, consternation and support. "Some fathers phoned in to say they'd let their child suck their nipples - often it had just happened when the baby was lying on their chest in bed," he says. But some people were disgusted: the words "child abuse" came up more than once, which points up interesting cultural differences when you think that, to Aka folk, much of the way we raise our kids would count as child abuse to them (babies being left to sleep alone in a different room from their parents, for example). "
http://www.guardian.co.uk/parents/story/0,,1506843,00.html
Reminds me of what we abhor as cannibalism--was simply ritualistic behavior for the people of New Guinea and a cultural custom to eat the mushy brains of their dead enemy. I doubt that they would still consider themselves mighty powerful after developing signs of Kuru though... Didn't Sir Lancelot practice the same?
How many people can say this?
Santa Claus had come in to bleach his hair and beard white at the salon where I went to get my up-do for my post-birthday dinner; he sat a chair away...
I think he might get me what I want for Christmas this year...
I think he might get me what I want for Christmas this year...
Saturday, December 02, 2006
My three Cunts...
My favorites from the Urban Slang Dictionary:
3) 5. cunt
The word cunt is only insulting to Americans and over zealous feminists who don't realise its beauty.
It has almost replaced the word 'mate', often used in Australia to refer to people in a conversation when they can't be bothered trying to remember your name.
Sick Aussie Cunt: Sup cunt?
American feminist: I find that insulting
Sick Aussie Cunt: Piss off
Sick Aussie Cunt 1: Sup cunt?
Sick Aussie Cunt 2: Nothing much, cunt.
2) 6. cunt
The tastiest meal known to man.
I love eating her cunt...
1) ...and my #1 absolute fav...
;-)
3) 5. cunt
The word cunt is only insulting to Americans and over zealous feminists who don't realise its beauty.
It has almost replaced the word 'mate', often used in Australia to refer to people in a conversation when they can't be bothered trying to remember your name.
Sick Aussie Cunt: Sup cunt?
American feminist: I find that insulting
Sick Aussie Cunt: Piss off
Sick Aussie Cunt 1: Sup cunt?
Sick Aussie Cunt 2: Nothing much, cunt.
2) 6. cunt
The tastiest meal known to man.
I love eating her cunt...
1) ...and my #1 absolute fav...
;-)
Money Money Money...
Can you believe he got $36,000 on NBC's show, "1 versus 100", for knowing that a gigabyte is bigger than a kilo or a mega byte!!! Ugghh... That and then using up 2 "helps" from the mob, (which looked like it was filled with people who had penis at 12 syndrome), for the question that asked, which country doesn't border with the country that Borat is from... Egypt, China, or Russia? Uffie... walked away with $156,000 and I've burned my ass in school for the past 2+ years, attaining that much in debt!
Strange Life...
Strange Life...
Friday, December 01, 2006
Tonight... --Reclaiming "Cunt"
NYC Event - Sexual Violence in the Democratic Republic of the Congo: A Conversation with Eve Ensler and Dr. Denis Mukwege
Tonight, Eve Ensler and Dr. Denis Mukwege - long-time advocates for improving the lives of women and girls in violent situations - will discuss sexual violence in the Congo and beyond, and examine mechanisms for prevention and ways to influence policy change on the ground.
Healing the Wounds of War: Sexual Violence in the Democratic Republic of the Congo is presented by The Center for Global Affairs at NYU and The UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs (OCHA) in collaboration with V-Day, The Global Movement to End Violence Against Women and Girls.
Friday, December 1, 2006 6pm - 8pm at
New York University School of Law
Vanderbilt Hall, Tishman Auditorium
40 Washington Square South at MacDougal Street
New York, NY
EVE ENSLER is an Award-winning Playwright/Performer/Activist and Founder of V-Day, a global movement that supports anti-violence organizations throughout the world
DR. DENIS MUKWEGE MUKENGERE is the Director and Founder of the ground-breaking Panzi General Referral Hospital in Bukavu, South Kivu Democratic Republic of the Congo
Register online at www.scps.nyu.edu/preventviolence
For more information please call (212) 992-8380 or email scps.global.affairs@nyu.ed
Tonight, Eve Ensler and Dr. Denis Mukwege - long-time advocates for improving the lives of women and girls in violent situations - will discuss sexual violence in the Congo and beyond, and examine mechanisms for prevention and ways to influence policy change on the ground.
Healing the Wounds of War: Sexual Violence in the Democratic Republic of the Congo is presented by The Center for Global Affairs at NYU and The UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs (OCHA) in collaboration with V-Day, The Global Movement to End Violence Against Women and Girls.
Friday, December 1, 2006 6pm - 8pm at
New York University School of Law
Vanderbilt Hall, Tishman Auditorium
40 Washington Square South at MacDougal Street
New York, NY
EVE ENSLER is an Award-winning Playwright/Performer/Activist and Founder of V-Day, a global movement that supports anti-violence organizations throughout the world
DR. DENIS MUKWEGE MUKENGERE is the Director and Founder of the ground-breaking Panzi General Referral Hospital in Bukavu, South Kivu Democratic Republic of the Congo
Register online at www.scps.nyu.edu/preventviolence
For more information please call (212) 992-8380 or email scps.global.affairs@nyu.ed
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Yesterday was De-Flower Day...
So my Death and Dying Training, in order to be a good physician, has started. I'm learning how to break bad news in a 6-step plan, how to tell someone that he/she is dying, how to help families cope, how to answer children's questions about where mommy is, and even help sick children come to terms with their own death. It hasn't been easy but here's what we learned NOT to say; it surprised me as I hear these phrases, as cliched as they may be, used all the time. But, they are in fact stupid things to say when trying to help a family cope with their loss. Someone I truly admire, Vishal, after opening up a help call center, had by himself called 40 families around Hyderabaad and told them that they had just lost their son/daughter in the 9/11 tragedy. How he managed to attain stamina to help these families come to terms with their child's death is still a mystery to me but I truly admire him and the great inner strength he possesses. Hope ya'll are careful about using theses phrases:
Saturday, November 18, 2006
WOW! --Truth to what you learn in medical school...--Migraine prevalence in the life stages of a Woman
Correlation of Men causing Migraines: Migraines start in the teenage years of a woman's life, depending on when she starts dating. It peaks at a crucial turning point of her life; right after she gets married. It eventually declines and stops reoccurring following the death of her husband.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
priority #985674829462807247585403
Birthday come... Birthday go....
what importance am I in this world? To whom does it even make a difference?
No one even called at midnight...
Even the guy who put 4 rings on my finger forgot...!
:-/
what importance am I in this world? To whom does it even make a difference?
No one even called at midnight...
Even the guy who put 4 rings on my finger forgot...!
:-/
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Babel
Do you think Paul Haggis and Guillermo Arriaga ate the same cereal in the morning? If you liked "Crash", then you will certainly like "Babel." It has become a common theme to take a peek at events in different people's lives in various locations and show how their stories are all intertwined towards the end, but these two writers do an amazingly superb job with it. What really struck me were the simple, natural, and realistic scenes in the movie. I could really relate to each person just by him focusing on portraying small little everyday tasks that the character's partake in, which makes them more real. Things that most movie directors would not even think of were big touching elements in the movie. Simple scenes like where Brad is helping his wife pee moved me soo much... How does one pee after being shot? or the scene when Rinku takes her dentist's hand and puts it you you know where; it reminded me of the famous scene in Black with Amitabh and Kajol. The innocent elements... :( blah... feeling very sucky-alone, and unspecial rt now...will have to write more when the sun shines...
The title of the movie, "Babel" is so apt...
Babel- an ancient city in the land of Shinar in which the building of a tower (Tower of Babel) intended to reach heaven was begun and the confusion of the language of the people took place.
The title of the movie, "Babel" is so apt...
Babel- an ancient city in the land of Shinar in which the building of a tower (Tower of Babel) intended to reach heaven was begun and the confusion of the language of the people took place.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Sahani-->Chadha-->Sahani-->Dr. ???
If my Nani was a Sahani and she married and became a Chadha and my mother was a Chadha and she married and became a Sahani, then that means that I would be Dr. ??? ... aahhh.. too much to think... but, hopefully--not stupid enough to get married!
Why is my mailbox being infiltrated with "GirlF***Friend" emails???
Anybody else find it odd that my 40 year old standardized patient for my physical diagnoses exam today looked at me funny when i asked him if he knows about condoms for protection after he told me he was happily married,... darn.. i spend so much time practicing, expecting a 15 yr old girl... it had to come out! glad i didn't ask him when was his last menstrual period...!!! --it was just at the tip of my tongue! :-) heheh....oh, joys of med school! okay....A-a gradient, pulmonary function tests, sarcoidosis...why do we need to know so much about the lungs anyway...? oh, reminding self to: exhale now...1,2,3...breathe...
so much we take for granted...
;-)
Why is my mailbox being infiltrated with "GirlF***Friend" emails???
Anybody else find it odd that my 40 year old standardized patient for my physical diagnoses exam today looked at me funny when i asked him if he knows about condoms for protection after he told me he was happily married,... darn.. i spend so much time practicing, expecting a 15 yr old girl... it had to come out! glad i didn't ask him when was his last menstrual period...!!! --it was just at the tip of my tongue! :-) heheh....oh, joys of med school! okay....A-a gradient, pulmonary function tests, sarcoidosis...why do we need to know so much about the lungs anyway...? oh, reminding self to: exhale now...1,2,3...breathe...
so much we take for granted...
;-)
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Banana Anyone?
