Sunday, March 25, 2007

trivial matters...





so it comes down to double jeopardy yesterday during the whalloping of musc and mcg by the uscsom. and by double jeopardy i mean that with a category and a half to go we didn't even have to worry about answering any more questions for the entire game including final jeopardy in order to win the game. yep, going into final jeopardy the score was 10,000 to 2500 [mcg] and 1400 [musc]. it was a demolishing decemation unleashed in the musc audirorium in front of ones of people... i would say tens, but there were not twenty people there excluding the players that were in attendance of the match, i thus figured that pleuralizing 'one' would somehow sound more impressive... but alas, it somehow falls short. anywho, our team of daniel gillstrap [soon to be internal medicine resident at johns hopkins], ken iverson [soon to be ent [no not mythical creature of the tolkein novels] resident at mcg], courtney gleason [soon to be m4] and myself [soon to be plastics resident at kansas] was truly amazing and made our school proud. before the game began gillstrap and i had a little discussion where we decided that we hated jeopardy/trivia games that came down to final jeopardy/last question. we thus had the goal in mind of not really needing the final jeopardy question to be dicisive... and it wasn't... eventhough it was easy. the topic was endocrine and the question asked what made up the MENIIa syndrome. so our small wager didn't seem so impressive eventhough we got it right we were just being conservative to finalize the score at 11,000 to 5,000 to 0 [i can't believe they missed it!].
anywho, the musc team was made up of three soon to be ortho residents and a 4th of whom i am not sure and the mcg team was made up by 3 girls, one whom i met on the plastics interview trail is going to do general surgery in kansas next year [wicheta], one matched into neurosurgery at duke [probably a bright girl... but not for this trivia domination team] and the other i don't know.
ok, so that is probably way too much detail as to the trivia game... but in the end it was a lot of fun and afterwards we went to ken's friend's house on the water before we headed over to one of the ent's houses for a social in charleston. it was definately a pleasant experience before jb and i hit up downtown chucktown on sat. night... but that is another story for another time... good times i might add! preesh bro... your a rock star!
peace and love,
g
p.s. the pics are of april and i at various recent events... including AOA banquet, match day, post-match party and st. patty's day!... gotta love fatty mcfatterson!

Friday, March 23, 2007

crash this...




So, I would like to give a glorious update from this week past. It has felt so wonderful to know where I am giong and what I will be doing next year that I have felt relief to the point where a smile has been plastered on my face from ear to ear. However, this update will not be about the glorious week past, about the wonderful time at the AOA banquet, Match Day and St. Patty's with April. Nope, this is about the wonderful event that happed at the most inconvenient time possible [seriously 5:00 p.m. Friday is the worst time to get in a car accident] to mangle pieces of moving metal [well, I suppose that there is a lot of plastic these days in cars also].
I was driving down Divine street... 35mph-ish... minding my own, listening to some good 'Steve' on the radio. As I came upon the intersection where Yo Burrito meets The Whitney, I was casually going through the green light that I had when a little [ok not so little] old lady [senile perhaps?] decided that instead of waiting for me to actually pass through the intersection it would be better if she just accelerated into me in attempt to traverse through my car onto the other side and continue on her way. Yeah, so in accelerating into me, she didn't so much get through my car so much as crash head on into it. This is the first time that I have been in a serious accident that had the air-bags deploy and I can say that going that speed into a head on-ish collision, I am glad that I was driving a VW. The police, ambulance and fire-fighters were there right away... thankfully because my car did indeed catch fire [poor Driver -- what I call my car, f.y.i.].
Well, I thank my roommate Ben for being available as he came at the drop of a hat. When he got there we basically unloaded the contents of Driver into his vehicle and proceeded on home [after all the legality stuff was worked out, of course]. As we were heading home, I told Yocum that we had to go and workout like we had planned and that if we went home then I would probably get bored and go for a run anyway... when he realized that I was serious, he turned around and we headed to the stadium.
There with Chris Steddum, the two of us ran the stadium stairs [I ran a 10:30... which is not to bad for s/p car accident with a rehabbing hamstring [this is only the 3rd time I have run on it since I pulled it... 2 days ago 1/4 mile, yesterday 1.5 miles [easy] and today the stairs]] which felt pretty good, surprisingly.
So, anyway, here I sit, on the internet, now looking for both a house and a car... life is simple and life is sweet; I just that God that both I and the senile dorris are ok.
-Garry

Thursday, March 15, 2007

MATCH DAY!!!...

Well, it is match day and I now know where I am going to be and what I am going to be doing over the next six years... yep...



Plastic Surgery in Kansas City!!!

