Spring Semester 2010:
* Teaching: Fundamentals of Microbiology - MW 12:00-2:40p
Medical Microbiology - TR 2:00-3:15p
Colloquium in Cell and Molecular Biology - R 3:30-4:30p
Thesis Research - Identification of T Cell Subsets and Immune Response in Colon Cancer Using Immunofluorescence - FOREVER AND EVER
Old Journal Entries
Or rather, entries from the old journal, as it were...
- An open letter to the College. (August 27, 2006)
- Untitled. (July 16, 2006)
- Haunted (Part One) (May 29, 2006)
- Are we growing up, or just going down? (May 3, 2006)
- I had a dream... (March 19, 2006)
- ... (March 14, 2006)
- Enjoy it while it lasts. (September 12, 2005)
- Scene: 3:27 AM. (September 3, 2005)
- Untitled. (July 26, 2005)
Psst... if you're looking for the academic writings I used to have here, head to my Reading Room.
- The Rage in Placid Lake (2003)
- Son of Rambow (2007)
- 大紅燈籠高高掛 / Dà Hóng Dēnglóng Gāogāo Guà [Raise the Red Lantern] (1991)
- Au revoir, les enfants (1987)
- Chalk (2006)
- Le Samouraï (1967)
- Empire Records (1995)
- The Bank Job (2008)
- Le Quatre cents coups [The 400 Blows] (1959)
- Love and Other Disasters (2006)
- Friends and Family (2001)
- Sugar [unrated] (2004)
- The Curiosity of Chance (2006)
- Blade Runner: The Final Cut (1982)
- Wristcutters: A Love Story (2006)
- Death Note [anime] (2006)
- Battle Royale (2000)
- Le scaphandre et le papillon [The Diving Bell and the Butterfly] (2007)
- Extras, Series 2 (2005)
- Extras, Series 1 (2005)
- Shelter (2007)
- Metropolis (1927)
- Cashback (2006)
- Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay [Unrated] (2008)
- The Catherine Tate Show, Series 2 (2005)
- The Catherine Tate Show, Series 1 (2004)
- Tokyo monogatari [Tokyo Story] (1953)
- Akira (1988)
- Habuah [The Bubble] (2006)
- Prime Suspect 4, including:
- The Lost Child (1995)
- Inner Circles (1995)
- Scent of Darkness (1995)
- Like Minds [USA: Murderous Intent] (2006)
- La Strada (1954)
- Black Orpheus (1959)
- Le Notti di Cabiria [Nights of Cabiria] (1957)
- Cleo de cinq a sept [Cleo from 5 to 7] (1962)
- Det Sjunde Inseglet [The Seventh Seal] (1957)
- Prime Suspect 3 (1994)
- Funny Face (1957)
- Lalechet Al Ha'mayim [Walk on Water] (2004)
- Charade (1963)
- Yossi & Jagger (2002)
- Mists of Avalon (2001)
- Blow Up (1966)
The *New* Reading List
Since June 2006...
- The Dead Emcee Scrolls by Saul Williams [61.3%]
- Junk Science: An Overdue Indictment of Government, Industry, and Faith Groups that Twist Science for Their Own Gain by Dan Agin, Ph.D. [64.4%]
- 1984 by George Orwell [18.8%]
I've had time to think...
Monday, March 17, 2008 @ 11:42 pm
...which is almost always a dangerous thing.
My physics professor is the type of guy to not have an exam consisting of questions that were not covered thoroughly in the homework. I just checked our homework site online and there has only been homework assigned through chapter 31, but the test we are supposedly having tomorrow goes through chapter 33.
This worries me.
Remember how I was absent from class on Friday? Well, I'm not sure if he decided to postpone the test until this Thursday, and I have no way of getting in contact with anyone in that class.
So if I decide to blow of studying tonight and the test is tomorrow then I'm fucked. If I decide to stay up all night and study only to find out tomorrow in class that there is no test then I'm still fucked. If I stay up all night and study and take the test tomorrow then chances are I'm still fucked. Just sayin'.
So the probability that I'm going to be fucked tomorrow: 3/4. That's not a good sign at all.
This is my second entry today. The only reason it's being written is because I have a test tomorrow.
Monday, March 17, 2008 @ 7:10 pm
I need a referee when I study so he can give me a procrastination violation or a non-reading foul or he can just fucking eject me from the internet altogether.
I have nothing to say but I feel the need to NOT open my book and NOT do practice problems and NOT learn how to use these equations because that's fucking boring.
How do normal people make themselves study? There was this chick at my college who studied so much that she dumped her prospie (prospective student) in my hall so she could prepare for a chem midterm. She's at Harvard Med right now, but she's fucking CRAZY. I feel like if you're going to be THAT hardcore, if you're that determined to NOT have a life, then you fucking DESERVE to go to the best freaking medical school in the world (because it's not like you'll have much of a life while you're there, either).
I think the issue I have is that I often question whether or not all this studying is actually worth it in the end. Do I want to do anything related to electricity and/or magnetism in the future? Hell fucking no. But I still want to be able to say that I can do calculus and rock physics just as well as the engineering kids in my class.
