Archive for February, 2009

Face value

February 22, 2009

escapethefate-dyingisyourlatestfashion I have started working for a body jewellery stall at music festivals. Big Day Out was fairly ‘mainstream’ with lots of nose studs + dangly belly bars being sold as we copped drunken abuse from bogans.

Soundwave was in one word: Polite.

The Soundwave crowd was heavily tattooed, pierced + mohawked. Heavy eyeliner, dyed hair, blood red lips, + pale skin abounded. I enjoyed pleasant, socially normal interactions with men + women whose dermals, 30mm tunnels + septum rings probably mean they never have to worry about sharing their seat on trains.

TYPICAL SOUNDWAVE TRANSACTION

Mohawked man: Can I, please*,  get an ‘unfuck the world’, an ‘I love my mum’ + a ‘jesus touched me + I’m pressing charges’ badge?  oh, + one of those organic teak 3mm tunnels. My girlfriend’s starting to stretch her ear – she’ll love that one. *grins* 

Me: no worries, that’s $18.

Mohawked man (grinning): Thanks heaps. These are awesome. You guys have got such good stuff.

Me: Thanks!

Mohawked man: Have a great day! 


TYPICAL BIG DAY OUT TRANSACTION

Drunken Bogan: Will you pierce my fuckin’ eyebrow, aye?

Me (smiling): Sorry, we’re not allowed to pierce. Festival rules. We’ve got eyebrow studs though if you’d like to…

Drunken Bogan (agressively cutting me off): Why the FUCK NOT? JUST FUCKIN’ DO IT! I’m going to PAY YOU. Don’t you want my fuckin’ MONEY?

Me (gritted smiling): Sorry mate, we haven’t got any stuff here to do it *shrugs*

Drunken Bogan: You’re FUCKED. 

Me: Have a nice day. 

Yet people describe the Soundwave punters as ‘scary’? Yesterday, I didn’t feel threatened, no one was abusive, overly drunk or aggressive, as they were at BDO. There was a separate area for over 18’s to drink in + I didn’t see one fight or hear a voice raised in anger the whole day (except obviously, the bands whose banter consisted of “fucking shit yeah, let’s get fucked up, you FUCKERS!!! Although, one could argue that was more excitement than anger).

Yesterday was one more reason why I love the alternative side, the flip side, the B side of the world. Give me SBS, Triple J, Soundwave, freaks, fringe dwellers, environmentalists,  vegans, emo’s, homosexuals, eccentrics, straight edge punk fans, tattoo enthusiasts, the chronically pierced + raging hardcore rock fans, ANY day. Because, generally…

they are just plain nicer. 

*Note the use of both “please” and “thank you” in this exchange. 

Med school has eaten my time

February 18, 2009

jumbo-twin-bell-alarm-clockAs I have none of it myself, I leave you quotes on time:


Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.

Horace Mann

Better three hours too soon, than one minute too late.

William Shakespeare

A man who dares to waste one hour of life has not discovered the value of life.
Charles Darwin

Once you have mastered time, you will understand how true it is that most people overestimate what they can accomplish in a year – and underestimate what they can achieve in a decade!
Anthony Robbins

One cannot manage too many affairs: like pumpkins in the water, one pops up while you try to hold down the other.
Chinese Proverb

Never leave ’till tomorrow which you can do today.
Benjamin Franklin

You will never “find” time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.
Charles Bruxton

The great dividing line between success and failure can be expressed in five words: “I did not have time.”
Franklin Field

If I could turn back time…

Cher

Just breathe

February 12, 2009

I’m trying to convince myself that I like this clip so much because I love the original song. But I have to face the nerdy music. The inevitable has happened.

I now find things like this funny. *gasp*

Please explain

February 10, 2009

 

Image found here

Image found here

Despite the Medical Animation Library NOT being narrated by Dr Nick (which would have increased my enjoyment enormously), I’m putting in a good word.

