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Name: Alice
Country: United States
State: California
Gender: Female
Interests: God, community and global health, snowboarding, rock climbing, nature, cooking, good eats, wine, books, writing for fun, "normal stuff" like watching movies and hanging out.
Expertise: Dinner parties and entertaining, feeding hungry boys, finding every possible way to get back to New York, baking, posing as a doctor in my white coat, carving through hardpack, staying up late for no reason, petting my cat- meow!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
11/3/2002
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| Costa Rica it is!A small bright spot in my future, after hurdling over the many deep valleys (and falling into a few) for the next few weeks...
I booked my tickets yesterday! Anybody else want to come? Tickets were $416 roundtrip, which is about how much a ticket would put me back to go back East, except in Costa Rica I can eat cheap food and get tropical diseases!
There was this one exam where all the case examples started with something like: "A 24 year old medical student presents to the hospital with..." All my friends remarked about how everybody on that exam was younger than 26 years old, leading to us concluding that we are a high risk population for... whatever that exam was on.
Always happy to add to the future question bank for medical students-to-be!
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| Google ReaderAnybody who knows me well (and even some that don't know me well) knows that I spent lots of time reading blogs. It's a great procrastination tool to click through all of my bookmarks and see who has updated.
However, then my friend told me about Google Reader, and I discovered the magic of FEEDS. I feel really old when I say this, but I've avoided using feeds thus far because I was afraid it would be too complicated to figure out. However, Google Reader makes it so simple! I'd explain it, but then it'd become more complicated. Just google "Google Reader" like I did.
So now, I've gotten rid of my single largest source of procrastination, I've been forced to get straight to work. I refresh Google Reader once in a while, but it's sped up my blog-reading process so much that I am ultimately failing to waste time.
But then, it's so much easier that I can't go back to checking all of my blogs one by one. Why, that's so... archaic.
As a side note, I am now also thinking about going to Costa Rica. I feel like I'm buying into some huge subliminal trend here because I think I know of 3 people on Xanga alone who have just come back from or are thinking about going to Costa Rica. Anyways, I'm in the beginning of the planning process and a little frustrated because I don't have TIME to plan a trip right now, nor do I have the energy or excitement to do research and compare prices. So, in whole, anybody have any ideas or suggestions? Let me mooch off your experience and planning efforts!
I'm thinking that staying in San Diego and taking a short trip to Ensenada might just be enough. With the money saved from air travel, I could eat extravagantly at every excellent restaurant in San Diego. But LAST TRIP EVER!!! Post-boards celebratory trip! I wish it could be fantastic, but right now, the only things I dream about doing are watching TV shows on DVD, catching up on every movie I've missed over the past two years, and laying around in bed past noon reading a good book.
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| DreamerIt's one of my favorite pastimes, looking at floorplans. Every Sunday, my New York Times arrives at the door and I extricate the magazine to begin flipping through the adverts in the first few pages. More often than not, there will be a sample floorplan for a new building in Manhattan.
This one I've seen before: a full floor apartment with 6 bedrooms and 6 baths. 6,637 square feet, on West 86th and West End. The elevator and stairs are in the center of the building, the apartment forming a square donut around this hole. Not one of my favorites, I had thought the first time, sort of like a hamster in a wheel with the hallways forming an endless circle. Idly giving it another look, I begin placing furniture and designating rooms. Should the guest room have the shared bath? I would put the maid's bed against that wall- isn't that room awfully small...
I'm standing in doorways as furniture pops up into empty rooms, rooms that imagine to be full of light (after all, that's a whole wall of windows) with delicate cream colored walls, and hell- why not- subtle crown moldings. The dining room is huge, and I conjure up a long narrow table, replete with centerpieces and table settings and a delicate crystal and silver chandelier above it all. My guests enter, and they pull their chairs out, sparkling wine glass in the other hand- they laugh and engage in light small talk.
I'm entertaining in my penthouse and isn't it a wonderful place? My hair is elegantly drawn back into a French twist or chignon, smooth and without frizz. Older now, I'm wearing a silk shantung sheath, my feet in Louboutins- why not? I'm different. I'm with somebody else now, in New York. Maybe those extra bedrooms are filled with childrens' toys. All my dreams have become true: I'm rich; I'm living in New York City; I own this wonderful apartment; I have these beautiful friends. The maid's room has a twin-sized bed against that wall- oh, make her the nanny- and I have a chef that comes in daily, who has prepared tonight's meal.
Who am I now? Who are these friends?
How did I get there? What have I given up to get this far? I must have decided against primary care. I've probably married rich. What would have happened to the potlucks we used to have: the time when we were perfectly content to eat off our mismatched Ikea thriftshop dishes and drink wine out of mugs and sit on the floor around coffeetables? Is this what happens when we grow up? Are these things not good enough anymore? In my silk, now a doctor for several years; these guests must be my colleagues. They are used to- and have come to expect- this sort of party from a fellow physician. They all also live in places like these, with unobstructed river views, doormen, nannies, purse collections, and walk-in closets. We don't shop at Target anymore, we no longer visit Ross and H&M. We're all grown up now. We have money. It's expected- all of it.
Am I allowed to keep the same standards I have now, when I'm in "then"? I wonder if I'll wish for a life that used to be much simpler, for a social life that doesn't hinge upon impressing my friends. I wonder if it's all inevitable, that what used to be enough is no longer good enough.
I put the magazine down, and I'm back in San Diego, wearing my torn jeans, and I'm wasting electricity because I've left my desk lamp on above my pathology notes. The future vaporizes. God, I think, I hope that never happens. But secretely, guiltily, at some level, I hope it will.
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Am I allowed to go back to New York JUST to shop at Uniqlo?
I have this problem with pants. Not jeans, but nice slacks- the type that boring adult-people wear to work everyday. The problem begins with wool-intolerance. Who decided that wool gabardine was the fabric of choice for dress slacks? I curse you, whoever you are, along with my atopic tendencies.
Cue Uniqlo, last August, where I found perfect microfiber pants- and oh, they tailor in store? Same day? Amazing! Of course, because I have a problem with pants, they don't have them in any color I can stand wearing.
And they don't have an online store! Oh I'm so bitter!
I'm now investigating order via email or phone and seeing if they'll ship to me.
I'm usually not this cranky. Just at 1:23AM, when I am still completely clueless about this upcoming exam.
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I am feeling ambitious today. I went grocery shopping twice today, and now I have ingredients to cook two delicious looking things I've been wanting to make:
Hazelnut Brown Butter Cake - I'll probably skip the draping ganache though. Well, maybe not. One more trip to the grocery store then!
Tomato and Sausage Risotto
YUM. Who wants to eat with me? Despite common belief, it's pretty difficult sometimes to get rid of stuff I make, especially since I don't really go to class anymore. Sadly, it has become a deterrent to baking for me.
What must life be like outside of school???
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