Dozens of US Cities Report Santa's Visit
Posted by Elf Ernest on Monday, 24th December 2007 at 10:30PM
New York City, Philadelphia, Washington DC, Raleigh, Atlanta and Miami are all reporting in - looks like Santa is really starting to cover the US.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Where is Santa?
The Latest Headlines from the North Pole!
Dozens of US Cities Report Santa's Visit
Posted by Elf Ernest on Monday, 24th December 2007 at 10:30PM
New York City, Philadelphia, Washington DC, Raleigh, Atlanta and Miami are all reporting in - looks like Santa is really starting to cover the US.
Dozens of US Cities Report Santa's Visit
Posted by Elf Ernest on Monday, 24th December 2007 at 10:30PM
New York City, Philadelphia, Washington DC, Raleigh, Atlanta and Miami are all reporting in - looks like Santa is really starting to cover the US.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas EVE!
i put the tree up & decorated it with everybody,...they're all nice, but i miss mum n' dad... :-/ it's taking a while to adjust to them & the new place... but i love my Choti...
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
DADDY'S GONNA EAT YOUR FINGERS ..
This one is for everyone who ..
a) has kids,
b) had kids,
c) was a kid,
d) knows a kid
e) is going to have kids.
I guess that means all of us!!
DADDY'S GONNA EAT YOUR FINGERS ..
I was packing for my business trip and my three year old daughter was having a wonderful time playing on the bed. At one point she said, "Daddy, look at this" , and stuck out two of her fingers.
Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her tiny fingers in
my mouth and said , "Daddy's gonna eat your fingers," pretending to eat them.
I went back to packing, looked up again and my daughter was standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look on her face.
I said, "What's wrong, honey?"
She replied, What happened to my booger?
a) has kids,
b) had kids,
c) was a kid,
d) knows a kid
e) is going to have kids.
I guess that means all of us!!
DADDY'S GONNA EAT YOUR FINGERS ..
I was packing for my business trip and my three year old daughter was having a wonderful time playing on the bed. At one point she said, "Daddy, look at this" , and stuck out two of her fingers.
Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her tiny fingers in
my mouth and said , "Daddy's gonna eat your fingers," pretending to eat them.
I went back to packing, looked up again and my daughter was standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a devastated look on her face.
I said, "What's wrong, honey?"
She replied, What happened to my booger?
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Neil deGrasse Tyson's Top Ten Favorite Facts About the Universe
10. There are 100,000 times as many stars in the universe as sounds and words ever uttered by all humans who have ever lived.
9. Humans are genetically connected with life on Earth, chemically connected with life on other star systems and atomically connected with all matter in the universe.
8. Dark matter and dark energy make up 94 percent of the universe. We can measure their existence, yet we have no idea what they are.
7. Beneath a thick layer of surface ice, Jupiter's moon Europa likely harbors a liquid ocean kept warm by the gravitational stresses induced by Jupiter and by neighboring moons -- a potential haven for life.
6. An asteroid the size of Mount Everest slammed into Earth 65 million years ago. The ensuing global climatic catastrophe left 70 percent of all the world's species extinct, including the ferocious dinosaurs.
5. There are more molecules of water in a cup of water than cups of water in all the world's oceans. This means that some molecules in every cup of water you drink passed through the kidneys of Genghis Khan, Napoleon, Abe Lincoln or any other historical person of your choosing. Same goes for air: There are more molecules of air in a single breath of air than there are breaths of air in Earth's entire atmosphere. Therefore, some molecules of air you inhale passed through the lungs of Billy the Kid, Joan of Arc, Beethoven, Socrates or any other historical person of your choosing.
4. The laws of physics, as measured here on Earth, apply everywhere else in the universe -- across space and time.
3. Since light takes time to travel from one place to another, the farther out in space you look, the farther back in time you see. With our most powerful telescopes, we can observe the universe all the way back to its earliest moments -- all the way back to the Big Bang itself.
2. With Mars likely to have been wet and fertile before Earth in the early solar system; with known bacteria that can survive extremes of temperature, pressure and radiation; with asteroid impacts that can cast into space rocks that contain bacterial stowaways, allowing life to move between planets, it may be that life on Earth was seeded by life from Mars, making all of us descendants of Martians.
1.With chemical elements forged over 14 billion years in the fires of high-mass stars that exploded into space, and with these elements enriching subsequent generations of stars with carbon, oxygen, nitrogen and other basic ingredients of life itself, we are not just figuratively but literally made of stardust.
9. Humans are genetically connected with life on Earth, chemically connected with life on other star systems and atomically connected with all matter in the universe.
8. Dark matter and dark energy make up 94 percent of the universe. We can measure their existence, yet we have no idea what they are.
7. Beneath a thick layer of surface ice, Jupiter's moon Europa likely harbors a liquid ocean kept warm by the gravitational stresses induced by Jupiter and by neighboring moons -- a potential haven for life.
6. An asteroid the size of Mount Everest slammed into Earth 65 million years ago. The ensuing global climatic catastrophe left 70 percent of all the world's species extinct, including the ferocious dinosaurs.
5. There are more molecules of water in a cup of water than cups of water in all the world's oceans. This means that some molecules in every cup of water you drink passed through the kidneys of Genghis Khan, Napoleon, Abe Lincoln or any other historical person of your choosing. Same goes for air: There are more molecules of air in a single breath of air than there are breaths of air in Earth's entire atmosphere. Therefore, some molecules of air you inhale passed through the lungs of Billy the Kid, Joan of Arc, Beethoven, Socrates or any other historical person of your choosing.
4. The laws of physics, as measured here on Earth, apply everywhere else in the universe -- across space and time.
3. Since light takes time to travel from one place to another, the farther out in space you look, the farther back in time you see. With our most powerful telescopes, we can observe the universe all the way back to its earliest moments -- all the way back to the Big Bang itself.
2. With Mars likely to have been wet and fertile before Earth in the early solar system; with known bacteria that can survive extremes of temperature, pressure and radiation; with asteroid impacts that can cast into space rocks that contain bacterial stowaways, allowing life to move between planets, it may be that life on Earth was seeded by life from Mars, making all of us descendants of Martians.
1.With chemical elements forged over 14 billion years in the fires of high-mass stars that exploded into space, and with these elements enriching subsequent generations of stars with carbon, oxygen, nitrogen and other basic ingredients of life itself, we are not just figuratively but literally made of stardust.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Does he call you "Beautiful"?
When a GIRL is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind. When a GIRL is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply. When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions ... she is wondering how long you will be around. When a GIRL answers " I'm fine " after a few seconds ... she is not at all fine.
When a GIRL stares at you ... she is wondering why you are lying. When a GIRL lays on your chest ... she is wishing for you to be hers forever. When a GIRL wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered. When a GIRL says " I love you " ... she means it. When a GIRL says " I miss you " ... no one in this world can miss you more than that.
Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person .... Find a guy ... who calls you beautiful instead of hot. who calls you back when you hang up on him. who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who ... kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Who turns to his friends and says, " That's 'HER' !! "
When a GIRL stares at you ... she is wondering why you are lying. When a GIRL lays on your chest ... she is wishing for you to be hers forever. When a GIRL wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered. When a GIRL says " I love you " ... she means it. When a GIRL says " I miss you " ... no one in this world can miss you more than that.
Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person .... Find a guy ... who calls you beautiful instead of hot. who calls you back when you hang up on him. who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who ... kisses your forehead. Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats. Who holds your hand in front of his friends. Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Who turns to his friends and says, " That's 'HER' !! "
Swearing At Work Policy
It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their co-workers. Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. We do however; realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers. Therefore, a list of 18 New and Innovative phrases have been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner.
1) TRY SAYING:
I think you could use more training.
INSTEAD OF:
You don't know what the f___ you're doing.
2) TRY SAYING:
She's an aggressive go-getter.
INSTEAD OF:
She's a ball-busting b__ch.