I LOVE BANANA NUT CRUNCH CEREAL!!! :cP~
Did you know that it is the black part of the banana that we consider "spoiled," is actually the part that is used to make banana pudding?
Did you know that it is the black part of the banana that we consider "spoiled," is actually the part that is used to make banana pudding?
Monday, October 23, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Hi-Ho--It's off to jail We Go...
Can you make out the suited figure lurking in the mist?
Ten brave souls set out on a journey to the Eastern Penitentiary yesterday night. This massive edifice is said to have been the site where thousands of prisoners had been tortured, including the notorious, Al Capone. America's ghost hunters have picked up strange magnetic fields and have taped voices in several rooms of this prison. Now, our inquisitive medical minds set out to do some exploration and hunting on our own. What we saw and heard was not captured on film but will forever be embedded into our brains to haunt our dreams. I wish I could show you even a tenth of what I saw, but this is all I have to share as Canon doesn't fancy the dark...
So, I hope you enjoy and leave a comment or two...
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/parita_sahani/album?.dir=/47c5re2&.src=ph&.tok=phVM3rFBj7YXiPts
I guess you'll just have to check it out for yourself...
Go Here: http://www.easternstate.org/halloween/
and click on "Real Ghost Sightings"
Brrrruuuuuuuuaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
This inmate tried to jump out at me!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Old people...
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/18/health/18aged.html?hp&ex=1161230400&en=ea6a36c0084d2d05&ei=5094&partner=homepage
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Featured in the New Yorker...
HARD AND FAST
What an Indian tradition can do for modern dance.
by JOAN ACOCELLA
Issue of 2006-10-23
Posted 2006-10-16
Globalization may have its downside, but it could do something for modern dance that a lot of people would appreciate; namely, restore musicality. Early this month, Pandit Birju Maharaj, the reigning guru of kathak—a dance form that grew up in the Hindu temples and the Mughal courts of northern India—gave a concert at the Peter Norton Symphony Space that may have been the most remarkable display of musical chops to hit the New York dance stage this year. Maharaj is sixty-eight, and he has slowed down. In this show, he was spelled by two disciples, Saswati Sen and Mahua Shankar. Nevertheless, he was soon demonstrating the advanced-math rhythms that kathak is famous for. He showed us how to lay a three-count foot-stamping phrase over a four-count musical phrase, and how to fit fives into sixteens. Saswati Sen did a dance to a count of nine and a half, a feat few people would have dreamed of. She accomplished it by taking some of the beats at double speed, and that is something else about kathak: how fast it gets, with no sacrifice of clarity. The dancer may be spinning like a rotary blade, but, from second to second, the head and arms are making exactly this shape, then exactly that. You can’t believe it—that so many different things are coming out of one source. And that’s not to speak of the mime dances, usually based on Hindu mythology, that are done in alternation with the rhythm studies. In these routines, the kathak performer often plays several characters. In a tale from the Ramayana, Sen was now a virtuous wife, now the god who seduced her, now the enraged husband, and also the river flowing by. Kathak is probably at least eight hundred years old, and in that time it has developed extraordinary subtlety.
Occasionally, for this reason, it is confounding. Maybe a jazz musician could have counted out Sen’s nine-and-a-half-beat phrase, but I couldn’t. Likewise with the stories. That milkmaid Maharaj portrayed at one point: what was she doing, so interestingly, with her hands? Petting a dog? Making dinner? Because kathak is such a perfect, specific flower of Indian history and religion, it looks foreign, like Kabuki, and therefore it might seem that, despite the large Indian populations living in Western capitals, this form could have no effect on Western dancing. You can’t just pick it up. People say that it takes six years to learn.
But you can now learn it in the West. Akram Khan, currently the most bankable British choreographer on the international dance scene, is, artistically, the grandson of Birju Maharaj. Born in London, of Bangladeshi parents, in 1974, he was taken by his mother at the age of seven to that city’s Academy of Indian Dance, where he studied with a famous kathak master, Sri Pratap Pawar, who was trained in India by Maharaj. Until he was twenty, he says, kathak, together with music videos (he adored Michael Jackson), was all he knew. He had no idea that there was such a thing as “modern dance.” Then he went to college, where he studied Martha Graham’s technique and Merce Cunningham’s, and he came out jumbled. He started choreographing in the late nineties, and his style, he told an interviewer, was “eighty percent kathak and twenty percent modern dance.”
You could see that in “Kaash” (2002), his first evening-length piece, which he brought to New York in 2003. This was kathak, but shorn of most of the elements that make it seem exotic. Gone was the Indian garb and the eyeliner and the ankle bells. Gone were the mime dances and, with them, the thing that most makes Indian dance look strange to us, its “facialism”: the rolling eyes, the fluttering eyebrows, the coy looks and pleading looks and angry looks. This facial acting is a whole art in itself, highly stylized, and it is part of the pride of kathak, but to untrained Western audiences—and possibly also to a young Anglo-Bangladeshi growing up in London in the eighties and nineties—it can look like silent-movie acting.
So Khan got rid of the plummy parts, and he hung on to the steely parts, the rhythms. Furthermore, he transferred them to his ensemble. Kathak is traditionally performed solo, but in “Kaash” Khan had five dancers doing the fancy rhythmic combinations. More than that, he made the mathematics visual as well as audial. Again and again, in a line of dancers working in unison, one would peel off, start doing something else, in counterpoint to the others, and thus introduce the seed of change. The resulting dances looked like some biological process glimpsed through a lab microscope—cell division, maybe—where first you have unity, then disturbance and metamorphosis. Another element of kathak that Khan kept was virtuosity. He himself is a firecracker of a dancer—small, tight-strung, but quick and wild. “Kaash” ’s ensemble was just as impressive. Khan had taught the dancers kathak, not for six years, obviously, but long enough. They acted as though they had been doing this dance forever.
And narrative? Earlier this year, Khan—speaking, I believe, for all dancers rooted in what was once called the Third World—told Claudia La Rocco, of the Times, that every dance he did was narrative: “I don’t believe in the word ‘abstract,’ in what I do.” To another interviewer he said that “Kaash” had a big story, combining modern physics with ancient Hinduism: it was about Shiva, the creator-destroyer god, seen as “a black hole in space that sucks everything in—light, matter, sound.” “Kaash” is Hindi for “if.” Presumably, the title refers to the indeterminacy of Shiva’s universe.
I don’t quite buy this explanation, or, rather, I see it as background. Choreographers often start a piece with a story in mind and then create a dance in which the story is completely absorbed, becoming a mood rather than a narrative. “Kaash” had a sinister feel to it. There was a solo for a woman who seemed like a wounded insect trying to find its legs. There was also a tense, erotic duet for Khan and a woman (big, strong, excellent Moya Michael) in which he covered her eyes with his hand, blinding her. But nobody talked about Shiva, or anything else. The piece was abstract, and it looked like modern dance. For many years, modern-dance choreographers have been making good use of African dance—which is not hard, since it is so much a part of our culture—but adaptations of Asian dance tend to look like dress-up: Barbie goes to an ashram. Khan, because kathak is native, not foreign, to him, was able to beat the odds. Last spring, three years after the New York première of “Kaash,” he brought us “Ma” (2004). This dance did have an overt story—indeed, a text by the novelist Hanif Kureishi—about Mother Earth, which is what “ma” means. But, as in “Kaash,” the soul of the piece was rhythmic dancing. These two works, both set to Indian-inspired scores (“Kaash” ’s by Nitin Sawhney, “Ma” ’s mostly by Riccardo Nova), are the only really successful fusions of modern dance with Indian dance that I have ever seen.
This month, at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, as part of a celebration of the seventieth birthday of Steve Reich, Khan showed a new piece, “Variations for Vibes, Pianos, and Strings,” to a Reich composition of the same name, and it was a surprise, because it was less kathak-based, less rhythm-driven, than anything else we have seen by him. It was a trio for three men—Khan; Young Jin Kim, a Korean; and Gregory Maqoma, a South African—and it had two themes. One was multiculturalism, as embodied by the three dancers (and Reich’s music). The other was the unity of dance and music. As the curtain rose, we beheld the London Sinfonietta ranged on two sides of the stage—violins, violas, cellos, pianos, vibraphones, plus the conductor, Alan Pierson. It was just an orchestra, but, displayed in that way, like a set, it was a heart-stopping sight, the cellos gleaming, the vibraphones winking at the lights. Khan was saying how beautiful music is, and how dance is nothing without it. But, as the piece progressed, it turned out that this was all he was going to say. The dancers did solos, duets, and trios, but eventually they gave up on that and began conducting the orchestra, along with Pierson. Kathak, with its rhythmic meditations, was nowhere in evidence. I think I know why. Given the multiculturalism theme and its casting consequences—three virtuoso dancers, from three different lands—Khan could not impose his own style. On the other hand, that style is his language. Without it, he didn’t have any ideas.
I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come. Khan has told the press that he is now taking time off from his company. He’s been making a series of duets for himself and other star performers, such as Juliette Binoche (a dance-theatre piece) and the ballerina Sylvie Guillem. This project may be, in part, a product of exhaustion. After “Kaash,” Khan became famous very fast. He was covered with honors—he got an M.B.E. last year—and invited everywhere. To directors of dance festivals, there is nothing more attractive these days than a talented choreographer of bicultural origin. Khan recently said that for the past few years he has been touring ten months a year—a punishing schedule. If, as a result, he is now doing side jobs, that is understandable. It’s easier than running a company.
