Monthly Archives: April 2012

Walk the Line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I’ve known proves that it’s right
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

You’ve got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can’t hide
For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line

Johnny Cash

I have found listening to Johnny Cash to be very soothing this week while studying, and I guess it shows. These photos were taken last week when my sister and I were out and about. (Yes, we were playing on a playground, no big deal.) I finally finally reached the level of procrastination from studying where I found my camera and uploaded these, and I was pleasantly surprised to find these two hiding amongst too many under-exposed photos. What can I say? I have a photogenic sister.


Posted by on April 27, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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Have You Heard Me At All?

Courtesy of the Southern Nevada Diversity Roundtable website

The difference between you and me is that I know what I am thinking. I know where I have been, and where I plan on heading. I know, most of the time, how I feel despite not being able to express it well. You, on the other hand, could have come from anywhere.

We had a long group discussion on cultural competency today, which I found to be eye-opening in a respect completely different from most people in our class. We talked about expanding our knowledge of other cultures by reading books, meeting new people, volunteering in locations that we would otherwise not go to, blah blah blah. I was shocked to find such ignorance in what my peers were saying. I do admit, though, this ignorance could be directly related to naivety. But I wouldn’t know, because I am not them.

People talked about having friends from various cultures. They shared uncomfortable moments they had during a wide array of experiences. We recognized that we should go out of our comfort zone to further our cultural diversity experiences, and we discussed the internalization that is required to truly gain from times such as these. Our class reflected that our actions are not necessarily perceived as they were intended. How could we know what you were thinking?

Yes, all of those things are true. However, I feel as though a vital piece of our discussion is missing. To know one person is to know one person. It is not knowing a culture. To immerse yourself in a new culture for a day, a week, a month, is to flip through a history book in 20 minutes. Did you learn? Undoubtedly so. If you look back at the same pages, could you learn more? Sure. Do you know that culture, that language, those customs? Not a chance.

“But,” you say, “but I had an open mind! I reflected, I didn’t judge, and I treated a person as a person. I learned. I am always learning.” Did you forget, my friend? You only know in certainty your experiences. And those experiences are interpreted in a vast number of ways by others who experienced similar, or even identical, events.

Cultural competency isn’t about seeing the differences and reacting appropriately. Cultural competency is recognizing there are not differences that separate people, but understanding that our differences bring us together, even if disguised as being conflicting ideas.

How does one teach that? How do we get a firm grasp on an idea that is so vague? An even more difficult perspective: How do we implement into our daily lives a concept that is so vague?

The answer: We don’t. Even if we grapple with the idea of becoming culturally competent, we inadvertently become selfishly wrapped into our own comfortable experiences that are so commonplace we expect other people to think similarly, to act similarly, and to react similarly. Adding to that notion, in my experiences, I have been told to fight for what is right. I have been told to fight for what I believe in. I have been told not to let anyone change who I am, because I am perfect the way I am. I don’t know about you, but I find this is to be a cesspool breeding ground for ignorance and hate. If I fight for what is right, I may be fighting with the Taliban. I may be fighting for the red, white, and blue. If I fight for what I believe in, I may implement laws pertaining to eugenics in hopes of destroying entire races. I may fight for keeping individuals of color off buses. I may be fighting for gay marriage. I may be fighting in the name of Muhammad. If I am perfect the way I am, and have no flaws to change, I am not looking at what others do well.

While you may argue that my examples are extreme, I may agree. I may even be trying to prove a point. Where is the line drawn separating extreme from not extreme? Would you draw the same line as I would? If I were on the other side of the line, where would I have to stand for you to become defensive or even intervene in some way? Is there a point where you stood that I would consider using my constitutional right to free speech or bear arms or my god given right to shun you and wish you to hell? Is there a point where we might drop both you would drop your defense and offense simultaneously? Maybe, but I am me and you are you. You could have come from anywhere.

Have you heard me? Have you heard me at all?

Have you changed? Have you changed at all?


Posted by on April 26, 2012 in My Inspiration and Motivation


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Look Forward

And I want these words to make things right

But it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life

“Who does he think he is?”

If that’s the worst you’ve got, better put your fingers back to the keys

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren’t so great

He tastes like you, only sweeter.

I’m looking forward to the future

But my eyesight is going bad

And this crystal ball

It’s always cloudy except for, except for

When you look into the past

Look into the past.