3) TRY SAYING:
Perhaps I can work late.
INSTEAD OF:
And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?
4) TRY SAYING:
I'm certain that isn't feasible.
INSTEAD OF:
No f___ing way.
5) TRY SAYING:
Really?
INSTEAD OF:
You've got to be sh__ing me!
6) TRY SAYING:
Perhaps you should check with...
INSTEAD OF:
Tell someone who gives a sh__.
7) TRY SAYING:
I wasn't involved in the project.
INSTEAD OF:
It's not my f____ing problem.
8) TRY SAYING:
That's interesting.
INSTEAD OF:
What the f___?
9) TRY SAYING:
I'm not sure this can be implemented.
INSTEAD OF:
This sh__ won't work.
10) TRY SAYING:
I'll try to schedule that.
INSTEAD OF:
Why the f___ing h _ll didn't you tell me sooner?
11) TRY SAYING:
He's not familiar with the issues.
INSTEAD OF:
He's got his head up his a__.
12) TRY SAYING:
Excuse me, sir?
INSTEAD OF:
Eat sh__ and die.
13) TRY SAYING:
So you weren't happy with it?
INSTEAD OF:
Kiss my a__.
14) TRY SAYING:
I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.
INSTEAD OF:
F___ it, I'm on salary.
15) TRY SAYING:
I don't think you understand.
INSTEAD OF:
Shove it up your a__.
16) TRY SAYING:
I love a challenge.
INSTEAD OF:
This job sucks.
17) TRY SAYING:
You want me to take care of that?
INSTEAD OF:
Who the h___ died and made you boss?
18 ) TRY SAYING:
He's somewhat insensitive.
INSTEAD OF:
He's a pr_ck.
Thank You,
Human Resources
1) TRY SAYING:
I think you could use more training.
INSTEAD OF:
You don't know what the f___ you're doing.
2) TRY SAYING:
She's an aggressive go-getter.
INSTEAD OF:
She's a ball-busting b__ch.
3) TRY SAYING:
Perhaps I can work late.
INSTEAD OF:
And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?
4) TRY SAYING:
I'm certain that isn't feasible.
INSTEAD OF:
No f___ing way.
5) TRY SAYING:
Really?
INSTEAD OF:
You've got to be sh__ing me!
6) TRY SAYING:
Perhaps you should check with...
INSTEAD OF:
Tell someone who gives a sh__.
7) TRY SAYING:
I wasn't involved in the project.
INSTEAD OF:
It's not my f____ing problem.
8) TRY SAYING:
That's interesting.
INSTEAD OF:
What the f___?
9) TRY SAYING:
I'm not sure this can be implemented.
INSTEAD OF:
This sh__ won't work.
10) TRY SAYING:
I'll try to schedule that.
INSTEAD OF:
Why the f___ing h _ll didn't you tell me sooner?
11) TRY SAYING:
He's not familiar with the issues.
INSTEAD OF:
He's got his head up his a__.
12) TRY SAYING:
Excuse me, sir?
INSTEAD OF:
Eat sh__ and die.
13) TRY SAYING:
So you weren't happy with it?
INSTEAD OF:
Kiss my a__.
14) TRY SAYING:
I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.
INSTEAD OF:
F___ it, I'm on salary.
15) TRY SAYING:
I don't think you understand.
INSTEAD OF:
Shove it up your a__.
16) TRY SAYING:
I love a challenge.
INSTEAD OF:
This job sucks.
17) TRY SAYING:
You want me to take care of that?
INSTEAD OF:
Who the h___ died and made you boss?
18 ) TRY SAYING:
He's somewhat insensitive.
INSTEAD OF:
He's a pr_ck.
Thank You,
Human Resources
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Challenging My Profession
Thousands of years have passed and the study of medicine has still been the same. We still study the same human body in the same shape and form as it was when ape first evolved into man. The way we practice medicine may have become a bit more what we call, “humane” but the actual substance and ultimate goal has been the same throughout time—to keep the human body healthy! We still have the same body that functions the same way as it did eons ago, only our way of looking at it has changed--from gross to microscopic to molecular. We seem to be learning more and more about the same matter of fact but medicine itself has not changed!
Take a look at another profession—law for instance. You take any law from any time period it will not hold true today, in fact quite far from the law not working; it wouldn’t even make sense if read out loud today. Law is constantly being challenged, condemned, and reformed. It conforms to the way we evolve in our society and is constantly changing.
Business has also been changing and cannot be run today the same way it did a century ago! The industries have changed; trade is now corporate, and factories are manufacturing different products. Investment banking has a whole new definition than it did twenty-five years ago--there were no computers to check stocks second by second or to buy and sell at the click of a button. The more we interact with the world, the smaller it gets.
From Ovid to Shakespeare to Steinbeck; our style of writing, theater, literature and even the humor we appreciate in books or television shows has diversified significantly. From Socrates to Nietzsche to Marx; philosophy, theology; our way of thinking and being has transformed because our way of existing has changed. Technology has been revolutionizing the world! Our government—well too much to say about that, --I’ll shut up now…
But just think of ten important people,... any ten famous names...
....
none of them are doctors.. i rest my case...
average doctor saves 20 lives in his career... sure it changes their families' lives....
if one makes a law... it changes millions of peoples' lives..
if one makes an invention--it changes billions of peoples' lives...
if one does business... it changes your own life...
Take a look at another profession—law for instance. You take any law from any time period it will not hold true today, in fact quite far from the law not working; it wouldn’t even make sense if read out loud today. Law is constantly being challenged, condemned, and reformed. It conforms to the way we evolve in our society and is constantly changing.
Business has also been changing and cannot be run today the same way it did a century ago! The industries have changed; trade is now corporate, and factories are manufacturing different products. Investment banking has a whole new definition than it did twenty-five years ago--there were no computers to check stocks second by second or to buy and sell at the click of a button. The more we interact with the world, the smaller it gets.
From Ovid to Shakespeare to Steinbeck; our style of writing, theater, literature and even the humor we appreciate in books or television shows has diversified significantly. From Socrates to Nietzsche to Marx; philosophy, theology; our way of thinking and being has transformed because our way of existing has changed. Technology has been revolutionizing the world! Our government—well too much to say about that, --I’ll shut up now…
But just think of ten important people,... any ten famous names...
....
none of them are doctors.. i rest my case...
average doctor saves 20 lives in his career... sure it changes their families' lives....
if one makes a law... it changes millions of peoples' lives..
if one makes an invention--it changes billions of peoples' lives...
if one does business... it changes your own life...
Friday, December 07, 2007
i hate how indian men keep trying to make a fool of women --that they'd believe any cocked up stories that is fed to them!
everytime things get good, they run away from warm and fuzzy--cause of their fear of actually being committed to one person and they run the other way looking for everything that could be possibly be wrong to use it as reasoning to not be in a relationship; fights start to replace the warm and uzziness and comfort of companionship and this trouble that they look for is only found with volcanic eruptions; the reasons pour out like lava and the ash falls form the sky smothering out the romantic fire that once embraced their love... and then everything about the relationship just seems wrong to justify their actions even more and if it's hard to find a reason,.. simple: just make up shit...
everytime things get good, they run away from warm and fuzzy--cause of their fear of actually being committed to one person and they run the other way looking for everything that could be possibly be wrong to use it as reasoning to not be in a relationship; fights start to replace the warm and uzziness and comfort of companionship and this trouble that they look for is only found with volcanic eruptions; the reasons pour out like lava and the ash falls form the sky smothering out the romantic fire that once embraced their love... and then everything about the relationship just seems wrong to justify their actions even more and if it's hard to find a reason,.. simple: just make up shit...
(Leroy) I have to ask you a question.
And it's an important one
so I want you to think about the
answer before you give it to me, OK?
OK.
When two people really love each
other but they can't get it together,
when do you get to that point
where enough is enough?
That... Oh, well, that's...
You know?
Um, you know it's over when...