But, without a company, Khan will not be able to go on exploring kathak, and that would be a terrible loss. “Kaash” may have looked like modern dance, but in one sense it departed from the main line of that tradition: it was musical. Modern dance arose partly in opposition to ballet, and one of the fripperies of ballet that some early modern dancers were determined to throw off was subservience to music. We tend to locate modern dance’s split with music in the nineteen-sixties, with Judson Dance Theatre, but it began early in the century, and it hasn’t gone away. In every downtown dance venue, on every Saturday night, you can see performers doing just about anything except moving to a beat. But audiences are hungry for musical dancing, and they have found it, usually in other kinds of dance—in ballet, for example. Utterly empty ballets will often be frenetically applauded if they are performed to a rousing beat. A better example is “ethnic” dance. Why is the cheesy Riverdance such a hit? Why does the New York Flamenco Festival sell out? Because their shows are exciting musically. To come back to modern dance, what makes Mark Morris so popular? Why are the works of Ronald K. Brown the main draw of the Alvin Ailey company’s recent repertory? Partly because both men have taken their inspiration from music-bound ethnic forms—African dance in Brown’s case, Balkan dance and flamenco in Morris’s. As populations go on moving from Asia and Africa to Europe and America, this revival of musicality in modern dance will continue. I hope Khan will be part of it. That is, I hope he gets back to kathak soon.
What an Indian tradition can do for modern dance.
by JOAN ACOCELLA
Issue of 2006-10-23
Posted 2006-10-16
Globalization may have its downside, but it could do something for modern dance that a lot of people would appreciate; namely, restore musicality. Early this month, Pandit Birju Maharaj, the reigning guru of kathak—a dance form that grew up in the Hindu temples and the Mughal courts of northern India—gave a concert at the Peter Norton Symphony Space that may have been the most remarkable display of musical chops to hit the New York dance stage this year. Maharaj is sixty-eight, and he has slowed down. In this show, he was spelled by two disciples, Saswati Sen and Mahua Shankar. Nevertheless, he was soon demonstrating the advanced-math rhythms that kathak is famous for. He showed us how to lay a three-count foot-stamping phrase over a four-count musical phrase, and how to fit fives into sixteens. Saswati Sen did a dance to a count of nine and a half, a feat few people would have dreamed of. She accomplished it by taking some of the beats at double speed, and that is something else about kathak: how fast it gets, with no sacrifice of clarity. The dancer may be spinning like a rotary blade, but, from second to second, the head and arms are making exactly this shape, then exactly that. You can’t believe it—that so many different things are coming out of one source. And that’s not to speak of the mime dances, usually based on Hindu mythology, that are done in alternation with the rhythm studies. In these routines, the kathak performer often plays several characters. In a tale from the Ramayana, Sen was now a virtuous wife, now the god who seduced her, now the enraged husband, and also the river flowing by. Kathak is probably at least eight hundred years old, and in that time it has developed extraordinary subtlety.
Occasionally, for this reason, it is confounding. Maybe a jazz musician could have counted out Sen’s nine-and-a-half-beat phrase, but I couldn’t. Likewise with the stories. That milkmaid Maharaj portrayed at one point: what was she doing, so interestingly, with her hands? Petting a dog? Making dinner? Because kathak is such a perfect, specific flower of Indian history and religion, it looks foreign, like Kabuki, and therefore it might seem that, despite the large Indian populations living in Western capitals, this form could have no effect on Western dancing. You can’t just pick it up. People say that it takes six years to learn.
But you can now learn it in the West. Akram Khan, currently the most bankable British choreographer on the international dance scene, is, artistically, the grandson of Birju Maharaj. Born in London, of Bangladeshi parents, in 1974, he was taken by his mother at the age of seven to that city’s Academy of Indian Dance, where he studied with a famous kathak master, Sri Pratap Pawar, who was trained in India by Maharaj. Until he was twenty, he says, kathak, together with music videos (he adored Michael Jackson), was all he knew. He had no idea that there was such a thing as “modern dance.” Then he went to college, where he studied Martha Graham’s technique and Merce Cunningham’s, and he came out jumbled. He started choreographing in the late nineties, and his style, he told an interviewer, was “eighty percent kathak and twenty percent modern dance.”
You could see that in “Kaash” (2002), his first evening-length piece, which he brought to New York in 2003. This was kathak, but shorn of most of the elements that make it seem exotic. Gone was the Indian garb and the eyeliner and the ankle bells. Gone were the mime dances and, with them, the thing that most makes Indian dance look strange to us, its “facialism”: the rolling eyes, the fluttering eyebrows, the coy looks and pleading looks and angry looks. This facial acting is a whole art in itself, highly stylized, and it is part of the pride of kathak, but to untrained Western audiences—and possibly also to a young Anglo-Bangladeshi growing up in London in the eighties and nineties—it can look like silent-movie acting.
So Khan got rid of the plummy parts, and he hung on to the steely parts, the rhythms. Furthermore, he transferred them to his ensemble. Kathak is traditionally performed solo, but in “Kaash” Khan had five dancers doing the fancy rhythmic combinations. More than that, he made the mathematics visual as well as audial. Again and again, in a line of dancers working in unison, one would peel off, start doing something else, in counterpoint to the others, and thus introduce the seed of change. The resulting dances looked like some biological process glimpsed through a lab microscope—cell division, maybe—where first you have unity, then disturbance and metamorphosis. Another element of kathak that Khan kept was virtuosity. He himself is a firecracker of a dancer—small, tight-strung, but quick and wild. “Kaash” ’s ensemble was just as impressive. Khan had taught the dancers kathak, not for six years, obviously, but long enough. They acted as though they had been doing this dance forever.
And narrative? Earlier this year, Khan—speaking, I believe, for all dancers rooted in what was once called the Third World—told Claudia La Rocco, of the Times, that every dance he did was narrative: “I don’t believe in the word ‘abstract,’ in what I do.” To another interviewer he said that “Kaash” had a big story, combining modern physics with ancient Hinduism: it was about Shiva, the creator-destroyer god, seen as “a black hole in space that sucks everything in—light, matter, sound.” “Kaash” is Hindi for “if.” Presumably, the title refers to the indeterminacy of Shiva’s universe.
I don’t quite buy this explanation, or, rather, I see it as background. Choreographers often start a piece with a story in mind and then create a dance in which the story is completely absorbed, becoming a mood rather than a narrative. “Kaash” had a sinister feel to it. There was a solo for a woman who seemed like a wounded insect trying to find its legs. There was also a tense, erotic duet for Khan and a woman (big, strong, excellent Moya Michael) in which he covered her eyes with his hand, blinding her. But nobody talked about Shiva, or anything else. The piece was abstract, and it looked like modern dance. For many years, modern-dance choreographers have been making good use of African dance—which is not hard, since it is so much a part of our culture—but adaptations of Asian dance tend to look like dress-up: Barbie goes to an ashram. Khan, because kathak is native, not foreign, to him, was able to beat the odds. Last spring, three years after the New York première of “Kaash,” he brought us “Ma” (2004). This dance did have an overt story—indeed, a text by the novelist Hanif Kureishi—about Mother Earth, which is what “ma” means. But, as in “Kaash,” the soul of the piece was rhythmic dancing. These two works, both set to Indian-inspired scores (“Kaash” ’s by Nitin Sawhney, “Ma” ’s mostly by Riccardo Nova), are the only really successful fusions of modern dance with Indian dance that I have ever seen.
This month, at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, as part of a celebration of the seventieth birthday of Steve Reich, Khan showed a new piece, “Variations for Vibes, Pianos, and Strings,” to a Reich composition of the same name, and it was a surprise, because it was less kathak-based, less rhythm-driven, than anything else we have seen by him. It was a trio for three men—Khan; Young Jin Kim, a Korean; and Gregory Maqoma, a South African—and it had two themes. One was multiculturalism, as embodied by the three dancers (and Reich’s music). The other was the unity of dance and music. As the curtain rose, we beheld the London Sinfonietta ranged on two sides of the stage—violins, violas, cellos, pianos, vibraphones, plus the conductor, Alan Pierson. It was just an orchestra, but, displayed in that way, like a set, it was a heart-stopping sight, the cellos gleaming, the vibraphones winking at the lights. Khan was saying how beautiful music is, and how dance is nothing without it. But, as the piece progressed, it turned out that this was all he was going to say. The dancers did solos, duets, and trios, but eventually they gave up on that and began conducting the orchestra, along with Pierson. Kathak, with its rhythmic meditations, was nowhere in evidence. I think I know why. Given the multiculturalism theme and its casting consequences—three virtuoso dancers, from three different lands—Khan could not impose his own style. On the other hand, that style is his language. Without it, he didn’t have any ideas.
I hope this isn’t a sign of things to come. Khan has told the press that he is now taking time off from his company. He’s been making a series of duets for himself and other star performers, such as Juliette Binoche (a dance-theatre piece) and the ballerina Sylvie Guillem. This project may be, in part, a product of exhaustion. After “Kaash,” Khan became famous very fast. He was covered with honors—he got an M.B.E. last year—and invited everywhere. To directors of dance festivals, there is nothing more attractive these days than a talented choreographer of bicultural origin. Khan recently said that for the past few years he has been touring ten months a year—a punishing schedule. If, as a result, he is now doing side jobs, that is understandable. It’s easier than running a company.
