| Update failure number 2 bazillion |
[Jul. 3rd, 2009|10:43 am] |
I've done it again. 2+ weeks. No posts.
Maybe I need to try this twitter thing?
Maybe an iphone?
Maybe I should stop being so lazy?
Maybe it's not such a bad thing to have a life that is not reported online...
..but this journal used to be pretty cool. once. many years ago.
-Jesse and Ria got married in Denver, and Meg and I were honored to be there. It was a jam-packed weekend. Saw my brother and Erin, my friend Steve (never be late for a flight again man), Jesse and the lovely Ria who I met for the first time, Jesse's new home (home purchase and marriage in the same weekend!), the Flobots, the Walker family, Dina and Laura, etc. Returned exhausted, cleaned house for a couple days and:
-Family Dougherty came for a visit. What a great time. We ate like Kings, discovering at least 2 new favorite Portland eateries: Toro Bravo and Bamboo Sushi. My inlaws, unlike the quintessential p.i.t.a inlaws of common lore, are awesome, fun-loving, generous, energetic people. Brother Ry came too, and we briefly distracted him from his currently stressful state job. Hiked in the gorge and on the coast. Went to a great winery. During the days when Meg and I worked, they would randomly go out and buy us stuff they thought we needed for the home. This included a weedwacker (complete with first trim courtesy of Doug), a great new Wusthof knife, a half case of wine or so, a flower pot for the front walk, an herb garden (planted even), and great food. Who are these people?
-The yard is producing like mad. We have blueberries coming in rapidly (some of the best I've eaten), plenty of fresh strawberries, a few handfuls of cherries (the birds took most of em before I finally bought a ladder), "fancy lettuce" as M calls it, and snap peas. Still to come are beets and a bumper-crop of Italian plums. Sadly, our new transplanted Hebes (decorative, not for food) appear to be dying. No idea why.
-My first "real" night on call is tonight. Slightly nervous, but glad to cross the bridge.
-Hot as hell this weekend. If I can generate interest, perhaps a river trip on Sunday... |
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| Life is pretty good |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|09:28 pm] |
A walk to the beer store
Some yard work
Mow the lawn
Make some veggie enchiladas (baking now)
Rogue dry-hop red ale
Tool on the stereo
Sexy wife
(now I'm gonna study some physics,
which doesn't really belong on the
above list)
Not bad.
Not bad at all. |
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| days need more hours |
[May. 27th, 2009|09:44 pm] |
Got temporarily switched from interventional radiology at the VA over to the university side - showed up for a very busy 14 hour day. I also hadn't rotated on that service yet, so there are a lot of nuts-n-bolts kinds of things I don't really know how to do. Still, really cool procedures, and generally good folks to work with. It occurs to me that I wouldn't really mind a 14 hour work day if the whole day-night cycle were something like 30 hours instead of 24. It's not the lengthening of work that bothers me, it's the consequence of shortening my 'me-time' in the evening down to a shriveled little home-eat-check email-straight-to-bed kind of routine. That's what gets me down.
Great long weekend in Madison, WI. Saw Mom, Dan, Meg's family, the monkees (congrats to Jesse L., star groom of the weekend), and assorted other hometown friends. Drank good beer/wine, ate some of the best food I've had in month, and enjoyed a lot of walking around Madison in near-perfect spring weather.
Anyway, that's about enough of my shriveled evening spent on LJ. |
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| Letter to the Federation of State Medical Boards |
[May. 15th, 2009|12:17 pm] |
Mr. xxxxx and whom it may concern -
I am a recent US medical graduate, and I wanted to take a moment to express my dismay about what I consider to be absurd costs for verification of my credentials. Like most resident physicians in this country, I make a little under $50k each year. Every year, as I get further along as a physician, I am surprised at every step by the costs imposed by my own profession. In the past twelve months, the combination of licensing exams, state medical board applications, specialty board membership, and credentials verification have cost me approximately $3200. To put that in a frame of reference, that amount is more than my monthly mortgage payment, more than my car is worth, and more than my monthly after-tax salary. To be fair, the $50 dollar fee charged by the FSMB is only a small part of that cost, but it remains excessive for what amounts for an electronic transfer which I imagine is carried out automatically.
I recognize that the FSMB is a non-profit organization, and that your operating costs must come from somewhere. I also know that the FSMB (and other organizations including the AMA and most specialty groups) help keep physicians - and patients - safe from substandard care. I believe it is also important to the future of medical practice to make the path to the profession less cost-prohibitive. On behalf of medical students, residents, and fellows across the country (most of whom I'm very confident would agree with me here), please consider giving us a break.
Thank you for your time.
If anyone in your office would like to correspond on this subject, please feel free to contact me.
Sincerely,
IDQ |
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| Better |
[May. 15th, 2009|11:14 am] |
Got Coffee. And Beaster.
That's an album, in case anyone confuses it with anything illegal. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 13th, 2009|02:45 pm] |
I have an exceptionally cluttered mind today.
Can't seem to get anything done because my attention span is gnat-like.
Perhaps if I clean off my desk it'll have a similar effect on my mind.
In other news: Captain Beefheart's Clear Spot is a fantastic record. |
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[May. 13th, 2009|01:20 pm] |
Ooh!
Every time I don't have money for something, I think, "Gee whiz, if only I could purchase money online!"
Look at the bargain on these $2 bills!
It's gonna take me a while to save up, but I'm gonna get rich buying those things! |
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[May. 13th, 2009|12:46 am] |
There are no two snowflakes alike
but in a strong enough storm
in the right neighborhood
all the snowflakes get mashed into one giant ball of frozen water
and made into the ass of a snowman. |
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