OK, I have, like, these psychosomatic
insomniatic manifestations of...
Well, here's the thing about me.
I'm a product of my emotions, not a
product of my environment, like him,
which he is, exactly,
just that environmental...
I-l need sunshine to grow.
That's who I am.
And with the projection of...
I have goals.
- That's your answer?
- Yeah.
That's not right.
I mean, there's a right answer here,
but that's not it.
Look, in my business
you're surrounded...
by loneliness and finality.
I don't care what your take is
on an afterlife,
when people die, it's scary,
and they go alone.
Now, the people that I send off,
that have experienced love...
They're a little less scared.
They're still scared,
but there's a calmness to 'em.
I think that comes from the knowledge
that somebody somewhere loved 'em
and cared for 'em and will miss 'em.
Now, I see that from time to time
and I am awed by it.
I don't think I'd be telling you this
if it wasn't for Frank.
Anyway, it's a loaded question.
Look, when two people
love each other, totally, truthfully,
all the way love each other,
the answer to that question
is simple, especially in your case.
When do you get to that point
where enough is enough?
Never.
Never.
I just hope Jerry's not stupid.
...call me... .. .
.
And it's an important one
so I want you to think about the
answer before you give it to me, OK?
OK.
When two people really love each
other but they can't get it together,
when do you get to that point
where enough is enough?
That... Oh, well, that's...
You know?
Um, you know it's over when...
OK, I have, like, these psychosomatic
insomniatic manifestations of...
Well, here's the thing about me.
I'm a product of my emotions, not a
product of my environment, like him,
which he is, exactly,
just that environmental...
I-l need sunshine to grow.
That's who I am.
And with the projection of...
I have goals.
- That's your answer?
- Yeah.
That's not right.
I mean, there's a right answer here,
but that's not it.
Look, in my business
you're surrounded...
by loneliness and finality.
I don't care what your take is
on an afterlife,
when people die, it's scary,
and they go alone.
Now, the people that I send off,
that have experienced love...
They're a little less scared.
They're still scared,
but there's a calmness to 'em.
I think that comes from the knowledge
that somebody somewhere loved 'em
and cared for 'em and will miss 'em.
Now, I see that from time to time
and I am awed by it.
I don't think I'd be telling you this
if it wasn't for Frank.
Anyway, it's a loaded question.
Look, when two people
love each other, totally, truthfully,
all the way love each other,
the answer to that question
is simple, especially in your case.
When do you get to that point
where enough is enough?
Never.
Never.
I just hope Jerry's not stupid.
...call me... .. .
.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
sad...
Gawd! It hurts!!! ...when you really try your hardest and put forth all the effort that you are capable of... and you do it from your heart with a strong faith...and truly put your soul into making something happen and then... you are told that you haven't done anything...
:-/
owwiiee...
(it hurts really baaaaad.........!)
:-/
owwiiee...
(it hurts really baaaaad.........!)
Monday, December 03, 2007
The Desi Cubicle
Decorating the workspace so you don't miss the taste of home...
Once your co-workers start smelling of curry too, no one will know who had the BO ;-)
Once your co-workers start smelling of curry too, no one will know who had the BO ;-)
A Quarter of My Life...
Almost didn't make it to this day had they not figured out how to get that darn umbilical cord from around my neck, came out blue, was pampered by everyone on Nani's side being the first grandchild, Scottie, the family dog was one at the time-he got jealous cause i stole the attention he used to get, so he'd take my toys and put them under the bed right in the middle, where i couldn't get them, later he'd really rip my h.w., but he was protective of me as well and wouldn't let a mosquito come hurt me as I lay asleep, after a while of bouncing around juhu, manish nagar, lokhandwala, in bombay, it's off to doha I went experiencing sand pails and rakes on the beaches of Doha, my first experience with pralines n' cream at the company party, learning how to climb pipes which were huge mountains that I had to climb to get away from monsters in my make-believe play, coming back to bombay, i remember climbing this fence in a lokhandwala building with my mum as a shortcut to get to kindergarten class, i remember that one day i forgot to wear underwear and we had to turn back and i got late, i remember the yellow trumpet i brought in for show and tell, the dolls my macis brought for me from working as flight attendants and traveling the world, sonu, moni, bablu (he was a boy i think), apparently my family was convinced that i'd be a doctor when i started doing eye surgeries on the dolls, when one of my favorite dolls broke, i'd take parts of other dolls that i didn't like so much to perfect the one i did like, morbid huh? i remember thh long 10.5 hour sleeper cart escapade train rides to surat, sleeping on mummy's purse for a pillow, holding my brown teddy tightly against my chest, the drums that were tied with ropes around my chest to be used as a flotation device during my swimming classes, getting malaria every month, running away from flying cockroaches, watching people brush their teeth in their balconies from my 1st floor terrace, watching their spit fall down and remembering how disgusting it was, dodging pigeons on my bicycle with lifted training wheels, trying to get the one pigeon out that got stuck in the terrace door in mumma's room, watching my friend's mom make twirling spiral chakli's with the pasting machine, mimicking mum by trying to take her lipstick and putting it on with my mouth open the way she does, chocolate eclair ... more to come...
a lot more that i want to write to preserve memories of my life... but i'm too sad to do anything right now...
A Quarter of a Century Old...
From toilets that you can sit on, to dolls that can make sounds and dance, to my first talking teacher computer, to touch-tone phones, to cd players, powerwheels, hair mascara, stick-on bras, pop rocks, bookmobiles, coronary bypass, carphones, escalators, singing candles, bell-bottom pants, automatic can-openers, dos computer, dna fingerprinting, windows, email, laptops, cell phones, yahoo, napster, google, ebay, amazon, PCR, voicemail, fiber optics, ATMs, air bags, nanotechnology, hybrid cars, wifi, commercial gps, to my new digital camera! :-)
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
WHO IS JACK SCHITT
For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt?
We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the
fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N.
Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple
produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull
Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a
high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. S he was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son
with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the
other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable
throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.
Sincerely,
Crock O. Schitt
We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt!' Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the
fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N.
Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple
produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull
Schitt, and the twins Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents' objections, Deep Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a
high school dropout. After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. S he was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son
with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the
other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable
throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials. The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Horse.
Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, 'You don't know Jack Schitt,' you can correct them.
Sincerely,
Crock O. Schitt
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Brainsuckers
Thursday, Nov. 08, 2007
When the Patient Is a Googler
By Scott Haig
We had never met, but as we talked on the phone I knew she was Googling me. The way she drew out her conjunctions, just a little, that was the tip off — stalling for time as new pages loaded. It was barely audible, but the soft click-click of the keyboard in the background confirmed it. Oh, well, it's the information age. Normally, she'd have to go through my staff first, but I gave her an appointment.
Susan was well spoken and in good shape, an attractive woman in her mid-40s. She had brought her three-year-old to my office, but was ignoring the little monster as he ripped up magazines, threw fish crackers and Cheerios, and stomped them into my rug. I tried to ignore him too, which was hard as he dribbled chocolate milk from his sippy cup all over my upholstered chairs. Eventually his screeching made conversation impossible.
"This is not an acceptable form of behavior, not acceptable at all," was Susan's excruciatingly well-enunciated and perfunctory response to Junior's screaming. The toddler's defiant delight signaled that he understood just enough to ignore her back. Meanwhile, Mom launched into me with a barrage of excruciatingly well-informed questions. I soon felt like throwing Cheerios at her too.
Susan had chosen me because she had researched my education, read a paper I had written, determined my university affiliation and knew where I lived. It was a little too much — as if she knew how stinky and snorey I was last Sunday morning. Yes, she was simply researching important aspects of her own health care. Yes, who your surgeon is certainly affects what your surgeon does. But I was unnerved by how she brandished her information, too personal and just too rude on our first meeting.