But, without a company, Khan will not be able to go on exploring kathak, and that would be a terrible loss. “Kaash” may have looked like modern dance, but in one sense it departed from the main line of that tradition: it was musical. Modern dance arose partly in opposition to ballet, and one of the fripperies of ballet that some early modern dancers were determined to throw off was subservience to music. We tend to locate modern dance’s split with music in the nineteen-sixties, with Judson Dance Theatre, but it began early in the century, and it hasn’t gone away. In every downtown dance venue, on every Saturday night, you can see performers doing just about anything except moving to a beat. But audiences are hungry for musical dancing, and they have found it, usually in other kinds of dance—in ballet, for example. Utterly empty ballets will often be frenetically applauded if they are performed to a rousing beat. A better example is “ethnic” dance. Why is the cheesy Riverdance such a hit? Why does the New York Flamenco Festival sell out? Because their shows are exciting musically. To come back to modern dance, what makes Mark Morris so popular? Why are the works of Ronald K. Brown the main draw of the Alvin Ailey company’s recent repertory? Partly because both men have taken their inspiration from music-bound ethnic forms—African dance in Brown’s case, Balkan dance and flamenco in Morris’s. As populations go on moving from Asia and Africa to Europe and America, this revival of musicality in modern dance will continue. I hope Khan will be part of it. That is, I hope he gets back to kathak soon.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
he doesn't mean what he says...
Ladies, watch out when u stay over his place over the weekend and he kisses you in the middle of the night and says that he loves you; he doesn't mean it! Yes, even the most sincere one, (-who u thought is the jem and prince charming,) doesn't mean it! It's just a "tool" that he uses and says so that you get on top of him and ride him!
We knew this before nah?... so what made us think that this guy is different?
I should have realized why he said it...Just look at the timing of it; had he ever said it to me in the day? Dumbass, stupid me,--for believing him THAT NIGHT... or EVER for the matter of fact,....
Since when does a guy ever mean what he says or even lives up to what he had said...???
I have yet,... to meet a REAL MAN...
We knew this before nah?... so what made us think that this guy is different?
I should have realized why he said it...Just look at the timing of it; had he ever said it to me in the day? Dumbass, stupid me,--for believing him THAT NIGHT... or EVER for the matter of fact,....
Since when does a guy ever mean what he says or even lives up to what he had said...???
I have yet,... to meet a REAL MAN...
Thursday, September 28, 2006
If you get something that is hard to find, don't let go of it, Dummy!
Upon further thought on the rather sensuous picture I placed below...
Is establishing a connection and experiencing intimacy with your partner important for good sex?
If so, how often do we experience that intimacy in our lives and when we have it, why don't we hold on to it and take care of it...?
Is establishing a connection and experiencing intimacy with your partner important for good sex?
If so, how often do we experience that intimacy in our lives and when we have it, why don't we hold on to it and take care of it...?
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I am what I learn...
I'm an Alcoholic Depending, Bipolar Type I, Demented, Obsessive Compulsive, and Delerious Hypochondriac, who lacks sleep, battles an Euphoric Addiction, and suffers from Conversion, Somatization, Cognitive Impairment, and Malingering, Body Dysmorphic, Munchausen, Fictitious Disorder.
In other words, I have Medical School Syndrome; nevertheless, I find Psychiatry to be a Dangerous tool that has been Unleashed in our Society. Remember, there is no such thing as a criminal--just people like you and me who self-inflict temporary insanity! Not to worry, just: Smile,...DocsHere! :-)
In other words, I have Medical School Syndrome; nevertheless, I find Psychiatry to be a Dangerous tool that has been Unleashed in our Society. Remember, there is no such thing as a criminal--just people like you and me who self-inflict temporary insanity! Not to worry, just: Smile,...DocsHere! :-)
Monday, September 25, 2006
Aging...
When does aging become a bad word?
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than ten years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half." You're never 36-and-a-half ...you're four-and-a-half going on 5.You get into your teens; now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16."You could be 12, but you're gonna be 16. Eventually. Then the great day of your life; you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. You BECOME 21....Yes!! Then you turn 30. What happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. What's wrong? What changed? You BECOME 21; you TURN 30. Then you're PUSHING 40....stay over there. You REACH 50.You BECOME 21; you TURN 30; You're PUSHING 40; you REACH 50; then you MAKE IT to 60.By then you've built up so much speed, you HIT 70.After that, it's a day by day thing. You HIT Wednesday...You get into your 80's; you HIT lunch, you HIT 4:30. My Grandmother won't even buy green bananas. "Well, it's an investment, you know, and maybe a bad one." And it doesn't end there....Into the 90's, you start going backwards. "I was JUST 92."Then a strange thing happens; if you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half."
I hope all of you live long and healthy and make it 100 and a half! --Remember all you need is a little fresh air, salmon, garlic, and wine and may you be MERRY and YOUNG ALWAYS! ;-)
Recording of FBI phone call to the Taliban government
http://www.conservativetruth.org/humor/Taliban%20phone%20call.mp3
"Girls are Sexy, Boys Drink Pepsi..."
We chanted this when we were little, but what's the truth behind Gender Identity?
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/09/24/magazine/24intersexkids.html?ei=5070&en=c65d26e6e4fbf256&ex=1159675200&emc=eta1&pagewanted=all
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than ten years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half." You're never 36-and-a-half ...you're four-and-a-half going on 5.You get into your teens; now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16."You could be 12, but you're gonna be 16. Eventually. Then the great day of your life; you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. You BECOME 21....Yes!! Then you turn 30. What happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. What's wrong? What changed? You BECOME 21; you TURN 30. Then you're PUSHING 40....stay over there. You REACH 50.You BECOME 21; you TURN 30; You're PUSHING 40; you REACH 50; then you MAKE IT to 60.By then you've built up so much speed, you HIT 70.After that, it's a day by day thing. You HIT Wednesday...You get into your 80's; you HIT lunch, you HIT 4:30. My Grandmother won't even buy green bananas. "Well, it's an investment, you know, and maybe a bad one." And it doesn't end there....Into the 90's, you start going backwards. "I was JUST 92."Then a strange thing happens; if you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half."
I hope all of you live long and healthy and make it 100 and a half! --Remember all you need is a little fresh air, salmon, garlic, and wine and may you be MERRY and YOUNG ALWAYS! ;-)
Recording of FBI phone call to the Taliban government
http://www.conservativetruth.org/humor/Taliban%20phone%20call.mp3
"Girls are Sexy, Boys Drink Pepsi..."
We chanted this when we were little, but what's the truth behind Gender Identity?
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/09/24/magazine/24intersexkids.html?ei=5070&en=c65d26e6e4fbf256&ex=1159675200&emc=eta1&pagewanted=all
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
AOA Blog
Health Policy Notes
The Congressional Budget Office released a "budget brief" on 9/7/06 asserting that increasing physician payment rates by 1% in 2007 would have a five-year cost of $13 billion. If physician payment rates increased at the rate of medical inflation, the five-year cost would be $58 billion and $218 billion over 10 years.
Researchers to date have identified over 200 of the genes that cause breast and colorectal cancers, which will most likely lead to new methods of diagnosing and treating such cancers, according to the 9/6/06 Chicago Sun-Times.
The 9/8-10/06 USA Today reported that American's use of illegal drugs rose overall between 2004-2005 to 8.1% of the population; however, adults aged 50-59 had the most dramatic rise, 63% from 2002 to 2005.
The Congressional Budget Office released a "budget brief" on 9/7/06 asserting that increasing physician payment rates by 1% in 2007 would have a five-year cost of $13 billion. If physician payment rates increased at the rate of medical inflation, the five-year cost would be $58 billion and $218 billion over 10 years.
Researchers to date have identified over 200 of the genes that cause breast and colorectal cancers, which will most likely lead to new methods of diagnosing and treating such cancers, according to the 9/6/06 Chicago Sun-Times.
The 9/8-10/06 USA Today reported that American's use of illegal drugs rose overall between 2004-2005 to 8.1% of the population; however, adults aged 50-59 had the most dramatic rise, 63% from 2002 to 2005.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Invincible...
Alrite, all you loyal Eagle's fans--I can't believe all the shows for Invincible were sold out in South Jersey too! I didn't get to see it till 10:15pm! It was well worth the wait though! It's the biggest football movie since Jerry Maguire! So what did I learn? I learned that you need to get laid in order to win!
Seriously, he starts playing better after he gets the girl...
It was the women in the movie who were so supportive of their men's dreams and held them through their weakest moments. They helped their men find the passion that first drove them into their fields. Goooo Women... Wooohooo...! (Either that, or it was the sex... j/k) :c)~
Nah seriously, the balance between the football plays and the relationships were done well. There's a certain level of focus that needs to be there in both realms-- career and love; focusing on just one made him falter; there always needs to be a good balance between both for a sucessful life. This reminds me a lot of the relationship between Cinderella Man and his wife! Gawd, they have such a beautiful, pristine, relationship! I look up to that so much and crave for that level of understanding, comfort, and security in my life--just knowing that someone will always be there no matter what you know? That feeling is out of this world!! Makes one feel "Invincible!" Can any of you truly say that you have one person who will support you no matter what? In any rut that you fall in and still be there by your side, holding your hand? My moma will probably smack me first if I screwup and I'm sure eventually I'll get some degree of support, but it's a different kind of understanding I crave for.... that feeling of having someone you can say to,... you're there nah?... and u know the answer already, but it's just that "knowing" feeling that he/she gives you, that "love" and "assurance" that everything in life will turn out okay in the end... it always does...
