Totally one of those madly productive but exhausting days; I spent the morning booking it towards the farm to accompany my dad to a doctor’s appointment, then had Mexican buffet with mom and thespian Julio, which, yet another person I won’t have time to get to know, raced south to sit at Spyhouse for six billion years until my feet went numb, walked a block for banh mi, then co-attended a coding party. So tired, still hovering at mid-level panic. Also need to keep studying:

Northern Crown (Corona Borealis) is small bug graceful; Gemma is super bright, and if you can spot Arcturus — which you will, it’s the seat of the Herdsman in the west at around 10:30 PM — then you can spot her too. Bear’s nose also points to her. Altair is easy to spot in the east, which forced me to trace Aquila, the Eagle. Altair, Vega, and Deneb all form a right triangle, known to all navigators. 

Also spotted the Arrow (Sagitta), pretty cute and in close vicinity; Dolphin (Delphinus) was also nearby.

Learned so much shit in the last two days, but it makes me so tense! Vanes on a feather and declination as a degree from the celestial equator, etc. So much good stuff, all packed into the back of my neck.

dude, Mika. so salty, so perfect.

inner—utopia:

Bless that one person in every group that is like “keep going, I’m listening” and encourages you to finish your story even when everyone else is talking over you.

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drunkepiphanies:

yxxck:

florderst:

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

I don’t care if people unfollow this is spectacular

This post just fucked me up literally

Two weeks into this new gig and I’ve finally reached my most dreaded chapter to teach: Neuro biological perspective of behavior. There’s a reason I avoided going into med school. Alas, it’s come to torment me anyway. Let’s see let’s see how I can deliver the importance of gross anatomy to the youth of today.

drunkepiphanies whyyy are we not comparing teaching notes \o/ I’m TAing “Race and Ethnicity” this fall, help me. 

07.29.14 @ 08:35535774

drunkepiphanies:

yxxck:

florderst:

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

I don’t care if people unfollow this is spectacular

This post just fucked me up literally

Two weeks into this new gig and I’ve finally reached my most dreaded chapter to teach: Neuro biological perspective of behavior. There’s a reason I avoided going into med school. Alas, it’s come to torment me anyway. Let’s see let’s see how I can deliver the importance of gross anatomy to the youth of today.

drunkepiphanies whyyy are we not comparing teaching notes \o/ I’m TAing “Race and Ethnicity” this fall, help me. 

~   Jeanette Winterson, on invention. (via sallyfranson)

HOW MUCH SCRAMBLE DID YOU THINK PJ HAD TO COMMIT IN ORDER TO RELEASE THIS TODAY, like I love how they always screech it in at like t-minus 4 seconds

Sometimes I find myself in some air-conditioned cafe, mason jar of iced coffee at my elbow, picking through this mustardy, quinoa and garbanzo bean salad with a fork, semi-squinting at my notebook and Macbook with a stuttered head shuffle, the back of my legs clammy from the air vents on the floor, and then this conversation of cold press and local gossip wafts towards me from the direction of the service counter, and something in my gut just twists, cartwheels out of my mouth, like, holy shit, they think I’m one of them. I’m one of them. It’s really hard to describe the nausea that accompanies this feeling, because it’s not like, oh, I would rather be misaligned with the general white populace than accepted and respected. But it’s about losing something; it’s always about losing something. Like a violation. I don’t know, maybe the next generation won’t have anything left to lose.

The feeling is so hard to capture, but I genuinely freaked the fuck out for a second. I’m not white, but society, myself included, likes to pretend I am. What the actual hell?

~    Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via katamarang)

HAROLD / JESSE VISSER

via THE EXQUISITE blog…

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