Every doctor knows patients like this. They're called "brainsuckers." By the time they come in, they've visited many other docs already — somehow unable to stick with any of them. They have many complaints, which rarely translate to hard findings on any objective tests. They talk a lot. I often wonder, while waiting for them to pause, if there are patients like this in poor, war-torn countries where the need for doctors is more dire.
Susan got me thinking about patients. Nurses are my favorites — they know our language and they're used to putting their trust in doctors. And they laugh at my jokes. But engineers, as a class, are possibly the best patients. They're logical and they're accustomed to the concept of consultation — they're interested in how the doctor thinks about their problem. They know how to use experts. If your orthopedist thinks about arthritis, for instance, in terms of friction between roughened joint surfaces, you should try to think about it, generally, in the same way. There is little use coming to him or her for help if you insist your arthritis is due to an imbalance between yin and yang, an interruption of some imaginary force field or a dietary deficiency of molybdenum. There's so much information (as well as misinformation) in medicine — and, yes, a lot of it can be Googled — that one major responsibility of an expert is to know what to ignore.
Susan had neither the trust of a nurse nor the teachability of an engineer. She would ignore no theory of any culture or any quack, regarding her very common brand of knee pain. On and on she went as I retreated further within. I marveled, sitting there silenced by her diatribe. Hers was such a fully orbed and vigorous self-concern that it possessed virtue in its own right. Her complete and utter selfishness was nearly a thing of beauty.
When to punt is not a topic taught in medical school. There is but one observation that I can offer: Patients like Susan, as self-absorbed as they are, know it immediately. They can tell when you're about to punt.
I knew full well what was wrong with this woman, and I could treat her, probably as well as anyone. But treating her condition, which was chronic patellofemoral pain, would test the mettle of patient and surgeon. What we have doesn't work very well nor very quickly. The swelling takes months to go down, the muscles take even longer to strengthen. Good patients often complain, "It was better before we started," in desperation or anger, before they see improvement. But with plenty of therapy, braces, exercises and one or two operations, this knee does improve. It's often tough going, though, and patients have to stick with you. I like to be straight — "It gets worse before it gets better" is what I tell them. Susan's style, her history and, somehow, most telling, the way she treated her son said she was not going to make it through this. Not with me, anyway.
A seasoned doc gets good at sizing up what kind of patient he's got and how to adjust his communicative style accordingly. Some patients are non-compliant Bozos who won't read anything longer than a headline. They don't want to know what's wrong with them, they don't know what medicines they're taking, they don't even seem to care what kind of operation you're planning to do on them. "Just get me better, doc," is all they say.
At the other end of our spectrum are patients like Susan: They're often suspicious and distrustful, their pressured sentences burst with misused, mispronounced words and half-baked ideas. Unfortunately, both types of patients get sick with roughly the same frequency.
I knew Susan was a Googler — queen, perhaps, of all Googlers. But I couldn't dance with this one. I couldn't even get a word in edgewise. So, I cut her off. I punted. I told her there was nothing I could do differently than her last three orthopedists, but I could refer her to another who might be able to help. A certain Dr. Brown, whom I'd known as a resident, had been particularly interested in her type of knee problem.
Disappointed and annoyed, Susan stopped for a beat.
"You mean Larry Brown on Central Avenue?"
"Uh, yes —" I started.
"I have an appointment with him on Friday. And, Dr. Haig?" she said, pulling Junior by the arm out my office door, "Watch out on your drive home tonight. There was an accident near your exit."
Dr. Scott Haig is an Assistant Clinical Professor of Orthopedic Surgery at Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons. He has a private practice in the New York City area.
When the Patient Is a Googler
By Scott Haig
We had never met, but as we talked on the phone I knew she was Googling me. The way she drew out her conjunctions, just a little, that was the tip off — stalling for time as new pages loaded. It was barely audible, but the soft click-click of the keyboard in the background confirmed it. Oh, well, it's the information age. Normally, she'd have to go through my staff first, but I gave her an appointment.
Susan was well spoken and in good shape, an attractive woman in her mid-40s. She had brought her three-year-old to my office, but was ignoring the little monster as he ripped up magazines, threw fish crackers and Cheerios, and stomped them into my rug. I tried to ignore him too, which was hard as he dribbled chocolate milk from his sippy cup all over my upholstered chairs. Eventually his screeching made conversation impossible.
"This is not an acceptable form of behavior, not acceptable at all," was Susan's excruciatingly well-enunciated and perfunctory response to Junior's screaming. The toddler's defiant delight signaled that he understood just enough to ignore her back. Meanwhile, Mom launched into me with a barrage of excruciatingly well-informed questions. I soon felt like throwing Cheerios at her too.
Susan had chosen me because she had researched my education, read a paper I had written, determined my university affiliation and knew where I lived. It was a little too much — as if she knew how stinky and snorey I was last Sunday morning. Yes, she was simply researching important aspects of her own health care. Yes, who your surgeon is certainly affects what your surgeon does. But I was unnerved by how she brandished her information, too personal and just too rude on our first meeting.
Every doctor knows patients like this. They're called "brainsuckers." By the time they come in, they've visited many other docs already — somehow unable to stick with any of them. They have many complaints, which rarely translate to hard findings on any objective tests. They talk a lot. I often wonder, while waiting for them to pause, if there are patients like this in poor, war-torn countries where the need for doctors is more dire.
Susan got me thinking about patients. Nurses are my favorites — they know our language and they're used to putting their trust in doctors. And they laugh at my jokes. But engineers, as a class, are possibly the best patients. They're logical and they're accustomed to the concept of consultation — they're interested in how the doctor thinks about their problem. They know how to use experts. If your orthopedist thinks about arthritis, for instance, in terms of friction between roughened joint surfaces, you should try to think about it, generally, in the same way. There is little use coming to him or her for help if you insist your arthritis is due to an imbalance between yin and yang, an interruption of some imaginary force field or a dietary deficiency of molybdenum. There's so much information (as well as misinformation) in medicine — and, yes, a lot of it can be Googled — that one major responsibility of an expert is to know what to ignore.
Susan had neither the trust of a nurse nor the teachability of an engineer. She would ignore no theory of any culture or any quack, regarding her very common brand of knee pain. On and on she went as I retreated further within. I marveled, sitting there silenced by her diatribe. Hers was such a fully orbed and vigorous self-concern that it possessed virtue in its own right. Her complete and utter selfishness was nearly a thing of beauty.
When to punt is not a topic taught in medical school. There is but one observation that I can offer: Patients like Susan, as self-absorbed as they are, know it immediately. They can tell when you're about to punt.
I knew full well what was wrong with this woman, and I could treat her, probably as well as anyone. But treating her condition, which was chronic patellofemoral pain, would test the mettle of patient and surgeon. What we have doesn't work very well nor very quickly. The swelling takes months to go down, the muscles take even longer to strengthen. Good patients often complain, "It was better before we started," in desperation or anger, before they see improvement. But with plenty of therapy, braces, exercises and one or two operations, this knee does improve. It's often tough going, though, and patients have to stick with you. I like to be straight — "It gets worse before it gets better" is what I tell them. Susan's style, her history and, somehow, most telling, the way she treated her son said she was not going to make it through this. Not with me, anyway.
A seasoned doc gets good at sizing up what kind of patient he's got and how to adjust his communicative style accordingly. Some patients are non-compliant Bozos who won't read anything longer than a headline. They don't want to know what's wrong with them, they don't know what medicines they're taking, they don't even seem to care what kind of operation you're planning to do on them. "Just get me better, doc," is all they say.
At the other end of our spectrum are patients like Susan: They're often suspicious and distrustful, their pressured sentences burst with misused, mispronounced words and half-baked ideas. Unfortunately, both types of patients get sick with roughly the same frequency.
I knew Susan was a Googler — queen, perhaps, of all Googlers. But I couldn't dance with this one. I couldn't even get a word in edgewise. So, I cut her off. I punted. I told her there was nothing I could do differently than her last three orthopedists, but I could refer her to another who might be able to help. A certain Dr. Brown, whom I'd known as a resident, had been particularly interested in her type of knee problem.