...but this is probably all mambo jumbo to the superficial society that we live in today.... i think it has affected me too! i was watching the 70s show yesterday and some therapist was asking the couple to think about things that excite them about marriage, so i posed the same question to Daesoon and Franky,.. and Daesoon said, "--it's the feeling of waking up next to someone everyday who loves and cares about you so much and you just know that this person will always be there for you...." and after he said that i looked at him for a moment... and totally burst out laughing like a hyena....!! LOL... i was like,..? comon !!! GET REAL! but he was being totally serious.... i felt kinda bad for laughing at him.. but i can't even remember the last time i heard a guy talk like that... it's been like 4 yrs...!! i can't imagine any guy saying that and carrying it out till i'm 85 with no teeth...! people just don't think like that anymore... i've lost my whole faith in that... i know it's a wonderful feeling... and when you're high and in love.. you improve your performance skills...and it makes you do 2400 things in one day and u feel totally invincible on cloud 11... but u can achieve the same feeling of being high by having sex about 56 times a day to produce the same amount of hormones chemically... hmm...that could be quite exhausting but fun to try on a nothing-to-do saturday in bed...
Happy Saturday! ;-)
More News: I just got a pedicure! Oh my god! It felt soooo goood! :-) I love my feet being massaged! They do it sooo well! No where near in comparison to the Pedicure that Vish treated me for in Cape Cod of course, but it was pretty decent! Also, it was kinda nice to see guys taking care of their feet too! My toes are a luscious red now and sooo shiny!!! --I could eat off of them! :c)~
Seriously, he starts playing better after he gets the girl...
It was the women in the movie who were so supportive of their men's dreams and held them through their weakest moments. They helped their men find the passion that first drove them into their fields. Goooo Women... Wooohooo...! (Either that, or it was the sex... j/k) :c)~
Nah seriously, the balance between the football plays and the relationships were done well. There's a certain level of focus that needs to be there in both realms-- career and love; focusing on just one made him falter; there always needs to be a good balance between both for a sucessful life. This reminds me a lot of the relationship between Cinderella Man and his wife! Gawd, they have such a beautiful, pristine, relationship! I look up to that so much and crave for that level of understanding, comfort, and security in my life--just knowing that someone will always be there no matter what you know? That feeling is out of this world!! Makes one feel "Invincible!" Can any of you truly say that you have one person who will support you no matter what? In any rut that you fall in and still be there by your side, holding your hand? My moma will probably smack me first if I screwup and I'm sure eventually I'll get some degree of support, but it's a different kind of understanding I crave for.... that feeling of having someone you can say to,... you're there nah?... and u know the answer already, but it's just that "knowing" feeling that he/she gives you, that "love" and "assurance" that everything in life will turn out okay in the end... it always does...
...but this is probably all mambo jumbo to the superficial society that we live in today.... i think it has affected me too! i was watching the 70s show yesterday and some therapist was asking the couple to think about things that excite them about marriage, so i posed the same question to Daesoon and Franky,.. and Daesoon said, "--it's the feeling of waking up next to someone everyday who loves and cares about you so much and you just know that this person will always be there for you...." and after he said that i looked at him for a moment... and totally burst out laughing like a hyena....!! LOL... i was like,..? comon !!! GET REAL! but he was being totally serious.... i felt kinda bad for laughing at him.. but i can't even remember the last time i heard a guy talk like that... it's been like 4 yrs...!! i can't imagine any guy saying that and carrying it out till i'm 85 with no teeth...! people just don't think like that anymore... i've lost my whole faith in that... i know it's a wonderful feeling... and when you're high and in love.. you improve your performance skills...and it makes you do 2400 things in one day and u feel totally invincible on cloud 11... but u can achieve the same feeling of being high by having sex about 56 times a day to produce the same amount of hormones chemically... hmm...that could be quite exhausting but fun to try on a nothing-to-do saturday in bed...
Happy Saturday! ;-)
More News: I just got a pedicure! Oh my god! It felt soooo goood! :-) I love my feet being massaged! They do it sooo well! No where near in comparison to the Pedicure that Vish treated me for in Cape Cod of course, but it was pretty decent! Also, it was kinda nice to see guys taking care of their feet too! My toes are a luscious red now and sooo shiny!!! --I could eat off of them! :c)~
Friday, August 25, 2006
Shake and Bake baby...!!!
U know, Will Farrell (aka--Phil Reston) is funny but honestly, I liked John Reiley a lot better--I really think that acting-wise Reiley is great! (especially in the last scene with the trophy; he was real good! Gary Cole looked like he could be Farrell's son! He was so in shape and young and healthy looking! :-) Okay where's that French restaurant when you need it? Trying to get away from that American diet, we love so much. And of course we were gonna stop at AppleBee's before the movie for dinner. Ayi ya yai... At least, I didn't keep saying, "I should be studying, I should be studying" (Oooh, remember Kristin's orgasm interpretation of this? -Gawd I love VM!) (This blog will only make sense if you read the one below.) I'm surprised that I didn't feel guilty at all that I was out and all my school friends were home diving into their textbooks... Yes, yes, i know... So overall Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby was entertaining; some parts dragged though!
By the way, how funny is it if that the terrorist try to make weapons of mass destruction ushing biological warfare and start spreading anthrax, only to learn that they're egetting beaten by good ole' house garlic! :c)~ hehehhehe...
i find it soo amusing...
so if you want to live to be 123, adopt the japanes diet,.. they don't have any history of alzheimer's disease and such a low risk of cardiovascular disease. Our brain needs this thing called DHA in omega-3 that we used to get when we were sea creatures and ever since we've been on land, apparently evolution hasn't figured out a way to make this stuff ourselves and our brain needs it for food and you can only get it from fish. If you don't like the nasty fish taste in your mouth from fish oil capsules, then try this thing called Coromega, they come in these lil ketchup-like packets and taste like orange pudding! You'll want more, but one a day is good. :-) Or just have fish and wine everyday and you'll be fine... ! :) Throw in some fresh garlic, chop it a lil bit, put some olive oil and a lil salt and pepper and perfect you got yourself a great antibiotic, one that no bacteria has been able to build up resistance towards. When nothing else works, garlic will...! Make sure you carry breathmints and perfume--garlic does get excreted from the body through the pores in our skin and through the lungs, as does alcohol--u dwi dodgers-attempting to pass the breathalizer test!! so anyways, Garlic Rocks! But be careful if you want to get kissed tonight... :-*
By the way, how funny is it if that the terrorist try to make weapons of mass destruction ushing biological warfare and start spreading anthrax, only to learn that they're egetting beaten by good ole' house garlic! :c)~ hehehhehe...
i find it soo amusing...
so if you want to live to be 123, adopt the japanes diet,.. they don't have any history of alzheimer's disease and such a low risk of cardiovascular disease. Our brain needs this thing called DHA in omega-3 that we used to get when we were sea creatures and ever since we've been on land, apparently evolution hasn't figured out a way to make this stuff ourselves and our brain needs it for food and you can only get it from fish. If you don't like the nasty fish taste in your mouth from fish oil capsules, then try this thing called Coromega, they come in these lil ketchup-like packets and taste like orange pudding! You'll want more, but one a day is good. :-) Or just have fish and wine everyday and you'll be fine... ! :) Throw in some fresh garlic, chop it a lil bit, put some olive oil and a lil salt and pepper and perfect you got yourself a great antibiotic, one that no bacteria has been able to build up resistance towards. When nothing else works, garlic will...! Make sure you carry breathmints and perfume--garlic does get excreted from the body through the pores in our skin and through the lungs, as does alcohol--u dwi dodgers-attempting to pass the breathalizer test!! so anyways, Garlic Rocks! But be careful if you want to get kissed tonight... :-*
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Sweet water...
This one is courtesy of Stevie D:
(I don't know you yet, but you made me want to blog again...) :-)
Thanks for the comment.
"Man, you gotta taste this Sea Water"
Drink the sea water
Great site:
http://blog.gupsup.com/
It's so AWESOME that people are still talking about Vagina Monologues!!!
I'd be at the oddest of all places and people will come up and commend me saying that it was an unforgettable night that changed their life...!
~It really does feels good to do something great for the community! :-)
SO GO ON, GO AHEAD AND DO SOMETHING NICE FOR SOMEONE TODAY, GO! Dil ko Achcha lage ga.... :c)~
Oh just 1 more thing, --Don't forget to drink your coffee for the day! :-)
(I don't know you yet, but you made me want to blog again...) :-)
Thanks for the comment.
"Man, you gotta taste this Sea Water"
Drink the sea water
Great site:
http://blog.gupsup.com/
It's so AWESOME that people are still talking about Vagina Monologues!!!
I'd be at the oddest of all places and people will come up and commend me saying that it was an unforgettable night that changed their life...!
~It really does feels good to do something great for the community! :-)
SO GO ON, GO AHEAD AND DO SOMETHING NICE FOR SOMEONE TODAY, GO! Dil ko Achcha lage ga.... :c)~
...and keep smiling, cause sum 1 luvs u!
Oh just 1 more thing, --Don't forget to drink your coffee for the day! :-)
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Why are lobsters red?
I don't know, but they taste sooo damn gooood! :-) Thanks Noly! I loved the Lobsterita Margarita! So I quadrupled the number of calories that I supposedly tried to burn at the gym today. No worries, right? --There's always gastric bypass!
Seriously though, I feel so sorry for those people who underwent banding of the stomach. What a huge life adjustment to make with a tiny little stomach. Just imagine, they couldn't even fit the Caesar salad that comes with your meal in the beginning. They'd have to keep excusing themselves to go to the restroom to make room for the next course! Gawd! What a life! No wonder they need to go through such intense psycho therapy! Wouldn't it just be easier if we ate like the French rather than eating like it's our last meal?
