And so, inspired by the unplanned outdoor dining experience at a local pizzeria courtesy of an exploding power transformer (see previous entry), time to talk about something important: pizza.

Growing up, I have many fond memories of making pizza at home with my parents and Gauss. We used to make pizza dough from scratch in the rice cookpot, set it ( Read more... )

In the wake of my head shaving, the inevitable kung-fu / Shaolin / Zen monk humor arose. So, well, who am I to fight the inevitable? :-)

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Inspired by lederhosen's recent note, and in the same vein as the older tale of mine Tales of Mad Science: Paddles and Barrels, a story from Grand Rounds here at Wash U ( Read more... )

OMGWTF [ohm-gah whut-fah]


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1. A phrase used to express a co-mingled state of alarm, dismay, and incomprehension regarding a situation which has not just unexpectly crashed, but has unexpectedly crashed, burned, killed Bambi's mother on impact, turned her carcass into ground meat, and then given the people who ate that meat ( Read more... )

My entries have been fairly serious recently, but there are a few lighter moments on service ( Read more... )

In some places, the dress code for resident physicians has been dramatically loosened from the stiffness of yesteryear. In more liberal parts of the country, male residents no longer even routinely wear ties or white coats, following the more relaxed leads of scientists, engineers, and sysadmins ( Read more... )

• Apparently, it is no longer recommended to try pressing on the eyeballs to try to slow down a speeding heart. (Ouch.)
  
  
• Intra-cardiac injection of resuscitation medications is no longer recommended. (I.e., the Vincent Vega Maneuver from Pulp Fiction? Yeah, not recommended.)
  
  
• When whipping out the shock paddles on a patient with cardiac arrest, ( Read more... )

Part III of Commencement


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She was dressed professionally, in ivory blouse and tan business slacks and sensible heels. She could have been your elementary school principal, or a consultant for a Big-5 firm, or, with a white coat, one of the medical center faculty. It was a little unusual, as most of the parents who came to U. Michigan were dressed in t-shirts and jeans, not ( Read more... )

U. Michigan Medical Center is a pretty big place (as related in the silly tale Giovanna Storms the Castle). Which means, as a medical student, a routine need to hike from point A to point B and back again. Longish hikes, in which I have a habit of quietly whistling ( Read more... )