Disappointed and annoyed, Susan stopped for a beat.
"You mean Larry Brown on Central Avenue?"
"Uh, yes —" I started.
"I have an appointment with him on Friday. And, Dr. Haig?" she said, pulling Junior by the arm out my office door, "Watch out on your drive home tonight. There was an accident near your exit."
Dr. Scott Haig is an Assistant Clinical Professor of Orthopedic Surgery at Columbia University College of Physicians and Surgeons. He has a private practice in the New York City area.
Monday, November 19, 2007
My Night in Atlantic City...
Away from the lights and commotion, I walked alone on the boardwalk on this cold November night, my mind raced parallel to every roar of the ocean's wave. As they got bigger coming towards me, blurring the delicate reflection of the moon, I noticed that with every break of the wave in the midnight sky I found myself getting more and more
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Mexican boy allegedly abused by teacher could return to U.S. - CNN.com
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/11/11/teacher.student.search.ap/index.html
Although laws for refugees to seek salvation have been in existence for a while, when cases like this get sensationalized by the media, it is just going to lead to BICE getting inundated with people claiming that they were victims of sexual abuse in order to stay in the country. Which Mexican Women hasn't had her bootie grabbed by her stickler employer who overworks her for a measly $4 bucks an hour and she can't do anything because she has three hungry mouths to feed at home...
sigh... once again we are restrained in the ugly whorl of life that is created by our own society to instill good and demolish bad in order to better ourselves but we just end up making things more difficult... The more we do, the more we complicate our system... For the people who want to live more primitively and just want to fish, hunt, make love and sleep by a fire... the Clipperton Island looks quite enticing!
heheheheeee... What a great place for a birthday party? ;-)
Although laws for refugees to seek salvation have been in existence for a while, when cases like this get sensationalized by the media, it is just going to lead to BICE getting inundated with people claiming that they were victims of sexual abuse in order to stay in the country. Which Mexican Women hasn't had her bootie grabbed by her stickler employer who overworks her for a measly $4 bucks an hour and she can't do anything because she has three hungry mouths to feed at home...
sigh... once again we are restrained in the ugly whorl of life that is created by our own society to instill good and demolish bad in order to better ourselves but we just end up making things more difficult... The more we do, the more we complicate our system... For the people who want to live more primitively and just want to fish, hunt, make love and sleep by a fire... the Clipperton Island looks quite enticing!
heheheheeee... What a great place for a birthday party? ;-)
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Happy Dhanteras Birthday To Me...!
I was born on Dhanteras about a quarter of a century ago (sounds so young, doesn't it?) ;-) It was the happiest day of my mum's life apparently! It was a very auspicious day; not just because of my birth! ;-) Of course my mum's side of the family was overjoyed with the news of the first-born grandchild but it was also an auspicious day for many more! The Hindu mythological stories fascinate me so I thought I'd share them here...
"Dhanteras, sometimes called as Dhantrayodashi falls on the thirteenth day of the month of Ashwin. 'Dhan' in Hindi means wealth. This day is specially devoted to worship Goddess Lakshmi. While the preparations for Diwali celebrations are on their full swing, Dhanteras appends a new dimension to it. This year, Dhanteras will be observed on 7th November.There is a very interesting story that backs this Hindu festival. The son of King Hema was doomed to die as soon as he completes his sixteenth year. The king and queen wanted their son to enjoy all goodness of life and therefor he got him married. The fourth day of his marriage was that dreadful day.
His wife didn't let him sleep and placed around him lots of gold & silver coins. The entry gate was also jammed with the same. Moreover big lamps were lightened all around the palace. She kept telling her husband various stories and sung songs so as to keep him awakened. As Yama, the God of death came, in the guise of a serpent, he couldn't enter the room of the Prince as his eyes were bedazzled by the flash of gold and silver. Yama had to turn back to his world. This way the girl saved her husband's life.
Because of the above told story, the day is also called 'Yamadeepdaan'. Lamps are kept burning throughout the night in the honor of Yama. Another amazing legendary story associated with Dhanteras is that of 'Samudra Manthan'. When Lord Indra along with a team of demons churned the sea to nullify the curse of Sage Durvasa, Goddess Lakshmi emerged from the sea.
The rituals of Dhanteras incorporates elements of both the stories. On the one hand, people invite Goddess of Wealth, Lakshmi to their houses (symbolically) with different kinds of rituals. All the houses are beautified with lights and colors. Specially the entrance is decorated with torans on the doors and Rangoli on the floor. Dhanteras is also considered a very auspicious day to buy gold, silver and household items, especially, utensils. The natives of Maharashtra follow a very unique custom. They mix dry coriander leaves with jaggery and offer it as Naivedya. With the kind of fervor Hindus show for Dhanteras, it certainly sets a mood for the celebrations of the festival of Diwali."
http://www.diwaliutsav.com/dhanteras.html
"Dhanteras, sometimes called as Dhantrayodashi falls on the thirteenth day of the month of Ashwin. 'Dhan' in Hindi means wealth. This day is specially devoted to worship Goddess Lakshmi. While the preparations for Diwali celebrations are on their full swing, Dhanteras appends a new dimension to it. This year, Dhanteras will be observed on 7th November.There is a very interesting story that backs this Hindu festival. The son of King Hema was doomed to die as soon as he completes his sixteenth year. The king and queen wanted their son to enjoy all goodness of life and therefor he got him married. The fourth day of his marriage was that dreadful day.
His wife didn't let him sleep and placed around him lots of gold & silver coins. The entry gate was also jammed with the same. Moreover big lamps were lightened all around the palace. She kept telling her husband various stories and sung songs so as to keep him awakened. As Yama, the God of death came, in the guise of a serpent, he couldn't enter the room of the Prince as his eyes were bedazzled by the flash of gold and silver. Yama had to turn back to his world. This way the girl saved her husband's life.
Because of the above told story, the day is also called 'Yamadeepdaan'. Lamps are kept burning throughout the night in the honor of Yama. Another amazing legendary story associated with Dhanteras is that of 'Samudra Manthan'. When Lord Indra along with a team of demons churned the sea to nullify the curse of Sage Durvasa, Goddess Lakshmi emerged from the sea.
The rituals of Dhanteras incorporates elements of both the stories. On the one hand, people invite Goddess of Wealth, Lakshmi to their houses (symbolically) with different kinds of rituals. All the houses are beautified with lights and colors. Specially the entrance is decorated with torans on the doors and Rangoli on the floor. Dhanteras is also considered a very auspicious day to buy gold, silver and household items, especially, utensils. The natives of Maharashtra follow a very unique custom. They mix dry coriander leaves with jaggery and offer it as Naivedya. With the kind of fervor Hindus show for Dhanteras, it certainly sets a mood for the celebrations of the festival of Diwali."
http://www.diwaliutsav.com/dhanteras.html
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
Today--I am 24 years and 11 months old!
One Month for the BIG 25; I have exactly one more month to live in what people call the better half of the 20s, as it is the most impactful period of your life! It's when most pick their career, their life-partner, where they want to settle, they start to take care of their parent's health and watch their own,and where they learn some of the toughest lessons about life! So before I get "OLD", I would like to ponder on what I have accomplished thus far in the first quarter of my life... Hmmm.. this is a tough one... I need some brain food... I have a big craving for Toblerone's individually wrapped assorted goodies!
MMMMMMM.... YUMMY!
Since I haven't celebrated my past few birthdays and was all alone, I need to make sure I celebrate my 25th Birthday BIG this year! It's one of those things everyone always talks about on your 50th! ;-) COME HELP ME MAKE IT A SPECIAL ONE!
MMMMMMM.... YUMMY!
Since I haven't celebrated my past few birthdays and was all alone, I need to make sure I celebrate my 25th Birthday BIG this year! It's one of those things everyone always talks about on your 50th! ;-) COME HELP ME MAKE IT A SPECIAL ONE!