Or just had sex every night, either works! :c)~
They drink more, smoke more, and still have a longer life expectancy!
Smaller portions People!!! It's okay,...American Restaurants are just oblivious to the Starving Children in Somalia!
Other Egocentric American Medical News:
--Researchers found that drinking coffee seriously reduces the risk of developing diabetes, heart disease, and cirrhosis of the liver. Numerous reasons were cited, including coffee's significant antioxidant content, according to the 8/15/06 New York Times.
(Yea! Drugs are Good too!)
--CQ HealthBeat reported on 8/16/06 that over 25% of all children born each year in the US are born via Caesarean section, 38% more than in 1997.
(I guess our celebrities started a trend and women just don't want to deal with the whole process anymore. Just drug em' and get the fish out!) Yet, if they didn't past at all, it would still come out! Personally, I'd recommend water birth to my patients!
--The State Legislatures in Vermont and California both voted down two assisted-suicide bills modeled on Oregon's unique law. Supporters in Vermont say that they will try again next year, according to the 8/14/06 American Medical News.
(I think we just generally like to kill in our society)
On the World News Front:
The AOA is proud to report that the Japan Osteopathic Federation (JOF) has pledged $5,000 to support the consultation on the development of the WHO Guidelines for basic training and safety in osteopathy. The Osteopathic International Alliance (OIA) has been coordinating responses and comments on the draft Guidelines, which has been reviewed by national organizations around the world. The AOA has taken charge of expediting the consultation to finalize the guidelines, which we anticipate will happen early next year. To date, we have received contributions from the JOF, the World Osteopathic Health Organization (WOHO), and the Federazione Sindacale Italiana Osteopati (FeSIOs), an Italian osteopathic association.
:-)
Strange thought of the day: Could you imagine a mad scientist in a laboratory growing a fetus into a full sized grown man underwater? Would it be possible to maintain the gills we first get as a fetus in a womb and develop them into our adulthood lives? Let's not use our lungs! --Can we develop a mechanism in our body to suck out the oxygen from water so that we don't drown or die from CHF and so we can swim with the dolphins? :)
Ignoring the moral and ethical dilemma behind it, (which to tell you the truth, I don't think even exists anymore--cause to each is own, but we are just responsible for our actions!), but seriously mad scientist guy would love to grow a human in isolation and doing it underwater would be trying to make it evolve backwards! This human would have lived his whole life underwater and we'd be watching him through the glass. What kind of socialization skills would he develop? If we put a female in the aquarium with him, how would they interact--without any influence from the outside world? Hmmmm..... Evolution--a million years of conspiracy!
Seriously though, I feel so sorry for those people who underwent banding of the stomach. What a huge life adjustment to make with a tiny little stomach. Just imagine, they couldn't even fit the Caesar salad that comes with your meal in the beginning. They'd have to keep excusing themselves to go to the restroom to make room for the next course! Gawd! What a life! No wonder they need to go through such intense psycho therapy! Wouldn't it just be easier if we ate like the French rather than eating like it's our last meal?
Or just had sex every night, either works! :c)~
They drink more, smoke more, and still have a longer life expectancy!
Smaller portions People!!! It's okay,...American Restaurants are just oblivious to the Starving Children in Somalia!
Other Egocentric American Medical News:
--Researchers found that drinking coffee seriously reduces the risk of developing diabetes, heart disease, and cirrhosis of the liver. Numerous reasons were cited, including coffee's significant antioxidant content, according to the 8/15/06 New York Times.
(Yea! Drugs are Good too!)
--CQ HealthBeat reported on 8/16/06 that over 25% of all children born each year in the US are born via Caesarean section, 38% more than in 1997.
(I guess our celebrities started a trend and women just don't want to deal with the whole process anymore. Just drug em' and get the fish out!) Yet, if they didn't past at all, it would still come out! Personally, I'd recommend water birth to my patients!
--The State Legislatures in Vermont and California both voted down two assisted-suicide bills modeled on Oregon's unique law. Supporters in Vermont say that they will try again next year, according to the 8/14/06 American Medical News.
(I think we just generally like to kill in our society)
On the World News Front:
The AOA is proud to report that the Japan Osteopathic Federation (JOF) has pledged $5,000 to support the consultation on the development of the WHO Guidelines for basic training and safety in osteopathy. The Osteopathic International Alliance (OIA) has been coordinating responses and comments on the draft Guidelines, which has been reviewed by national organizations around the world. The AOA has taken charge of expediting the consultation to finalize the guidelines, which we anticipate will happen early next year. To date, we have received contributions from the JOF, the World Osteopathic Health Organization (WOHO), and the Federazione Sindacale Italiana Osteopati (FeSIOs), an Italian osteopathic association.
:-)
Strange thought of the day: Could you imagine a mad scientist in a laboratory growing a fetus into a full sized grown man underwater? Would it be possible to maintain the gills we first get as a fetus in a womb and develop them into our adulthood lives? Let's not use our lungs! --Can we develop a mechanism in our body to suck out the oxygen from water so that we don't drown or die from CHF and so we can swim with the dolphins? :)
Ignoring the moral and ethical dilemma behind it, (which to tell you the truth, I don't think even exists anymore--cause to each is own, but we are just responsible for our actions!), but seriously mad scientist guy would love to grow a human in isolation and doing it underwater would be trying to make it evolve backwards! This human would have lived his whole life underwater and we'd be watching him through the glass. What kind of socialization skills would he develop? If we put a female in the aquarium with him, how would they interact--without any influence from the outside world? Hmmmm..... Evolution--a million years of conspiracy!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
What is Friendship?
Isn't it a shame that when you've been friends with someone for so long and have tried to be there for that person through the good times and the bad ones and have gone through so much together... and then all of a sudden he/she is embarrased to let anyone know that he/she is associating with you?
ouch...!
u know who you are... yes it's you...! what the hec, yaar?
ouch...!
u know who you are... yes it's you...! what the hec, yaar?
Friday, August 11, 2006
good-bye!
i'm gonna stop blogging! i blogged for ten days and i haven't gotten a single comment! that totally sucks! and Karan, since when does septa go to toronto? -especially not from newark penn station! i guess i suck at writing--no one wants to read the crap i write-- so i don't know why i was wasting my time! goodbye!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
when the time comes...
it looked like the tumors were trying to break out of his body my neighbor said.
metastasized to every organ within an invisible rib cage
lumps just started bursting out of his shriveled, dry, chemo-radiated skin
his eyes bulged out of their sockets right before he took his last breath.
when they had found out, it was too late
as it often is...
he had been suffering for months now.
it had got his tongue
took his sight
and his dignity...
he said he would quit when the time is right.
he died before that.
it killed him
that slender white drag that we think, we look so cool holding between our first and middle
when we stand there in the blistering cold, letting the gray fumes swivel and warm us within, never thinking about it burning holes through our alveolar sacs..
it makes us feel-- oh so good…
the whole process of finding a stash, flipping it open, pulling out the lucky one, a flick, a flick, and another flick--the flames crisply burning the tobacco as we bring it near the end tip while our hand is cuffed so gently protecting the entity that is about to bring us our prime pleasure of the day.
Oh how pretty it looks as it incinerates into the tar and slowly engulfs the whiteness with its brightness.
How proud we are to stand with our friends, holding these beauties, whiffing away sophisticated conversations, watching everyone walk by while the sun takes its course over the horizon.
Darkness slowly creeps in but we never realize that the very forbidden act that makes us feel oh so good and rich is penetrating toxins into our mind and body.
we won’t go jump out in front of a car because our life is so dear and precious to us, yet, why do we slowly poison our souls to a painful death leaving our loved ones to grieve?
yes, that white slender stalk that is just so refreshing that it makes our mouths water at our desks till we get up and step out of our office to light one up.
yes, that white thing that pushes lunch to midday, keeps my waist trim, my drinks enjoyable, and my life just a little bit more pleasant...
that oh so good--taboo candy, that we need before we put our feet on the ground in the morning…
oh that little white thing--no, it can’t hurt me...
i can stop whenever I want, he used to say.
it took his life before he could stop.
he was 56.
my neighbor weeps for her brother now.
metastasized to every organ within an invisible rib cage
lumps just started bursting out of his shriveled, dry, chemo-radiated skin
his eyes bulged out of their sockets right before he took his last breath.
when they had found out, it was too late
as it often is...
he had been suffering for months now.
it had got his tongue
took his sight
and his dignity...
he said he would quit when the time is right.
he died before that.
it killed him
that slender white drag that we think, we look so cool holding between our first and middle
when we stand there in the blistering cold, letting the gray fumes swivel and warm us within, never thinking about it burning holes through our alveolar sacs..
it makes us feel-- oh so good…
the whole process of finding a stash, flipping it open, pulling out the lucky one, a flick, a flick, and another flick--the flames crisply burning the tobacco as we bring it near the end tip while our hand is cuffed so gently protecting the entity that is about to bring us our prime pleasure of the day.
Oh how pretty it looks as it incinerates into the tar and slowly engulfs the whiteness with its brightness.
How proud we are to stand with our friends, holding these beauties, whiffing away sophisticated conversations, watching everyone walk by while the sun takes its course over the horizon.