[Thnks fr th Mmrs  -Fall Out Boy]


Posted by on April 23, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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Crazy Hour Hike

One of the many reasons I love behavioural and social medicine is because it is easy. Well, maybe not easy but I do find the material to be intuitive and straight forward despite it being a description of pure mental chaos, electrically and chemically speaking. I don’t think I have to tell you that it is intensely fascinating to top it off. The combination of these two things means I haven’t studied at all for almost two weeks. Lovely life!
I took one of those days and went on a hike up in Gooseberry Falls, MN. If you haven’t been there, plan to go. I spent most of my “hike” sitting and taking all the beauty in. I was only at the park for around an hour, and easily took hundreds of photos. When I started looking at them on my computer, however, I found most of them to be pretty similar. Here are a variety of the pictures from that day, free for the viewing. I can promise you will be seeing more photos later, in lower doses. Until then, be envious of both my free time and proximity to such beauty. Oh, and start planning your next vacation!

Posted by on April 19, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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Deep down, somewhere in the depths of your brain or chest or whatchyamacallit, you can hear it. “PULL ME,” says the fire alarm. “It will be glorious. Bells and sirens. The chance at ogling sexy firemen. I bet you won’t even get caught.”

And then I see this in the hallways of my school not too long ago. Oh the temptation. I don’t see how anyone could resist. Deep breaths, deep breaths, keep walking…

It was for sure a very close crisis. Averted.


Posted by on April 18, 2012 in Photographic Memory


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romance is less than common

and hearts are less than real

knowing this courage is less than bold

but in these familiar cold rooms

the danger is real

it should hold me back

the fright is real–

too late to turn back

kisses are fake, nothing has changed

the sheets are different

yet the pains the same

After you leave I stay in tears

knowing all to well that

Romance is less than common

and Hearts are less than Real

Defeat is too Easy

and Hate is far from Surreal


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Today is My Day

It is a big day today. Not only is it the day I am finally getting around to getting my taxes done, but it is also my birthday. The day to officially celebrate getting old.* I am going to give ya’ll a big surprise and share 24 facts about myself, since I just turned 24, that you would maybe not otherwise know about me. I do have to say that I stole this idea (Thanks, Malia!) because I thought it was such a neat idea. So here goes nothing.

*I’ll get back to this thought in a bit, so don’t forget about it!

1. I want to own horses, a few pigs, a few cows, and some chickens when I “grow up”.

2. Big-eyed, boy folk singers sing directly to me. I’m not sure if this one counts as a fact…

3. I don’t like pop. I don’t not like it because it is very unhealthy or has a tendency cause people to be overweight or even that it rots teeth. I just don’t like it.

4. I love wrinkles. I can’t wait to get old and have wrinkles. And I cannot figure out why society is so darn afraid of these lasting impressions of a wonderful life. *This is the reference to celebrating getting old. I wasn’t being sarcastic (for once)!

5. I know that if food is handmade with love, there are no calories included.

6. When I was growing up, I hoped to be six feet tall and have size 11 shoes. I only got one of those.

7. Top 5 favorite smells (5 because I can’t pick 1 as a favorite): The smell of fog, the smell of a match after its lit but before the smoke, the smell of clean cement/bricks on a humid day, vanilla, and either a campfire in the summer or a wood stove in the winter.

8. If I had to choose a career other than medicine, it would most likely be a degree in art.

9. I have a terrible habit of picking out flaws/cliches/wrong facts/dramatic over-acting in movies. I can’t help but get the giggles when they mess up something badly.

10. I have more fingernail polish colors than I would like to admit to. To be fair, I have never paid more than $2 for a bottle though.

11. I am very surprised at how many of you are following my blog. I didn’t exactly expect anyone to want to follow me. (Thanks everyone!)

12. My dream car is a 1969 Mustang Fastback in black. If anyone just so happens to have one laying around, it is my birthday you know.

13. I absolutely, positively cannot live without milk. On average, I drink 2 gallons a week. Yes, it is a problem. One delicious problem.

14. I don’t like eating in restaurants. My best guess as to why: I don’t particularly like eating. I don’t like to watch people eat. I don’t like people watching me eat. And I automatically assume that people don’t like watching me eat.

15. I have considered joining the military on several different occasions.

16. If I have one passionate cause outside of medicine it is in equality of everyone, especially homosexuals.

17. I know that people have too much faith in my future/success.

18. My mom used to make our favourite meals for our birthday. I usually chose her homemade hamburger stroganoff.

19. I cannot wait to buy my first house, my own space.

20. My future dog is a Great Dane. Love.

21. I can be quite terribly indecisive. In all actuality, if I don’t care about the end result/would be satisfied with any option, I would rather have someone who has a defined opinion answer.

22. My favourite movies are Wall-e, Lucky Number Slevin, and I Am Sam.

23. I believe in forgiveness but still have a conscience that tells me I have done wrong. And it scares me to think of all the bad I have done even if it has been forgiven. So I try my best to stay away from bad and wrong. But, I am human, and will be my whole life.

24! I still don’t have my passport. It is quite sad, since I hope to do my fair share of traveling when I have a spare moment in my life.

There you have it.


Posted by on April 13, 2012 in My Inspiration and Motivation


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