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Big, fat, juicy pile of mistakes | Tableau Blanc
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The permanence of meaning after the words have faded. Big, fat, juicy pile of mistakes. I know that to be the truth and yet, I can’t shake the anger, the frustration, and the desire to continue to self-flagellate. Fanning the flame of misery can be strangely addictive. I need to go for a very long run tomorrow and build up some lactic acid instead. Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Of Predators and Prey.
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Not an intern anymore | Tableau Blanc
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The permanence of meaning after the words have faded. Not an intern anymore. In the past few weeks, I’ve started to notice a change. It has taken long enough, and is probably overdue, but it’s finally starting to happen. I’m gaining a little confidence, and with it, more initiative. I want to do things. I want to branch out. I want to teach. I want to get involved. I can have fun. I wish I’d felt like this a year ago. Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
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Soul Alive | Tableau Blanc
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The permanence of meaning after the words have faded. I’ll have to address that fear at some point; maybe when my next week of vacation rolls around. Until then, you’ll find me charting. I trust my soul to stay alive till then. Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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The permanence of meaning after the words have faded. Giddiness and disinhibition increase with staying up overnight. Had I been awake for one more hour, I would have actually said it. Go so far,with so far yet to go. Although really, I should be giving thanks every day–but I don’t, because I forget to take the time to. So here it is, as usual inadequate to elucidate my thoughts but completely necessary:. Thank you for another great year, full of learning, friendships, hardships, and personal growth.
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Slept in | Tableau Blanc
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The permanence of meaning after the words have faded. I am going on my 43rd hour since leaving Hell (which is what I will affectionately call it) in the hospital and I’ve spent 60% of that time (26 hours in the past 2 days) sleeping, if that gives you any indication of the sleep debt I am attempting to repay. I also had a meal before 5pm, which has been rare. To propel me along for the past nine days. The Emperor of All Maladies. After re-connecting with those who have made my fellowship interview trail ...
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Delegation frustration | Tableau Blanc
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The permanence of meaning after the words have faded. You would think that I had remedied this by my second year of residency; or at least I would think so. That’s mostly why I’m so frustrated. Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). The other side of “news”. Not an intern anymore. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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What's past is prologue: Babies? No thanks
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What's past is prologue. Antonio, "The Tempest". What has already happened merely sets the stage for the greatness that is to come. No, not really. Sunday, January 25, 2009. No, I didn't. That's life with a kid in a nutshell. Don't judge me. I probably going to eat my words in ten years right? Such VENOM. just wait. January 29, 2009 at 11:48 PM. Although. you do have stuffies. January 29, 2009 at 11:49 PM. February 12, 2009 at 2:56 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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What's past is prologue: December 2008
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What's past is prologue. Antonio, "The Tempest". What has already happened merely sets the stage for the greatness that is to come. If music be the food of love play on. Wednesday, December 24, 2008. When my parents picked me up from the airport on Saturday night, my mom saw me and said "YOU'RE SO SKINNY! DID YOU GET SICK AND LOSE A LOT OF WEIGHT? WHY ARE YOU SO THIN? WE HAVE TO FATTEN YOU UP THIS BREAK! Links to this post. Friday, December 19, 2008. Links to this post. Tuesday, December 16, 2008. I subm...
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What's past is prologue: Weight loss
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What's past is prologue. Antonio, "The Tempest". What has already happened merely sets the stage for the greatness that is to come. If music be the food of love play on. Wednesday, December 24, 2008. When my parents picked me up from the airport on Saturday night, my mom saw me and said "YOU'RE SO SKINNY! DID YOU GET SICK AND LOSE A LOT OF WEIGHT? WHY ARE YOU SO THIN? WE HAVE TO FATTEN YOU UP THIS BREAK! Mama told me i gained wt. January 2, 2009 at 1:21 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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