Thursday, November 09, 2006
"A lot o' people don't realize what's really going on. They view life as a bunch o' unconnected incidents 'n things. They don't realize that there's this, like, lattice o' coincidence that lays on top o' everything. Give you an example; show you what I mean: suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness." - Repo Man
About Me
- Name: Sa
- Location: The burbs.. Northern ..., New Jersey, United States
This is the story of me, Sa, who on my 42nd birthday received my first white coat at Saint George’s University School of Medicine in Grenada, West Indies, started medical school and pledged to become a physician. It is about what it is like to tear up your life and leave again and again to pursue a dream. It’s the story of a woman who often thinks, “what would Buffy do?” . I am a yoga loving, dog loving, beautiful, former chef, former sales person, former tutor and current immunology – o – phile who tries to love the intertwining snail track of life and how it all connects. It is a plate o’ shrimp – or shrimp plate--- and its my life.
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2 Comments:
In my day, children were often referrred to as refractory. Thank god it has grown out of use as a descriptor of a child's behavior. Almost incorrigible I always felt!
New scrabble high score record for "quixally" the adverb of quixotic.
I remember trying to wrap my brain around the economic terms at college. Once I understood them they seemed so full of meaning because they were so fresh. Soon my writing was as obfuscatory as the rest; I think that's called sophomoric. Trouble is many never leave that phase.
Happy Thanksgiving, Sa. Have some refractory pie!
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