Some things need no explanation:

a chinese speaking medical intern

So I found out yesterday that the hospital I'm working at this summer not only thinks I speak Chinese fluently, but also thinks I'm going to be a medical intern this summer doing rounds, shadowing doctors and assisting on surgeries. At least it will be an interesting experience...

Maria's Song

"The dancers are presenting the purest form of art imaginable: art simply and truly for the sake of art...They managed to punch right through my cynicism and show me that good things are still out there and there are good people in the world...In a small way, I have a deeper understanding of what it is to be human because of the actions of 200 fellow humans in a train station in Belgium."

I couldn't agree more. I love people. This is wonderful.

not so secret

You know the thing about a secret blog? It's supposed to be secret. So what happens when it's discovered? If I disappear for a while, I may actually have locked myself in a cave...

so when did this happen?

When I signed on to this whole dating thing, I wasn't expecting it to suck so much when it ended. Life kind of sucks some times. I wish I could disappear into a cave. Just for a while. 

It's time to bow out, Limbaugh

There are few people that make me physically ill when I see them or hear them speak. But Rush Limbaugh has won this place in my heart time and time again. From his parody song, "Barack, the magic Negro" to his disgusting speech at the Conservative Political Action Conference last weekend. I'm a registered Democrat, but have very little malice for the Republican party. Ideologically I place myself in the libertarian range of the spectrum, but until the Republican party stops vetting such men as Rush Limbaugh, Bill O'Reilly, and Sarah Palin, I can't vote for their candidates. 

I'm going to go watch Mulan II and stop thinking about that disgusting, sweaty man. 

Gail Collins=my hero

"Accepting eternal damnation in return for a career as a state senator was a little like swapping your house for a pair of socks."

"Years ago, when I was a reporter, I remember getting a call from a woman in the Bronx who was screaming: “They’re over on Moshulu Parkway planting dead trees!” Sure enough, a city work crew was digging holes along the side of the street and carefully sticking in brown and dried-up pieces of foliage. The men claimed the trees had simply lost their leaves for the winter — an explanation somewhat undermined by the fact that they were evergreens."

Read her articles: Thursdays and Saturdays. nyt.com. You won't regret it.