But I don't want the bragging rights THAT much. Compared to what other people brag about (financial resources, sexual conquests, social connections, etc.), I feel like the right to say you're good at physics is pretty fucking dubious in most circles.
Where was I going with this? To tell you the truth, I don't even know anymore. I just kept typing and typing and now I have nothing left. I guess that means I should crack my book open now, right?
Or, you know, watch Veronica Mars on DVD...
Living in the suburbs is a crock of shit.
Monday, March 17, 2008 @ 5:56 pm
There are NO good delivery places. AT FUCKING ALL.
And the one place I like--the Round Table over here near my house--charges fucking $18 for a stupid medium specialty pizza.
When I was at college, I could get a medium RT pizza for HALF that.
I'm SO over San Jose. I can't wait to live someplace where there's decent delivery places that don't charge your left nut for a dinner for two people.
A sphincter says "What?"
Saturday, March 15, 2008 @ 8:24 am
I'm really not in the mood to drive the 20 miles to my piano class (and back), but I really should because the final performance is next week and I need to show my instructor that I can actually play something.
Other exciting plans for today: study for an exam; obsessively check online to see if there has been any change regarding my admissions status to graduate school; finish my Johns Hopkins application once and for all; start watching Tell Me You Love Me which finally finished downloading last night (naked Ian Somerhalder anyone?); do homework problems in physics; et fucking cetera.
Guess I need to restart my engine. A real, sanctioned break is actually coming up so if I can just make it to the 29th without dying, then everything will be good.
Friday, March 14, 2008 @ 10:33 am
I've been running on empty for the last few weeks trying to get everything done that needs to be done. I'm at that point where I just don't want to deal with anything important for an entire day.
So I won't.
I called in to work. I'm not going to physics (for only the second time, which is an amazing feat given that the quarter is ending in under two weeks). I'm not going out tonight. The only thing I will do is pick up my sister from school and promptly return home.
Where I will just... veg.
Ahhhhh, Mental Health Days!
Reality check. [mirrored]
Friday, March 14, 2008 @ 12:01 am
Make Me a Supermodel is one of those shows that I have to watch despite its admittedly unoriginal premise, unimpressive editing, and non-compelling hosts. I have to admit that a large part of the reason I absolutely MUST watch the show at any opportunity would have to be the odd coupling of boy-next-door Ronnie and edgy-prison-guard Ben. It was established early on that Ronnie had an attraction to Ben, who is (supposedly) straight AND married, and I won't lie--that arrangement resonates with me.
Today's mini-MMaS-marathon gave me an opportunity to finally watch the shows I missed. Boy, am I glad that I vegged out in front of the TV watching this reality CRAP instead of doing my work like I was supposed to! In one of the episodes I missed, the models were at a shoot for a "video look book." They were being cast for a two-person scene in which they would act out a steamy (but tasteful) late-night pre-coitus scene right before heading off to bed. TwoP's Al Lowe describes it better than I ever could:
Ben "jokingly" says he thought the director was going to pick him and Ronnie to do this together. Oh, BEN. You are fooling no one, and I mean that so very seriously. You want a little safe taste of Ronnie, fine, I get that, but please don't think anyone is buying that you're really joking about it. Naturally, the director immediately puts them in the scene together. "Love you, baby," Ben says to his wife at home. "There's no need to kiss or anything like that," the director assures them, but Ronnie interrupts. "Don't say that," he laughs, and he and Ben get busy while everyone watches. It's pretty steamy, I must say, but really it's over the top with the roughness. Ronnie looks confused most of the time, which amuses me -- I'm telling you, the attraction part of this equation has reversed now. Ben feels Ronnie slipping from his grasp and he's doing this to hold on to him. Armchair psychology? Maybe, but all I can say is that I remember being twenty-two.
Ah, Al--so do I.
This is a rant about something no one gives a shit about but me. I'm not writing it down for you anyway; I'm trying out some blog therapy so I don't have to kick someone's ass.
Thursday, March 6, 2008 @ 8:54 pm
The wiring in the kitchen (and incidentally, the living room) is all fucked up. We thought it had something to do with our stove, because we could essentially restore power to all the affected appliances by switching one of the burners on, so we disconnected power from the stove. Turns out that that wasn't the problem.
I brought this to the attention of my dad and told him (yet again) that we should just get the fucking house rewired because the circuitry is archaic. He got angry at me. What the fuck? I'm sorry that I don't like fucking raw, rotten eggs for breakfast, because that's what we'll have if the power to the stove, microwave, and fridge keeps fucking up and we do nothing about it. And the situation's been getting worse over time. What the fuck needs to happen before you finally take some action? Does the TV have to go out? Because I'm telling you, that's what's next, and when that happens, you had better fucking believe that my mom will write a blank fucking check to rewire the house so she can watch her stupid Lifetime movies ("Lifetime: television for idiots") without fear of the power cutting out in the middle of the scene where the new divorcee/unwed teenage mother/date rape victim shoots her stalker ex-boyfriend/reunites with her kidnapped son/finally graduates from college in spite of all the adversity in her life.
And I thought there would be some time to breathe.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008 @ 9:39 pm