2/3 a Pediatrician
Post-call after a 30 hour shift... and I decide to come online... go figure... It was my last day on the Pediatric Floor; it was good but I'm glad I'm done with that! It's the parents that get to you more than anything else, especially when their kid is an asthmatic and when the floor is busy. So here I am 2/3 through, trying not to become stone-hearted after a month of holding down infants to start IV and PIC lines in their tiny little body parts and having to stick them over and over again to draw blood from virtually non-existent veins! Poor little infants, can't even do anything under my elbow, but cry. I felt like a monster going home after that! For one little Bangladeshi baby, we ended up going in on a vein in the forehead and tried to protect it by taping it down with the plastic covering of the gauze pads! It was sad seeing the kids with ALL, AML, and Rhabdomyosarcoma who have gone through months of chemotherapy and have no veins left unstuck or hair to keep their lumpy little heads warm! Seeing them, I felt lucky to have gone through a semi-normal childhood- healthy! These poor kids had barely stepped into the world before they had to fight for their life. We won't even allow them into the play room for fear of pathogenic organisms that live on our unwashed hands could ultimately take their life. One little boy who had surgery yesterday got a colostomy because his rectum had formed a fistula with the neo-bladder that was made from his small bowel after we saw stool coming out of the ileal conduit's urine bag that was placed on the side of his abdomen! What amused me most was the 8 year old who swallowed a AA Maxwell battery while playing with the remote control! I couldn't resist this one and had to put her X-ray on my blog! What an adventure trying to get it--ask me about it and I'll tell you! :-) Wonder what made her do that. She didn't even see the episode of Law and Order where the little boy tried to put a battery in his dead big brother's mouth hoping it would energize him back to life! Sad, yes I know!
You know what else was sad--The scenes from the movie, The Kingdom, where young boys in Saudi Arabia were being told that Americans are the enemy and they were being taught how to fire missiles and attach bombs to their pre-pubescent bellies! The movie itself had amazing cinematography; the direction and camera editing was fantastic! I loved the ending; though tragic, the way they paralleled the two worlds and showed reasons for animosity on both sides was excellent! My heart stopped when the little girl opened her hand at the end after taking the lollipop! A lot of smart people out there who know what sells and makes money but sometimes they do it because they know Hollywood is the best way to get a message out to the public! Hopefully, the goons in the White House will soon stop flying troops, who should be studying in college, out East hallucinating that they're showering confetti over the desert! Anyway, so much I want to say about this movie, but have to get back to la medicina--- sigh... swallow bombs or batteries, same difference, nah? Got the little girl's X-ray down below for a quick chuckle! What they watch on TV! She's 8! Anyway, next week I'm in the nursery and will be back in the ER--should be invigorating!
You know what else was sad--The scenes from the movie, The Kingdom, where young boys in Saudi Arabia were being told that Americans are the enemy and they were being taught how to fire missiles and attach bombs to their pre-pubescent bellies! The movie itself had amazing cinematography; the direction and camera editing was fantastic! I loved the ending; though tragic, the way they paralleled the two worlds and showed reasons for animosity on both sides was excellent! My heart stopped when the little girl opened her hand at the end after taking the lollipop! A lot of smart people out there who know what sells and makes money but sometimes they do it because they know Hollywood is the best way to get a message out to the public! Hopefully, the goons in the White House will soon stop flying troops, who should be studying in college, out East hallucinating that they're showering confetti over the desert! Anyway, so much I want to say about this movie, but have to get back to la medicina--- sigh... swallow bombs or batteries, same difference, nah? Got the little girl's X-ray down below for a quick chuckle! What they watch on TV! She's 8! Anyway, next week I'm in the nursery and will be back in the ER--should be invigorating!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The Folding Bicycle!
Fold it and carry it in your Bag Wherever you want!
Great for zipping thru NYC traffic! ;-)
www.downtube.com
Great for zipping thru NYC traffic! ;-)
www.downtube.com
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
AMERICAN MUSLIM DOCTORS DENOUNCE UK TERROR PLOT
CHICAGO, IL, JULY 3, 2007:
The Islamic Medical Association of North America (IMANA) condemns in the strongest terms the attack on Glasgow Airport; the attack in London during the past weekend; all attacks by which innocent people are killed or harmed (physically or emotionally) in any manner and all attacks that result in destruction of the property of innocent people. Such attacks are against the most basic teachings of our religion, Islam, and are contrary to the very basic principle of our profession, regardless of religion or creed. Suicide is also strictly prohibited in Islam.
As Muslim physicians, we strive to promote and maintain health, and prevent disease. We are shocked that physicians entrusted with preserving life could seek to destroy life. Such attacks serve only to ignite and fan the flames of hatred for Muslims and for Arabs. IMANA urges all Muslims and non-Muslims around the world to remain vigilant and report any and all suspicious activity to the proper authorities. We urge all governments to seek out and punish those who perpetrate such barbaric acts.
The Islamic Medical Association of North America was founded in 1967 and is an association of doctors and healthcare professionals that was formed to provide a forum to promote the ideals of Islamic medical ethics and values among Muslims and the community-at-large.
"Whoever kills a person [unjustly]…it is as though he has killed all mankind. And whoever saves a life, it is as though he had saved all mankind." (Qur’an, 5:32)
The Islamic Medical Association of North America (IMANA) condemns in the strongest terms the attack on Glasgow Airport; the attack in London during the past weekend; all attacks by which innocent people are killed or harmed (physically or emotionally) in any manner and all attacks that result in destruction of the property of innocent people. Such attacks are against the most basic teachings of our religion, Islam, and are contrary to the very basic principle of our profession, regardless of religion or creed. Suicide is also strictly prohibited in Islam.
As Muslim physicians, we strive to promote and maintain health, and prevent disease. We are shocked that physicians entrusted with preserving life could seek to destroy life. Such attacks serve only to ignite and fan the flames of hatred for Muslims and for Arabs. IMANA urges all Muslims and non-Muslims around the world to remain vigilant and report any and all suspicious activity to the proper authorities. We urge all governments to seek out and punish those who perpetrate such barbaric acts.
The Islamic Medical Association of North America was founded in 1967 and is an association of doctors and healthcare professionals that was formed to provide a forum to promote the ideals of Islamic medical ethics and values among Muslims and the community-at-large.
"Whoever kills a person [unjustly]…it is as though he has killed all mankind. And whoever saves a life, it is as though he had saved all mankind." (Qur’an, 5:32)
Friday, July 06, 2007
I cured someone of cancer today...
I cured someone of cancer today...
There are not too many people in the world who can say that; It is such an extraordinary and wonderful feeling to know that you helped save someone's life...
There are not too many people in the world who can say that; It is such an extraordinary and wonderful feeling to know that you helped save someone's life...
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Starting a New Life...
Three years ago I decided to take a risk on a leap of faith; now I am about to embark on another one...
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Hasta Luego...
I will be disappearing for 6 weeks to cleanse and prepare my mind and body for taking the Boards and allowing myself to go through the process of "BECOMING a DOCTOR".
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
"Mind the Gap"
"Mind the Gap" you hear the automated female voice say several times when you ride the tube in London. It has become a phrase that is brought up in conversation during harmless, joking banter as well as a phrase that has increased the sales of London tourist shirts sold on the streets. You wonder why don't they just fix the gaps themselves rather than risk a lawsuit by someone who fails to see or hear the continuous reminder that is voiced to every rider at every single stop. What about the blind and the deaf who ride the tube?
It turns out that there might now be a more compelling reason to revere the gap rather than just to scorn the poor architectural design. The gap between the train and the platform in India actually saved a man's life...
...but then again; if there was no gap, would he have ever fallen in the first place?
