Thursday, October 31, 2013

Who Knows?

Have you ever felt trapped on one side of a feeling?

I'm getting impatient again.  I do this a lot.  I feel like there's a big thing ahead of me, an obstacle, something that I can't--but need to--get past.  But I don't want to get past it--I just want to be past it.  I want to fast-forward and skip ahead to the time where it's over and I'm better, or new, or different in some way.

I'm going to New York City this weekend.  I've never been before, so I'm a little nervous.  This isn't a kind of thing that I do, just hop on a bus and go to some strange city with some guy I barely know.*  But I'm excited, almost to the sense of urgency and impatience, not to go, but to come back a different person.  Someone wild, uninhibited, full of perspective, experienced...

Someone brave.

I've been using West Side Story as a soundtrack to this feeling of anticipation.  I don't think the lyrics necessarily fit my feelings perfectly, but the music is stirring my desire for change, my desire to let go of the parts of myself that I no longer need or want, and to return as the person I want to become.

Mock me for using the "Glee" version if you like, but this one has more energy than the film version.  
And Darren Criss is just so cute.

*Okay, it's not actually some guy I barely know.  It's actually someone I know quite well and would trust completely to protect me against scary New York pigeons and well-choreographed street gangs.  But "some guy I barely know" just sounds cooler and like I'm doing something much more dramatically uninhibited.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Equivalent of Three Facebook Statuses

I saw this guy at school wearing the most amazing sweater.  It was borderline Cosby, it was so wonderful.  He was standing pretty far down the hall and I remarked to my classmate, "I want to marry that guy, just for his sweater."  I'm 90% sure he heard me.  Then I had to walk toward him past where he was standing to get to the changing room.  I avoided eye contact for all but a brief moment to see if he was cute from the front (he was).  At least I also looked cute today.  I feel that guys will respond better to a cute-looking stranger who wants to marry them than they would to a crazy-looking one.

We were dissecting the scalp today in lab and the prosector chastised me for dissecting lateral to the mastoid process.  On second thought, I called her back and was like, "where did you say the mastoid process was?"  She pointed to something on the occipital bone.  I was like, "no...that's not the mastoid process," and she was like, "yes it is," and I was like, "no, because it's on the occipital bone, and the mastoid process is on the temporal."  So she called another prosector over who also agreed that it wasn't the mastoid process but they didn't know what it was, and I was like, "probably an osteoma," but of course they didn't believe me so they called a professor over and he was like, "it's an osteoma."

People be tryin' to tell me what a mastoid process is.  I own the mastoid process.
(Also, I looked at way too many "throwing shade" gifs in order to find this image, and I don't even like it that much, but the other ones all use the b-word.)
I went to the gym today and a girl at the gym was giving out free Apples to Apples games, and I got the last one.  What luck!  Apples to Apples is even one of the games I find tolerable.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Alt-Service Sunday: All Saints Parish, Brookline, MA

Today, in lieu of Stake Conference, I went to an Anglican service at the All Saints Parish in Brookline.  Here were my observations:

  • Anglicans seem to be a lot more organized than Mormons.  The service just kind of started and everyone seemed to know what they were doing.  There was also this part when they interrupt the service so that all the members can go around saying "peace" to each other.  They could never stop a Mormon sacrament meeting for mingling.  It would be like setting loose a jar full of butterflies and expecting them to all come back again in a reasonable amount of time.
  • The music was beautiful.  I think this particular church was famous for its choir, but still, gorgeous.  The congregational singing was great, too.  The hymnal had over 600 hymns (the LDS hymnal has just shy of 325, for reference).  There was also this Gloria Introit that the choir and congregation sang together, and it was one of the coolest musical experiences that I've had in a very long time.
  • There was a lot of standing and sitting and audience participation (call-and-response-type things).  Thankfully it was all outlined in the program.
  • Women were in charge!  I guess they're between rectors at the moment, but the Intercessor and Celebrant were both women, and a woman gave the sermon. 
  • The sermon was about gratitude.  It was very nice.  The speaker made a very interesting point about the distinction between gratitude and indebtedness, in that indebtedness makes us feel that we should withdraw from the giver, while gratitude makes us want to become closer to the giver.  There was also an emphasis on giving offerings to the church, and how offerings are a symbol of commitment.  
  • There was one part called the Confession and the Absolution, where the congregation recited a prayer asking forgiveness for sins.  I actually really liked that part, because a lot of times as Mormons, unless we commit some major sin, the repentance process is pretty private.  And while the Anglican recitation is fairly generic, it's kind of an opportunity to take stock of things and think, hmm...maybe I haven't shown as much love for God and my neighbors as I should have this week.  
All in all, I liked it.  It was very different from an LDS Sacrament meeting, so there were obviously things that seemed weird, but I definitely learned some good things.  Also, people seemed very friendly and the building was beautiful.  

