Friday, June 4, 2010

Love and hate

As many of you may (or may not) know, I have been on a series of first
dates in the last two years. Lots of them. Good and bad
(unfortunately more that have been spectacularly bad rather than good).
Today, I was talking to a friend of mine, talking about dating and how
I don't know how I feel about someone I went out with. She asks, "Do
you like him or do you just not hate him?". And to tell you the truth,
I couldn't answer the question.
Looking back on some people I have dated or gone out on dates with,
perhaps I actually didn't like the person (in the sense that I get
thoroughly excited at the prospect of them calling), but rather I
didn't hate them. That just sounds terrible, I know.
What is the reason I sometimes cannot tell how I feel about someone?
Is this normal? Do I sell myslf short by just going out with people I
don't hate instead of waiting and finding someone I genuinely like?
These are questions that I ask myself a lot (I think to myself a lot).
Just thought I would put it out there as food for thought because I
have genuis friends who can cut through niceties and ask though
provoking questions like that at 11 pm when I am post call and throw
me in a tizzy.

Just overheard

Boy: "When I went to India..."
Girl: "I have always wanted to go to India. Did you go to the hotel in

Someone needs to a good world map.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Drug-food interactions

Is it bad to wash down some Aleve with a swig of beer?  It just seems wrong.  Oh well.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Somewhere out there

For those of you who know me and my habits, you'll know that I love This American Life. Now, this is an old episode, but I was thinking about it a lot in the last few months.  I actually heard this episode last year, but it struck a cord this year, mostly because one of my friends from med school said to me, "Yen, you should listen to last week's episode of This American Life.  I think you'd relate to it."  Now, this is a med school friend that I called to say congratulations on getting engaged and finding that someone out there for you. 

So, alas, I listen to the episode and then start feeling really depressed. 

Basically, here's how it (the first story) goes.  A group of PhD students in Boston, who are girlfriend-less, start thinking about their odds of finding the one.  They start out with the population of Boston and start whittling down the possibilities.  Has to be female.  Has to be between __ and __ years old.  Has a college degree.  And it goes on.  End they end up with very sad odds of finding a girlfriend.  That's not even taking into consideration looks, chemistry, whether they like to wear high heels or sneakers.  But that's not the sad part.  The sad part is when they do the same exercise for one of their professors, a single woman with a PhD... and her odds are nil. 

Seriously, I'm starting to feel like that. That's why I have given up, for the time being.  Don't worry, faithful reader(s).  That doesn't mean I won't have stories (I have a few from the last few months that I've been itching to share). 

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Spring has sprung

And the bunches of ranunculus that I bought at the farmer's market make me happier just by being there. 

I am back.  My prolonged absence can be blamed on the hell that is known as second year of residency (I was forewarned by a former chief).  Lots to talk about and hopefully I will be able to post more regularly soon.

Tiny updates:
  • Gardening again.  My lemon tree has little lemons, which taste like lemons dipped in sugar.  Yum.  I planted seeds for cilantro, thyme, basil, chives, oregano, cucumbers, sugar snap peas, and zinnia.  The herbs are slow going, but the peas are going like gangbusters. The zinnia, I'm especially excited about to have cut flowers during the summer.
  • Still dating, but about to give it up and become a nun.  I think I might have better luck finding God than finding a good man. 
  • I'm still a resident, for better or for worse.  Almost halfway done.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but that tunnel sure is long and dark and that light is really dim.
  • Made a few new crafts and tried my hand at making a mobile, which turned out really well. 
  • Took a trip to Hawaii and planning another one to DC.
  • Healthcare reform passed. Impressive on one hand, not so much on the other hand. 
That's it for now, I suppose.  More later.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

I love PBS

Since I depend on an antenna for my television channels (I know, I know, I live in the Stone Age), I have come to love PBS.  I love the Saturday morning cooking shows for hours on end.  I love the Saturday night cinema with classic movies.  I love that I'm watching a documentary on cuttlefish on NOVA and am completely fascinated.  Enthralled. 

No, I'm not sitting at home on a Saturday night just watching public television.... I'm not that sad (yet).  I'm just waiting until the "appropriately late" time to arrive at a bar to get drinks with a friend.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Wanted: recipe

I had brunch at Elite Cafe in San Francisco's Fillmore district over the weekend and I nearly died and went to heaven after tasting the meetinghouse biscuits.

Now, I must have that recipe.  I need it.