Excerpted From Mid-day Mumbai
"Like you, this man too, had a dream. Like you, he too pushed his way into the crowded train. Like you, he too wanted to get going before he got delayed. Unlike you, he slipped and fell in the gap between the train and the platform at Kandivli station. The man obviously has a guardian angel and supportive bystanders who told him exactly what he shouldn't do - move. And so, the man lay absolutely still as eight bogies of the train passed over him centimeters from his head. Within seconds the 12-coach train passed and the man clambered out, unaided, unhurt, but too shocked to speak to us after his near-death experience. Untidy safety habits Can trip you up."
(For real, --who writes like this?)
Bless Him!
It turns out that there might now be a more compelling reason to revere the gap rather than just to scorn the poor architectural design. The gap between the train and the platform in India actually saved a man's life...
...but then again; if there was no gap, would he have ever fallen in the first place?
Excerpted From Mid-day Mumbai
"Like you, this man too, had a dream. Like you, he too pushed his way into the crowded train. Like you, he too wanted to get going before he got delayed. Unlike you, he slipped and fell in the gap between the train and the platform at Kandivli station. The man obviously has a guardian angel and supportive bystanders who told him exactly what he shouldn't do - move. And so, the man lay absolutely still as eight bogies of the train passed over him centimeters from his head. Within seconds the 12-coach train passed and the man clambered out, unaided, unhurt, but too shocked to speak to us after his near-death experience. Untidy safety habits Can trip you up."
(For real, --who writes like this?)
Bless Him!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Abhishek Bachchan and Aishwarya Rai Wedding Pictures
THE BIG GRAND WEDDING!
sorry boys! she's taken now...
WOW! Have you ever seen anything more snazzy?
I'm not one to get fanatical or star-eyed over film and pop stars. They're just average people doing their jobs. Some choose to use their fame to outsource to charity, which I respect tremendously, while others (ahem...not pointing any fingers here...) choose to take the more selfish route and enhance their popularity for their own growth. I do feel that one who is revered as much as Ash can do a lot more for her country than just dance around in skimpy clothing for entertainment. But then again who said that she is responsible for making the world good? I'm sure she's done her fair share of "sewa" for more news and publicity but I certainly hope that if I achieve that amount of respect and fame in my profession that I do something great for the world, unselfishly, before I pass my time.
I've always been in awe of the intricate nature of Indian Weddings and really proud to be part of such a distinguished culture and Ash's wedding doesn't seem too fall too far from anything but "elaborate". I have to admit that she does look very pretty with everything tucked flawlessly and without a hair strand out of place--a perfectly decorated doll! She has the beauty and definitely has the intelligence to make it up this far; as far as to even get attention on my blog entry and to even get you to read it, so I do give her credit for that! :-)
Congratulations and Good Luck to them for a prosperous future!
sorry boys! she's taken now...
WOW! Have you ever seen anything more snazzy?
I'm not one to get fanatical or star-eyed over film and pop stars. They're just average people doing their jobs. Some choose to use their fame to outsource to charity, which I respect tremendously, while others (ahem...not pointing any fingers here...) choose to take the more selfish route and enhance their popularity for their own growth. I do feel that one who is revered as much as Ash can do a lot more for her country than just dance around in skimpy clothing for entertainment. But then again who said that she is responsible for making the world good? I'm sure she's done her fair share of "sewa" for more news and publicity but I certainly hope that if I achieve that amount of respect and fame in my profession that I do something great for the world, unselfishly, before I pass my time.
I've always been in awe of the intricate nature of Indian Weddings and really proud to be part of such a distinguished culture and Ash's wedding doesn't seem too fall too far from anything but "elaborate". I have to admit that she does look very pretty with everything tucked flawlessly and without a hair strand out of place--a perfectly decorated doll! She has the beauty and definitely has the intelligence to make it up this far; as far as to even get attention on my blog entry and to even get you to read it, so I do give her credit for that! :-)
Congratulations and Good Luck to them for a prosperous future!
Friday, April 20, 2007
420 Cannabis Culture
So what's the big deal about 4/20 that has students rushing behind buildings to light marijuana joints at exactly 4:20pm and has cops on high alert at every major high school parking lot? Many classmates of mine in high school would plan for this date weeks in advance and try to master a plan to avoid any encounter with the law and authority that would potentially spoil their fun. (If only they devoted that much preparation time to their final exams; perhaps our world would be a better place!) I've always known that April 20th was a much-awaited date amongst middle school and high school students to light up and get high but I had never questioned its origin; here's what Wikipedia had to say:
"It is widely accepted that in 1971, a group of teenagers at San Rafael High School in San Rafael, California, calling themselves "The Waldos", used to meet every day after school at 4:20 p.m. to smoke marijuana at the Louis Pasteur statue. The term became part of their group's salute, "420 Louis," and it eventually caught on more widely. Many cannabis users continue to observe 4:20 as a time to smoke communally. By extension April 20 ("4/20" in U.S. dating shorthand) has evolved into a counterculture holiday, where people gather to celebrate and consume cannabis."
"It is widely accepted that in 1971, a group of teenagers at San Rafael High School in San Rafael, California, calling themselves "The Waldos", used to meet every day after school at 4:20 p.m. to smoke marijuana at the Louis Pasteur statue. The term became part of their group's salute, "420 Louis," and it eventually caught on more widely. Many cannabis users continue to observe 4:20 as a time to smoke communally. By extension April 20 ("4/20" in U.S. dating shorthand) has evolved into a counterculture holiday, where people gather to celebrate and consume cannabis."
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
The Value of the Mind-Body-Spirit Training that I receive...
A communication from Dr. Tooke-Rawlins:
Dear AACOM and AOA friends,
I am sorry but this is the first time I have been able to respond to the many mails. Please share this with the many osteopathic colleges and friends from the profession who have sent their support.
We are happy to share the news that we have lost NO VCOM students or faculty, however many have lost friends, and all have lost the feeling of safety we once had on this beautiful campus.
The VCOM students have assisted in the ERs, and they were thanked today in the national press conference. VCOM students have volunteered with the Red Cross, and supplied food to the families and friends of the victims. Our students who were EMTs responded to the scene.
>From noon on Tuesday throughout the night and until this evening, I along with Dr Willcox and Dr Kauffman, and many VCOM students provided care to the parents, spouses, and other family members. We were with the families at the Inn at Virginia Tech as the slow process of removing them from a crime scene and providing positive identification occurred providing counseling and other medical assistance as needed. The last family learned of positive identification at 3 pm today, and it was a long and painful night for these families. The mind-body-spirit training we receive as osteopathic physicians was so valuable. We watched the convocation with the parents and families, most of who were too distraught to attend, and wept with them. Additionally many of our faculty were the physicians caring for those who survived in the emergency rooms.
This is a literally heartbreaking time for our campus. Our campus will be closed through Sunday as we assist others. Keep VCOM and Virginia Tech in your prayers, as we try to help our faculty and student body to heal.
Dixie Tooke-Rawlins D.O.
Dean, VCOM
Dear AACOM and AOA friends,
I am sorry but this is the first time I have been able to respond to the many mails. Please share this with the many osteopathic colleges and friends from the profession who have sent their support.
We are happy to share the news that we have lost NO VCOM students or faculty, however many have lost friends, and all have lost the feeling of safety we once had on this beautiful campus.
The VCOM students have assisted in the ERs, and they were thanked today in the national press conference. VCOM students have volunteered with the Red Cross, and supplied food to the families and friends of the victims. Our students who were EMTs responded to the scene.
>From noon on Tuesday throughout the night and until this evening, I along with Dr Willcox and Dr Kauffman, and many VCOM students provided care to the parents, spouses, and other family members. We were with the families at the Inn at Virginia Tech as the slow process of removing them from a crime scene and providing positive identification occurred providing counseling and other medical assistance as needed. The last family learned of positive identification at 3 pm today, and it was a long and painful night for these families. The mind-body-spirit training we receive as osteopathic physicians was so valuable. We watched the convocation with the parents and families, most of who were too distraught to attend, and wept with them. Additionally many of our faculty were the physicians caring for those who survived in the emergency rooms.