Lecturers have said ‘there is no such thing as a dumb question’, + I’ve been very open about my lack of prior knowledge of anything science, + even though my classmates are helpful, there are some queries that I’d rather direct to my dear friend, the inter-ma-net. 

Because statements like “Woooah, blood goes through the lungs?!” can tend to alienate med friends + nobody wants that now…

Stupido uppity-lady-voice + public-health-ad-esque music aside, I found the clips to be really useful. Good basic, quick, visual explanations of everything from snoring to Percutaneous transluminal coronary angioplasty (PTCA).  

Alas, my search for a medical claymation library ended in vain.

Holy Cadaver

February 5, 2009

 

image from ImpactLab

image from ImpactLab

Yesterday morning I was a person who had never seen a cadaver. Not even in a movie.  So I was understandably nervous at the prospect of an anatomy class titled “Introduction to cadavers”.

It was obvious by the relaxed nature of 99% of students in the lab that they had seen cadavers. Many times before. Most left after the ‘intro to lab rules’  talk to have a coffee. Only a few of us stayed behind to view the body. 

I was a bit nervy all morning, didn’t eat much breakfast, had butterflies in the stomach wondering if I would feel nauseous, or god forbid, faint. But, when it came to the unveiling I was awestruck. I was standing a few metres away from a person. A dead person. A dead person, preserved and dissected on a table. A classmate (an experienced cadaver viewer who’d stayed for moral support) suggested gently that a few metres was not the best vantage point so we moved a bit closer. Then a little closer…+ closer…

Then, suddenly, we’ve got gloves on + he’s passed me the heart. I’m holding a heart.

At 10-effing-30 in the morning.  

Afterwards, I asked some of the other students if they remembered when they first saw a cadaver + they shrugged. I’ll remember the face of that person forever. I held their heart in my hands. On a tuesday morning at 10:30.

Vegan Lemon Curd Tart

February 2, 2009

imgp19341 I love lemon tart, but last time I made it was when I still used eggs and I haven’t been up to making lemony curdy tarty things the vegan way in case they were ‘orrible + upsetting. 

But yesterday I took my hungover self to the kitchen + finally attacked the Lemon Bars from The Joy Of Vegan Baking. Because my hungover state prevented me from leaving the house (or making sudden movements in general) I made do with what we had. 

Despite how ‘orrible my photo is these were great. Lemony curdy goodness. I reduced the sugar, increased the lemon, + doubled the quantities of filling to make it more like a cheesecake thickness. 

Crust

bunch of stale sugar biscuits, smooshed into crumbs

few tablespoons of Nuttelex 

Filling

1 cup of silken tofu

1 1/2 cups of sugar

200ml of lemon juice

4 tablespoons flour

2 tablespoons of cornflour

 

Preheat oven to 180 C. Mix crust ingredients together and press into lined dish. Bake for 20 minutes or until browned. Blend all ingredients in blender or processor until frothy. Pour filling into baked crusts and bake for 30 minutes or until filling is set (eg. doesn’t wobble when you move dish).

Excuse me while I spew forth my brain

February 2, 2009

 

OOOH! I know the answer!

OOOH! I know the answer!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This afternoon I experienced for the first time medical terminology diarrhoea (MTD). It seems to affect a very small minority of students with biomedical science backgrounds. Symptoms include: extreme seriousness, a penchant for sitting in the front row, inability to be concise, + spasms of the arm causing it to raise above the head after any question, however simple or rhetorical, is asked. 

While I’m sure I will find it annoying in the near future, today I was thoroughly entertained + informed. I had (normal) biomed grads either side of me to decipher.

SCENE: Lecture theatre, afternoon, student with MTD babbles endlessly

me (picking up the only word I could pronounce): *whispers* what the frick is a lipid?

grad: fattiness..stuff… like, in the blood…

me: oh. 

Student with MTD continues to babble before winding up with a smug smile.

*pause*

Lecturer: Um. Yes. That is correct, but I would have accepted the answer “He’s overweight”.