Darkness slowly creeps in but we never realize that the very forbidden act that makes us feel oh so good and rich is penetrating toxins into our mind and body.
we won’t go jump out in front of a car because our life is so dear and precious to us, yet, why do we slowly poison our souls to a painful death leaving our loved ones to grieve?
yes, that white slender stalk that is just so refreshing that it makes our mouths water at our desks till we get up and step out of our office to light one up.
yes, that white thing that pushes lunch to midday, keeps my waist trim, my drinks enjoyable, and my life just a little bit more pleasant...
that oh so good--taboo candy, that we need before we put our feet on the ground in the morning…
oh that little white thing--no, it can’t hurt me...
i can stop whenever I want, he used to say.
it took his life before he could stop.
he was 56.
my neighbor weeps for her brother now.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Are you feeling tired?
Listen to Specialist 'N' Tru-Skool - Repazent. It really pumps me up for class in the morning! ;-)
La Esperanza (Hope)
Alrite, please draft all the engineers to Alaska so I can get some decent priced gas in my tank! That and don't forget Alaska has only three neurosurgeons. So if you do end up practicing there, you'll make let's see...1... 2......6...7.. digit.... uhhh....a whole lot of money! Either that or invest in eBay, it's all up up up! (Also, the pneumonic to remember the technique used to treat a Left on Left sacral somatic dysfunction,...umm nevermind!)
So rather than spending my evening in the library like a good girl. I spend most of my evening just relaxing outside on the benches listening to birds chirping and discussing life with Megan and Kevin (no, not the Canadian.) Kevin, make sure you communicate with her about what it is that's bothering you. Megan, there is no such thing as a nice guy! Once we get passed that, we can get somewhere. Anyway, the Socrates panel soon broke out when my friend Jay came to visit me and took me on a little escapade to La Esperanza. I cannot believe a place like this existed in South Jersey; I can't believe I've never been to it! I felt like I was in Mexico. I know I've never been there, but if I had a picture in my head of Mexico, that's what it would look like. Everything from the Mexican hats on the ceiling to the gigantic 3 foot hot sauce bottles to the salt and pepper in jose cuervo bottles to the indian goddess like figure on the spanish calendar to the guacamole in the iron bowls gave this place such a homely yet you still feel like you're dining out kinda look. The food was super yummy too of course! -especially after my touch of lime! ;-) It's soo funny, Jay knows me well enough now and automatically asks for lime and tells me to do "my thing" with a smile... :-) No, seriously the food is really good! So all my South Jersey peeps, definitely go check it out! Quantity is really good too,--I have food for tomorrow now! Yea! Tonight, I'm going to eat at Nani's and tie Aman Rakhee. I usually fast until I tie it on him, it's almost 8 am now,..hmmm...let's see 12 hours without giving Pari food might make me a little cranky... but for now, I best be going to my 9 hour day of class. Oh joy!
A special shout out to my special poopeyhead who gets to be my age for 3 months...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEHA!!!!!!!! :-)
I LOVE YOU GIRL!!!!!
(and oh yea, Gagan--VM doesn't count-- I wished her first, so there!! Nanee nanee booo--booo! Pppppppptttthhhhhhhhhh..........) :c)~
Happy Rakhee to Everyone!
To all the Bhaiyaas and anyone who wants to buy me something, --perfumes and watches are on sale at Macy's! ;-) (Yea, okay...money will work just fine Aman! --I love you Bro!)
Mmmmmmmmmmmmuuuaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!
So rather than spending my evening in the library like a good girl. I spend most of my evening just relaxing outside on the benches listening to birds chirping and discussing life with Megan and Kevin (no, not the Canadian.) Kevin, make sure you communicate with her about what it is that's bothering you. Megan, there is no such thing as a nice guy! Once we get passed that, we can get somewhere. Anyway, the Socrates panel soon broke out when my friend Jay came to visit me and took me on a little escapade to La Esperanza. I cannot believe a place like this existed in South Jersey; I can't believe I've never been to it! I felt like I was in Mexico. I know I've never been there, but if I had a picture in my head of Mexico, that's what it would look like. Everything from the Mexican hats on the ceiling to the gigantic 3 foot hot sauce bottles to the salt and pepper in jose cuervo bottles to the indian goddess like figure on the spanish calendar to the guacamole in the iron bowls gave this place such a homely yet you still feel like you're dining out kinda look. The food was super yummy too of course! -especially after my touch of lime! ;-) It's soo funny, Jay knows me well enough now and automatically asks for lime and tells me to do "my thing" with a smile... :-) No, seriously the food is really good! So all my South Jersey peeps, definitely go check it out! Quantity is really good too,--I have food for tomorrow now! Yea! Tonight, I'm going to eat at Nani's and tie Aman Rakhee. I usually fast until I tie it on him, it's almost 8 am now,..hmmm...let's see 12 hours without giving Pari food might make me a little cranky... but for now, I best be going to my 9 hour day of class. Oh joy!
A special shout out to my special poopeyhead who gets to be my age for 3 months...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEHA!!!!!!!! :-)
I LOVE YOU GIRL!!!!!
(and oh yea, Gagan--VM doesn't count-- I wished her first, so there!! Nanee nanee booo--booo! Pppppppptttthhhhhhhhhh..........) :c)~
Happy Rakhee to Everyone!
To all the Bhaiyaas and anyone who wants to buy me something, --perfumes and watches are on sale at Macy's! ;-) (Yea, okay...money will work just fine Aman! --I love you Bro!)
Mmmmmmmmmmmmuuuaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
But, I must question...
"I am human, therefore nothing human can be alien to me."
~Maya Angelou
I feel what you feel and I understand it, believe me I do...
You don't know...
...but it just does.
it just does...
it hurts.
It's nothing that you have control over. It's supposed to hurt. Why would one want to go through training his/her mind so that he/she does not get hurt by such an act--when as human beings as well as other animals our innate instinct is to feel emotions? How do dolphins save humans from sharks and bears take care of little girls and primates nurse our babies, how do we show compassion for a wounded dog or an old woman hurt on the street, how do we do this if we stopped feeling? We can't pick which emotions to feel--either we feel or we don't. Once you train yourself to not let it hurt, --you'll stop feeling everything. Why would anyone want to become a cold-hearted stone with nothing to give or offer to anyone because he/she is now empty inside...
But to not let it hurt would mean to make myself stop feeling...
To stop feeling would mean to make myself not human...
Role Reversal...
Pari: Have a good day at work, Aman!
Aman: Thanks. You have a good day at school too, Sis!
Am I in another dimension? A Parallel Universe?
No, it's just a typical Tuesday!
8:00AM-9:00AM
OMM
Utility of Radiographic Studies in OMM
Dr. Mason
9:00AM-10:00AM
Clinical Nutrition
Energy and Protein
Nutrition III, Alcohol, Fiber
10:00AM-12:00PM
Pharmacology
Drug Absorption
and Distribution
12:00PM-1:00PM
Lunch/UAAO Meeting
1:00PM-3:00PM
HPDP
Natural History of Disease-Part I
3:00PM-5:00PM
OMM Clinical Skills
OMM Lab
Aman: Thanks. You have a good day at school too, Sis!
Am I in another dimension? A Parallel Universe?
No, it's just a typical Tuesday!
8:00AM-9:00AM
OMM
Utility of Radiographic Studies in OMM
Dr. Mason
9:00AM-10:00AM
Clinical Nutrition
Energy and Protein
Nutrition III, Alcohol, Fiber
10:00AM-12:00PM
Pharmacology
Drug Absorption
and Distribution
12:00PM-1:00PM
Lunch/UAAO Meeting
1:00PM-3:00PM
HPDP
Natural History of Disease-Part I
3:00PM-5:00PM
OMM Clinical Skills
OMM Lab
Monday, August 07, 2006
Things that make me smile... :-)
Elena and Neil just called me from atop Signature Room at the 95th to say hi as they were remembering me and thinking about how much I would love it!!! :-) Amazing, how little thoughts like that make you feel so good and lucky to have such terrific and caring people in your life! Thanks guys! I love you both!!! <3
How tall will my kid be?
Try it out for yourselves, see if it's true... --it really works!
For a Male: ((Mother's height in centimeters + 13) + (Father's height in centimeters) ) /2
For a Female: ((Father's height in centimeters - 13) + (Mother's height in centimeters) ) /2
*Ahem... for all of you who haven't had math since highschool and have been using your handy dandy gizmos for conversions: There are 2.54 cm in an inch and 12 inches in a foot. Have fun!
For a Male: ((Mother's height in centimeters + 13) + (Father's height in centimeters) ) /2
For a Female: ((Father's height in centimeters - 13) + (Mother's height in centimeters) ) /2
*Ahem... for all of you who haven't had math since highschool and have been using your handy dandy gizmos for conversions: There are 2.54 cm in an inch and 12 inches in a foot. Have fun!
I love the Ocean and its unpredictable nature...
So-sorry I didn't write yesterday--I was busy trying surfing for the first time in my life at Brigantine Beach by Atlantic City! ;-) It was Radical!!! Daesoon pushed me right into this big wave and off I went, screaming away-- yes a lot of screaming! In the waves, I could see beautiful creatures swimming sideways, some as big as 3 feet! It was amazing! From football to frisbee to whiffle ball and tag-- we loved getting dirty in the sand. I just discovered Daesoon's talent beyond medicine and playing the piano, he's also an architectural engineer-- he build a moat around our fort and completely devised a drainage system to guide giant waves away from our belongings. I held strong for hours! Props to Daesoon. I also happen to fall in his drainage system--but that's another story. Sounds of change from the slots, lights, boardwalk traffic, cute stores, rickshaws, lots of food, games, drinking, playing with chips (I have to think of it as chips so I don't get sad about all the money I lost) and good friends is what made this an excellent weekend in AC!
