my procastination

between work, work, and oh yeah, more work, this blog has sort of gotten the through shaft. I know I should write a bit - I enjoyed it back in undergrad years ago, and I often looked for a chance to write for the paper. It sort of sucks that there's deadlines and reading to be done, because, yes I do want to be good worker bee. I really have no interest in writing about every little tidbit about life, as I really have no purpose for doing so. In a selfish sort of way that I think I mentioned a while back, my audience is really myself in a certain number of years away. Like a teacher once told me, all writing is for an audience and should be for a specific purpose. My next big project will be finished, hopefully, in mid to late February. Until then, I will keep my half-finished, mid thought articles buried in some searchable form on my hard drive. One of life top 10 aspirations is still to have some form of my work(s) published - there is certainly some degree of coolness to that. besides work, I'm trying to organize a garage band. I realize that it's certainly something I should have done years ago, but damnit, I missed that part in the 80s and I have no qualms about re-living that part of it. sarcasm totally intended there...

speaking of life in general, I like facebook for keeping in contact with some friends both from now and the past. But, if I have had no direct contact with you in the past, don't expect me to be your friend. I have absolutely zero aspiration to have the most number of friends on there, which the same goes with myspace.

my year, almost

it's almost been a year of this mayhem, and I guess my mood would be fairly undecided. yes, the story of my life thus far. I've been meaning to compose a blog, oh, maybe once a month or something like that. Unfortunately for these pages, I've picked up some toys, including guitar hero, a piano, and some books. Good stuff. I'll try to beat those kids at GH next time at Walmart. addictive too, sort of like kiddie crack, except you get better finger dexterity. I like it.

I say undecided because I get asked quite a bit about med school and residency by the fellow med students. It gets me thinking, since about 90% of my answers during med school and the interview trail were fairly contrived and routine. I guess by the time I recited them so often, I sort of believe them myself. I still try to convince people to go into medicine, but I try to make sure they do so for the right reasons. boring? never. rewarding? occasionally. challenging? daily. I hope these reasons are still true 1 year, 5 years, and even 10 years from now. maybe I won't be too cynical then, but I am an optimist.

I will blog more later. these articles are literally sitting on the desktop, partially completed, partly funny, and poorly worded thoughts...