Day in, day out. The flood continues. And the bile rises. The cover of magazines, newspapers, news programs, the front page of the internet (depending on what your home page is), and even dedicated television programs. Celebrity news. We can't seem to get away from it. Our obsession with celebrities continues to increase, seemingly exponentially, while the collective cultural IQ plummets. I for one am getting downright sick of it. While there are still real works of art out th...

SPOILER ALERT!! Episode plot points will be discussed in the following article. If you don't want to know, read no further. Some ups, some downs. But on the whole I enjoyed this week's episode. For the first time in a while I actually laughed out loud at some of the scenes. It was a welcome break to the pall of doom that hung over most of the episodes last season. Syd and Marshall enter a bank in the Bahamas, passing Vaughn arguing with a bad accent (was he French, British, con...

I want a muse. I am starting to feel left out. The only muse I know about I give out to patients Link and I don't think that is what folks are talking about. Folks I know here have one. Some have lost their muses, others have wandering muses. Some muses get shoves in certain directions. But there is this constant theme. Muse. I don't have one. At least, the last time I checked I didn't. My random thoughts are hardly coherent enough to be inspired by a muse. Perhaps I just hav...

Yes, I am that hard up for things to write. So I am just writing this to simply say that I haven't had a chance to watch Alias from last night. We had some training for our Therapeutic Foster parent program and I had to record it. I hope to watch it tonight, but only time will tell. Man, I am pathetic.

I am a medical student. I am well aware of that fact. I am about half way through my third year. I realize and understand I have not graduated from medical school, do not yet have the initials MD after my name, and am in no position of authority or power. So stop trying to put me in my place. I know where my place is, thank you very much. I do not need someone to remind me. Believe it or not, you don't get into med school without the ability to remember fairly simple, basic facts. ...

This is a counter to my previous whine session, of which I am still a little embarrassed. Life is hard. Work sucks. Nothing is fair. I'm tired. Wah, wah, wah. We all have felt the above at some point. It may be we are feeling that way right now. I know I am. But wallowing never lifted one up. The more you move around in the muck, the more entrenched in it you become. Sometimes there is only one answer, one solution. Tried and true, I have found it never fails. Lose your...

What is your Cyborg name? Here is mine: I like it.

Some days. Some days I love what I am doing. Some days I am convinced it is the best thing for me to do, that it is the right path. Some days I am truly excited about the future. Some days I wonder why I made such an idiotic decision. Some days I wish I had made some course corrections along the way. Some days I just want to be part of the standard, blue-collar working class. Some days this just sucks. Every day I pay out my nose (or other orifice if you prefer) to work for othe...

*SPOILER ALERT* I will be mentioning plot points from last night's episode of Alias. If you don't wish to know, do not ready any further! A door opens. Sydney struts out, platinum blond hair, white nightie, high heels. I turned to my wife and simply said "Oh, you know she is going to kick someone's butt." And she did. In the first few minutes she seduces, steals, slams, kicks, hits, flips and hangs from a speeding train over a huge chasm. Yep, sounds like an average day for ...

I am a total Alias junkie. I think it is quite simply one of the most interesting and best done shows on TV. That it never seemed to garner the public respect and attention it should have (just about every TV critic agrees that more folks ought to be watching it) befuddled me. I place a lot of blame on ABC for stupid scheduling. The Wonderful World of Disney just doesn't seem like an appropriate lead in for an action-packed spy thriller. But what do I know. I think that Lost will be a...

My wife and I firmly believe that there is a higher power and that He is intimately aware of our lives, our circumstances, and our capabilities. We also believe that as we draw close to Him through prayer and our actions that He can inspire us and help provide guidance in our lives. On more occasions than I can count I have had feelings and thoughts that came unbidden, yet that have changed my life in amazing ways. Some may simply write them off as creations of my own deranged mind. They ...

. . .And no one came? In our case, you have fun anyway. Last year we had quite a few friends over to our apartment to celebrate the arrival of the new year. Some came with their little ones, many left them home. We played games, ate treats, chatted, and generally had a great time. So this year we thought to repeat the feat. We invited some friends who live a couple hours away (they were planning on spending the night), some other friends who were still in town, and made sure we had ...

It may be a combination of things going on at home, at work, and here at JU, but I simply cannot take anymore of this filth. Perhaps I am being too sensitive, perhaps I am judging harshly, and perhaps I am in the wrong. But there are some folks here I need to distance myself from, at least for a time, while the tidal wave of rancor passes. I respect you enough to let you know that I may be scarce to read or comment where I would have done in the past. I don't want my silence to be misco...

The build up until Christmas morning with little children is a pressure cooker. The heat, the intensity, the excitement build and build, every day, every minute, every second. And then in the *POP* of the lid the pressure is released and we sigh collectively. The presents are unwrapped, the new discoveries are strewn across the floor and the sounds of excitement slowly fade away, often buried beneath the cacophony of the new toys, movies, and music. Yet the memories remain. And there...

I just wanted to take a moment to wish all here at JU a very Merry Christmas (if you celebrate it), a happy holiday season, and a general sense of well wishes for all here. I have "met" some amazing people here, have formed some new e-friendships for which I am grateful, and have had my life generally enriched by those here and what they share with us. In particular I would like to thank those with whom I have connected perhaps a bit more, some of my favorite bloggers (in no particular ...