This is a literally heartbreaking time for our campus. Our campus will be closed through Sunday as we assist others. Keep VCOM and Virginia Tech in your prayers, as we try to help our faculty and student body to heal.
Dixie Tooke-Rawlins D.O.
Dean, VCOM
1 more for the Abortion Foes...
What? Are they going to force a woman to carry something inside of her for 9 months when she doesn't want to? Obviously, what else would they pull out of their asses with one woman in the court house? So ridiculous! What happened to individual freedom? Can you imagine what kind of doctor I would be by not offering my female patient the best healthcare possible? Denying her of her rights in such a sensitive situation would be like sentencing her to suicide! I for one am not going to allow that to happen to my patients! We're about to undergo one of the biggest turning points affecting Women's Health since Roe v. Wade! We need to fight back and allow MEDICINE to take control of HEALTH, not the GOVERNMENT!
Read this article...
This is sad...
These are the same idiots who think that everyone should be armed. Yea, like that's a way to make less people die! Everyone carry a gun; sure that'll drop the killings! STUPID Idiots! Don't forget to carry your guns with your pencils and pens college go-ers! "Get different color snap-ons to match your outfits--Now on SALE! Yeesh! It's called Education-You Republicans! -Go get one!
Read this article...
This is sad...
These are the same idiots who think that everyone should be armed. Yea, like that's a way to make less people die! Everyone carry a gun; sure that'll drop the killings! STUPID Idiots! Don't forget to carry your guns with your pencils and pens college go-ers! "Get different color snap-ons to match your outfits--Now on SALE! Yeesh! It's called Education-You Republicans! -Go get one!
"I'll do it tomorrow..."
The Cloud
In the sky, the cloud’s dark, gray hands crept,
and then to show its mourn it wept.
Over my house they stood,
sending gushes of wind on its hood.
I can still remember the day,
the cloud had out powered the sun’s ray.
It had hovered my house
as quietly as a mouse.
Until it got mad, that’s when it made a frown
and threw rain, that was as noisy as downtown.
The wind tapped at my windows and roared at the door,
as I quietly swept the floor.
It had been enough for two days,
until finally, the sun came out giving off warm rays.
Oh! how glad I was to see the sun,
now I could go out and have some fun.
Middle School Girl Wins 3rd Place Nationally!
Oh my gawsh I can't believe I found this on a little red floppy disk (what's that?--I Know right!) But, yea I wrote this at some point in middle school when we were learning about "personification" in school and this sweet Uncle, who was our neighbor in Marlboro and absolutely the smartest man used to come to our house as my parents wanted me to learn higher Calculus from him. This man was absolutely brilliant but I got distracted from math when the alphabet started intervening numbers and I never shied away from using the ample of excuses I had to not sit and learn. One day he saw this poem amongst my notes and had asked me if he could submit my poem to a contest and I said sure and never really thought about it after that. But indeed, he was an excellent professor and a fantastic teacher and I kept telling myself that I'll go and visit uncle again at his house and learn Calculus from him. But, life got busy after that as it often does and I didn't make an effort to make time for moments to smell the roses. One night, my mum told me that Uncle had come to see me that evening but I wasn't home and that there was an envelope waiting for me on the table. I went and picked up the white sealed package from the table and opened it. My jaw dropped with disbelief; inside it was something that I hadn't thought about in weeks! I reached in and took out the red 3rd place ribbon that I had received for placing nationally and carressed it with my fingers. In it was also a check prize and a copy of the book that my poem, "The Cloud" got published in! I was so very thankful and grateful that Uncle had submitted this for me! I had never been published before and I told Mum that I'd definitely go tomorrow and visit him when I come back from school. I got off the bus when I came home from school the next day, ready to put my heavy book bag down, and skip along to Uncle's house to benefit from the great knowledge he had to share with the world. I opened my house door casually as I did everyday, knowing that mum had just unlocked it minutes before my bus was to pull in and was ready to barge in but mum was there; behind the door; she was just standing there in the doorway. She hugged me tight right there at the door. I knew something was wrong... I looked at her questioningly and she said, "Uncle passed away this morning, Pari..."
In the sky, the cloud’s dark, gray hands crept,
and then to show its mourn it wept.
Over my house they stood,
sending gushes of wind on its hood.
I can still remember the day,
the cloud had out powered the sun’s ray.
It had hovered my house
as quietly as a mouse.
Until it got mad, that’s when it made a frown
and threw rain, that was as noisy as downtown.
The wind tapped at my windows and roared at the door,
as I quietly swept the floor.
It had been enough for two days,
until finally, the sun came out giving off warm rays.
Oh! how glad I was to see the sun,
now I could go out and have some fun.
Middle School Girl Wins 3rd Place Nationally!
Oh my gawsh I can't believe I found this on a little red floppy disk (what's that?--I Know right!) But, yea I wrote this at some point in middle school when we were learning about "personification" in school and this sweet Uncle, who was our neighbor in Marlboro and absolutely the smartest man used to come to our house as my parents wanted me to learn higher Calculus from him. This man was absolutely brilliant but I got distracted from math when the alphabet started intervening numbers and I never shied away from using the ample of excuses I had to not sit and learn. One day he saw this poem amongst my notes and had asked me if he could submit my poem to a contest and I said sure and never really thought about it after that. But indeed, he was an excellent professor and a fantastic teacher and I kept telling myself that I'll go and visit uncle again at his house and learn Calculus from him. But, life got busy after that as it often does and I didn't make an effort to make time for moments to smell the roses. One night, my mum told me that Uncle had come to see me that evening but I wasn't home and that there was an envelope waiting for me on the table. I went and picked up the white sealed package from the table and opened it. My jaw dropped with disbelief; inside it was something that I hadn't thought about in weeks! I reached in and took out the red 3rd place ribbon that I had received for placing nationally and carressed it with my fingers. In it was also a check prize and a copy of the book that my poem, "The Cloud" got published in! I was so very thankful and grateful that Uncle had submitted this for me! I had never been published before and I told Mum that I'd definitely go tomorrow and visit him when I come back from school. I got off the bus when I came home from school the next day, ready to put my heavy book bag down, and skip along to Uncle's house to benefit from the great knowledge he had to share with the world. I opened my house door casually as I did everyday, knowing that mum had just unlocked it minutes before my bus was to pull in and was ready to barge in but mum was there; behind the door; she was just standing there in the doorway. She hugged me tight right there at the door. I knew something was wrong... I looked at her questioningly and she said, "Uncle passed away this morning, Pari..."
Monday, April 16, 2007
Massacre at Virginia Tech
Officials thought killer left campus after first shooting
More Stupid Cops!!!
and the Republicans still want less gun control...
sigh...
More Stupid Cops!!!
and the Republicans still want less gun control...
sigh...
Starry Night
Burkitt's Lymphoma- A cancer of the lymphatic system, associated with the Epstein-Barr virus and also the cause of mononucleosis as well as other cancers. It is characterized by a large osteolytic lesion in the mandible or by a mass in the retroperitoneal area. It is a high-grade B-cell neoplasm and has 2 major forms, the endemic (African) form and the nonendemic (sporadic) form. Burkitt lymphoma is a childhood tumor but it is observed in adult patients. It is one of the fastest growing malignancies in humans, with a very high growth fraction.
Pathology- tangible body macrophages scattered throughout small round blue lymphocytic background yielding a "starry sky" pattern.
Pathology can be educational as well as pleasing to the more artistically attuned;
(See the macrophages cells with the abundant cytoplasm, giving them a halo appaearance, sprinkled amongst the b-cells lymphocytes? --Now take a look at Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night!)
Pathology- tangible body macrophages scattered throughout small round blue lymphocytic background yielding a "starry sky" pattern.
Pathology can be educational as well as pleasing to the more artistically attuned;
(See the macrophages cells with the abundant cytoplasm, giving them a halo appaearance, sprinkled amongst the b-cells lymphocytes? --Now take a look at Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night!)
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