A New Tradition

I'm a Mormon.  I love being a Mormon and I'm always going to be a Mormon.  However, here's the problem with a lot of Mormons:  they're really into missionary work.  This isn't inherently a bad thing; if Mormons really believe they have the best stuff, why not share it?  The problem is that Mormons just kind of expect everyone to drop everything and come learn about the Mormon church, but Mormons aren't expected to even try to learn about the faiths of those whom they're trying to convert.

I want to change this.  I want to shed this insular reputation that Mormons have in regard to other faiths.

So I'm starting a new tradition:  Alt-Service Sunday!

Today is Stake Conference in my church (basically a gathering of all the smaller congregations to have one big meeting), and, for various reasons that don't really fit in this particular blog post, I don't really want to go.  And Stake Conference isn't like "real" church because there's no Sacrament* and that's really the only reason you're supposed to have church anyway.**  So I'm going to skip Stake Conference (and maybe all future Stake Conferences) to go to a non-LDS service.  I did this once in Honolulu when I hated my singles' branch and went to a Unitarian service for Easter and it was amazing, and people were so nice!  Boston has no shortage of diverse and interesting churches, and I'd like to see what they're like.***

I'm hoping to gain the following things from this tradition:
  • Learn about the teachings of other religions.
  • Find similarities between the teachings of other religions and mine.
  • Strengthen my testimony of the Gospel of Christ by adding depth to it.
  • Get involved in the community by meeting people outside of the Mormon Microcosm.
Even though Stake Conference is only twice a year, I'd like to do this more than twice a year.  This won't be too difficult because 1) other churches don't have three-hour-long services (ugh...Mormons), 2) other churches have Saturday services!  Anyone reading this (who lives in Boston, of course) is welcome to join me, or suggest places I should visit.  I also plan to blog about what I learned at each service, so stay tuned.

*Sacrament:  the Mormon term for Eucharist, Communion, etc.
**This is probably debatable, and probably going to get me yelled at by people who really enjoy all three hours of church, but I'm going to stand firm that Sacrament is the most important part of church.
***Not to mention a lot of them are in really awesome and beautiful old buildings, which is also kind of a secondary reason that I'm doing this.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Anatomical Nomenclature

People name anatomical features after themselves all the time, so why not name people after anatomical features?  Should I marry an anatomist who will permit me to do so, here are the anatomical names I would give to our children.

Boys' names:
  • Olecranon (This is my favorite of all names.  I might actually give my son this middle name.)
  • Peroneus (His grandson could be named Peroneus tertius!)
  • Anconeus
  • Hallux
  • Talus
  • Soleus
Girls' names:
  • Calyx
  • Piriformis ("Piri" for short.)
  • Carina
  • Trigone
  • Amygdala
  • Nephron*
These are the only acceptable ones I can think of at the moment.  There are names that I wouldn't ever give any child, no matter how ugly it was, like "Salpinx," "Urethra," "Ulna," "Uvula," "Fornix," or "Epididymis."

*Also an abbreviation for the late Nora Ephron, may she rest in peace.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

P is for Pelvis

We're doing the TAP section of Anatomy right now.  For those not in the know, TAP means "Thorax, Abdomen, and Pelvis," which includes the reproductive organs.  And of course, since we're a room full of adults who are going to be health professionals, we all handle these lectures with utmost maturity.

We had a lecture about endometriosis and menstrual cramps and how the ovaries grow to be twice their size during ovulation and the ladies are like,

But then we talk about erectile dysfunction and then the men are all like,

Because normally they're all,

But then we dissect, and everyone is like,

Tuesday, October 15, 2013


10:00 am in the library
All is silent and still without
But within, there is rebellion
My stomach, unfulfilled by 6:00 am oatmeal
Cries out against the silence
Singing the song of the hungry for all to hear
The sound echoes across the rugae
And through my relatively thin abdominal wall
Unsoftened by Camper's fascia
It screams all the way to Baltimore
Begging Laura's stomach to join in the chorus

Monday, October 14, 2013

My Life as of Late, in "Buffy" Quotes

I've been spending a lot of time in the anatomy lab.
Spike:  Why don't you rip her lungs out?  That might make an impression
Angel:  Lacks... poetry.
Spike:  Doesn't have to.  What rhymes with "lungs?"
My birthday is coming up.
Buffy:  Maybe it's time to start a new tradition:  birthdays without boyfriends.  It can be just as fun.
Willow:  Preachin' to the choir, here, baby. 
Sometimes I feel like I'm the villain in the story.
Spike:  And you're what?  Shocked and disappointed?  I'm evil! 
And finally...

How I feel that (cough--Mormon--cough) society views my quest for a PhD despite my waning fertility:

Anya might be my favorite.