Love,
G

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

pulled hammy... not hamming it up.

so, for the past few days i have been experiencing the joys of a pulled hamstring. this is something that, prior to sunday, i had not experienced before... this is one of those experience that i can say i would have been better off not having had a face-to-face [or leg to face or leg to whatever the hell else you want] encounter with.

so, yocum, ed and i were doing 300's at the ol' weems' baskin track at usc... the setting.
we adequately warmed up and ran the first one... 36 seconds [pretty darn good for me]... the set-up
feeling spunkily excited and exhilirated that i had run sub 37 for the first time since i was on the track team... i was hoping for a repeat on the second attempt. i was on pace through 200ish for this to occur when it felt like there was a bulldog riding on back of a lightning bolt that came up and bit me in the freakin' arse. and by arse i mean left hamstring. and by left hamstring i mean testicles and by testicles i mean left hamstring. you see, when this bull-bolt bit me it took away my balls and hamstring with one flailed [yes, flailed] swoop. i say this because it took me to the ground after a couple of 'fairy hops'. lucky i had some help and was treated with ice bags and rest upon the greenery that is the infield.

ah, since it has been a nightmare trying to walk anywhere... just putting any kind of stretch on the ol' hamster as it just sits there has caused that freakin' bull-bolt to come back on sporadic occasions... sucky. alas, it does feel slightly better on a daily basis, but i smarts that i cannot be physically running around... training for those ever-so-important weems' baskin sprint relays! hopefully i will be better in time, but i doubt it... only time will tell! thus, my new goal: lift my upper body a freakin' ton. i figure that this would be good for the hamstring if i put on some upper body muscle, this would then act like added weight resistance for the hammy to rehab against. yep... totally selfless.. do it for the hammy.

so, in conclusion, weight room... here i come!

love,
g

p.s. oh yeah... tomorrow is match day and i just might be slightly nervous, but i will post it up where i am going and what i am doing... so stay tuned --> MORE TO COME!

p.s.s. tonight was the a.o.a. banquet, btw, of which i will write about on the morrow or within a fortnight thereafter.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Match Awareness...

For those of you that care for up'diddily'dates...

I MATCHED!!!!

Whooooo-hooooo [jump for joy leprechaun-like kick]!

So, now in just boils down to the fact that I will be one of ten places, doing one of two things... well, i guess that at least leaves some excitement for thursday when i will find out the details as to 'what' and 'where'!
Also, now that I know I matched I am not hesitant to share my rank order list, where [PS = Plastic Surgery; EM = Emergency Medicine]...

1] Kansas [PS]
2] Utah [PS]
3] Chicago [PS]
4] Ohio State [PS]
5] Johns' Hopkins [EM]
6] Oklahoma [PS]
7] Orlando [EM]
8] Northwestern [EM]
9] Yale [EM]
10] Duke [EM]

So, it will be one of these I suppose... until thursday... either way, I won't be in columbia next year...

Love,
G

Saturday, March 10, 2007

312

if you know me, i am a fan of a certain band... one removed form the title of this blog. however, although listening to the musical tones of this band brings me to a state of relaxation and comfort, adding 'one' to this band brings me to an opposite state of mind. i find myself worried, scared, confused and a little excited... for on monday, but two days away, i am to find out whether or not tues/wed is going to be hectic or just that much nerve-wracking.
wracking... such a great word... most like spelled in utter shamefulness since i have the phonetic capacity of a remedial second grader. wright? well, so it has been said... so let it come to pass. he who has messed up his life [april, you know how much] has spoken... and by spoken i mean clumsily pounded on this keyboard in an attempt of an organized fashion to create some sensical madness in phonetically-chronologic order.
wtf?
-g

Friday, March 09, 2007

dust...

smoke streams up in a wave
makeing love to the air moving in and out
wrapped around digital doughnut lips
metallic
hard

the sensual connection in fluidic serenity
as the ebb of the tide comes and goes in and out
eminating from pursed pillows of perfection
skin
soft

swirling in dissipation in an endless delta
melding unto the surroundings to become one
wrapping all in rancid embrace
particulate
coarse

dispersed to be set free
breaking the chains of laminar tyranny from within to be let out
close no more, no contact
smoke
dry

escape

?

i ask you... why does it feel so good? so wrong? and yet, so right?

i am on crack right now... ultrasound crack.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

heart attack...

He walks with a gait so silent in the night
0bsessed with the way he carries his weight
Backed by worry, concern, fear but not hate
A chiseled force to be reckoned with in the moonlight
I want to fucking tear you apart

Creeping and guiding is this leader of men
So lovely and graceful to positions he creates
Late, early, he can not speak of what he hates
Silence remains on his lips unspoken
You fucking took me away from my heart

So split now from the skin he likes
Whispers surround his mind’s estate
Of words spoken on a former date
Distracts from the valor of commanded strikes
Why couldn’t I wait for this to fucking start

Distance growing for the soft breath to traverse
He listens for her, staring at the desert star
And takes command of his personal war
He whispers to his own conscience if this could be worse
I’ll look you in the eye and fucking tear you apart

Motivations estranged as they connect in a distance
Lips meet in words spoken but unheard
He grips his gun and utters his word
The next movement-moments he is in a trance
I want to fucking get back to your heart

A place or a plane find solitude in the air
Where miles do not get in the way
He knows that ‘there’ is where he cannot stay
Getting back to ‘here’ and the skin for which he cares
I don’t want to fucking restart

Climbing and falling he does not have a choice
He doesn’t know if this is going to pass
Or if it is something that may indeed last
But not; for it has been his last breath of uttered voice
You fucking took me away from my heart

Thursday, March 01, 2007

merry marchness...

march 1st... the day, the one, the 3/1 the first of the month in which my fate will be decided upon come the ides. two weeks to the day from today, this day... such a day is this... today. today, oh today... you are sweet yesterday's tomorrow and how i had longed to be living yesterday when tomorrow shall became today.
sweet serenity of seruptitious silence full of scrupulous supersciliousness.. silence.. sleep. to slumber and shatter the shallow shimmering sunshine into sullen solitude. splendorful space. special seat among scientific sights. seeing and sounding. small. sureal.