Oh yea,... ahem ahem... I learned that gambling is bad! - You will lose your money! Don't do it if you're broke!! :c)~
Also-this weekend, I learned that Canadians are not that bad once you get to know them. ;-)Their French is just as sweet as what I've heard in Paris. Also, if you're thinking of franchising in Vancouver, it'd be a novel idea to introduce some Mexican restaurants there--this is stemming from Kevin's question, "So, what's the difference between an Enchilada and a Fajita?" ;-) Also I learned that lawyers are as clueless as us doctors when we get thrown into the real world upon graduation. So be easy on us, nah? We may not know all the drugs or all the laws, but we know how to get that information from really cool computer programs on hot looking gizmos. ;-) j/k... But hey, the lawyers still make a lot more money than us--no fair! Or rather they just steal our money after we get sued! Hmmm... where's the justice in the world? Any defense medical malpractice lawyers out there? ;-)
So on the long drive to school this morning from up North, I hear on the radio about how this girl got fired by her boss over a text message. So convenient nah? You don't need to face the person or deal with him/her or even answer his/her phone call after that. Great way to break up with someone as well, huh? I could see employer's using it for their staff as well as their secretaries: "I shall no longer require your services...Thank you and Good Luck!" Hehehehe... :-) So this girl really didn't know if the text message was a joke or not and found it to be a very unprofessional and cowardly act! I see her point, but the employer's defense was that his staff is of the "youth group" and text messaging is just the way of life for them and that's the best way that he can reach out to his employees. Hmmm... has a new sub-generation truly emerged? The whole debate on the radio actually reminded me of a personal incident that had occurred during the email generation we had a while ago, (which has kind of died down for me now, judging from the 67 flagged mails I have in my box waiting to be responded to since May) --"Pari, I thought and thought and decided that this is just not working out, after 5 years I have realized that we are incompatible and I do not wish to waste another day of my life, for this reason, I will not be able to come to your house for your birthday party this weekend! -I wish you well in life!" Yuck! I remember feeling so disgusted! I remember being more upset at how he brokeup with me over an email, deciding that he can make a decision that affects both of our lives all by himself, than the actual breakup! But was that just how things were done in our time? Was I totally wrong in condemning such an act? Should I think that that was the proper way to do things because we were in the midst of the email generation? Had not people in the past broken up over answering machines? Has getting stock quotes, news, music videos, and grandma's number texted directly to our phones--truly made us the transitioning gap evolving from an email to an SMS generation?
Saturday, August 05, 2006
M & M Art
it's pretty creative, don't you think...? ~i might have to try it...!CNN News:
A convicted killer who sold postcard-size paintings he created with dye from M&Ms and brushes fashioned from his hair broke prison rules by running an unauthorized business out of his cell, officials said.
While Donny Johnson hasn't profited from his art -- all the money is being used to start a program for children of inmates -- prison officials said he was wrongfully engaged in a business without the warden's permission.
Johnson, 46, has been locked up since 1980 for second-degree murder in a drug-related killing. In 1989, he was convicted of assaulting one guard and slashing the throat of another. He's now serving life without parole in the most secure unit at Pelican Bay State Prison in Crescent City, about 10 miles south of the Oregon border...
http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/08/04/prison.art.ap/index.html
Friday, August 04, 2006
What I learned this morning...
"According to Nutritionists, if you consume 2+ drinks a day, you are an alcoholic". (gulp...!) :-/
"Due to sperm damage, children of smokers are more prone to mutations and childhood cancers".
Smoking really does do nasty things to you, please don't do it! If you do smoke, you should ween off of it and quit! Really! -it's really disgusting and scary what it does to your body! Yuck! Please Don't Do It To Yourself! Take care of your Body! You only get One!!! That's it--Just One Chance! Don't #&!% Up Your Life!
"Due to sperm damage, children of smokers are more prone to mutations and childhood cancers".
Smoking really does do nasty things to you, please don't do it! If you do smoke, you should ween off of it and quit! Really! -it's really disgusting and scary what it does to your body! Yuck! Please Don't Do It To Yourself! Take care of your Body! You only get One!!! That's it--Just One Chance! Don't #&!% Up Your Life!
What are you good at?
AC was fun, the waves were so-so, the prime-rib buffet is super yummy at Taj. Double Attack Black Jack and the feeling you get when you make the dealer bust on his third card with a 6, and win a 15 to 1 play is freaking Awesome! :-) I knew i'd fall asleep in Nutrition the next day, so 5 of us decided to skip nutrition and get manicures and pedicures--wisest decision i've made! :-) No offense to white people, but through my experience, they just can't do manual labor type stuff without being a bitch and they really suck at it. So if you need to take crud out from under your nails or if you need a massage, make sure you go to someone from a minority group. The manager actually had to replace the lady doing my nails cause of poor service, not that I complained, but it was quite evident. She got replaced by Yogi's lady who's--get this, part Hawaiian, part Cherokee Indian, part African American, and part Pacific Islander mixed with some Irish blood--talk about minority! Gawd, she made me feel sooo gooooooood! Hey, i needed my foot massage after the heel and hole incident last week! I stopped limping finally, so i'm getting better--that or I'm just drowning myself with alcohol at all these socials every night. Nah they're kinda fun, Luau was really cute, got much compliments on my sarong outfit, (I LOVE dressing-up!) after-party at stone-grill was ssooo happening! Acha, going back.. yea so...we're all good at something, aren't we? I'm still trying to find my talent--damn you singers! But for certain specialties, our ethnic genes are just made for. Take for example my Asian dentist, she has butterfly hands, she's so delicate, I almost enjoy getting my teeth cleaned! I know I'm weird! But black people have that extra spring muscle in their ankles to make them jump higher and be better at basketball. Mexican boys are superfast on bicycles cause of their psoas muscles! Us--Punjus, -well, we're just better drinkers! ;-)
Thursday, August 03, 2006
To Live Life As You Like It...
It is better to eat steak with friends than eat broccoli alone. Build Good and Strong Intimate Relationships. Surround yourself with people who truly love you and then you shall lead a healthy and happy lifestyle.
Take it as i comes...
So, a friend of mine asked me to start blogging. So thinking--what on earth would i possibly write about when i always get writer's block and stare at a blank white ms word document till 4 am when i need a 10 page paper by 8 am... what could i possibly blog about? and moreover, who the hell would want to read about my life...? hmm after some thinking, i decided to do it for myself...just a place where i could be freestyle.. type the way i love.. no grammar ..no fixed sentences.... no rules.... just random phrases and thoughts.. as they come...the way my mind works... so here goes.. my first blogging attempt.. this one's for you.. ir... and since you've been wanting me to do this for a while.. i decided to stem it off of one of your blogs that titles, "questioning loyalties"... ;-) 'the rest of the world is now awakening by the true perception of their world. People have now begun to question everything around them...' i believe that we have always been questioning things around us. this is not something that has just begun...i guess.. people are more aware now that they do question the traditions and the daily acts that we do like robots so blindly..without question.. but i feel we've always done that... It's what we do best, what we did as an infant while crawling, what has been done by our explorers throughout history and what we do everyday, not just when our curiosity's nose rises, but because we need reasons for why we do things. mother nature has made us as such...we need to come up with a good enough justificaton as to why we do what we do. the true perception of the world? that's in the eyes of the beholder.. ain't it? --to each is own.. questioning loyalties.. what is cheating? what's not..? the kings of a time before us had their queens in their castles and their harems to please them, the queens themselves, i'm sure had servants to cater to their own needs. this was widely accepted. it wasn't a hidden taboo unspoken practice.. the great writers of their time spoke of it widely.. everybody knew that everyone does it... everyone was okay with it, until the world took a step backwards and realized sleeping around was making us sick, then we turned back to having one partner to be safe and avoid diseases...now we say we're going back and questioning our traditions.... life is a cycle...! on the other hand,...which traditions.. it's hard to say.. we've had many.. that's what makes us different... everyone thinks differently.. our experiences shape us...what the romanticits fought for during mary shelley's time was quite a step out of the box, don't u think?... they differed and defied the convention around them...as such did the surrealists... so have we truly just begun to question? questioning loyalties is not something that the world has just awoken to, it's something that is in our inherent nature... put a monkey in front of a mirror and watch what it does.. .curiosity soars... exploring is what we've always done whether it be for a place we'd like to stay in or a person we'd like to be with... eventually you just want to be in the place you like best...in the arms of someone you love the most...perhaps even die in them... .. that's just how we were made.... at an age like this, it's hard to talk about marriage... can't even picture it..with all the yrs of schooling ahead of me... i'm so young and may think i never want to get married.. but.. because there is no permanence in life.. this may not be how i will always feel... i may think differently at 30, perhaps 35. i may be so sure of my feelings right now and that i won't change... but i was so sure of my feelings when i had said yes too... if nothing in life is permanent, certainly the feelings i have today can't be expected to be something i'd feel a few years from now... life is all about growing, exploring, and evolving... ain't it...? i can't say i'd want to be single forever... i may want to get out of this fast forward mode that i'm in right now and just settle down...! stop, and breathe pari... engender what i have and what's around me... perhaps in the mountains of switzerland... may be u'll be there too... who know's... ;-) i love life... it's the best movie i've ever seen...! can't wait to see what happens next!
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