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Name: Tae
Gender: Male
Interests: Reading, writing, music, failing miserably at vegetarianism, SKATEBOARDING
Expertise: Emergency, International
Occupation: Medical
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
10/14/2003
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| Went to church.
Bible study.
Lunch. Pho.
Shopped for a sweater for the wife.
Home.
Knitted.
Watched "Pineapple Express" with the wife for the second time, while knitting.
Dinner.
Played "Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2".
You know, it sounds weirder when you actually spell it out like that than when you're actually doing it... | | |
| It's been so long since I've blogged, and even longer since I'd blogged on Xanga, you old and trusted friend. I've discovered that part of the issue is the question of access: which of my friends, coworkers, acquaintances, random strangers, etc., should I allow in to what realm? I have been booking my face to both friends and coworkers, not that they are mutually exclusive, but there are entries in Xanga that I would rather they didn't read. When I comment on the facebook I do so knowing that I might have to look someone at work in the eye the next day. I guess the world of social networking is less net and more work sometimes.
Well, one thing I have no problem letting everyone know is that I received a knitting kit today (thank you, Sam!) and bought my first spool (ball? skein?) of yarn as well, and am ready to start to think about beginning to contemplate an initial foray in to what I hope will be a hobby that'll keep my restless but nimble fingers occupied.
And, because I've run out of things to say tonight, a run-down of the books on my bedside tables tonight - not that I'm actively reading them all, but they're just here:
Various translations of the Christian Bible.
Max Brooks, "The Zombie Survival Guide"
Meghann Marco, "Field Guide to the Apocalypse"
Cameron Tuttle, "The Paranoid's Pocket Guide"
Max Brooks, "World War Z"
(I'm beginning to detect a rather distressing pattern here.)
Stanley Hauerwas, "God, Medicine, and Suffering"
Max Brooks, "The Zombie Survival Guide - Recorded Attacks" (another one!?)
Immanuel Kant, "Critique of Pure Reason"
Aristotle, "Nicomachean Ethics"
James Torrance, "Worship, Community and the Triune God of Grace"
Soren Kierkegaard, "Either/Or"
Robert Pirsig, "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"
Kim Paffenroth, "Dying to Live - Life Sentence"
John Kennedy Toole, "A Confederacy of Dunces"
Martin Luther King, Jr., "Strength to Love"
John Updike, "In the Beauty of the Lilies"
John Joseph Adams (ed.), "Wastelands - Stories of the Apocalypse" (really?)
Marcel Proust, "Swann's Way"
Steve Toltz, "A Fraction of the Whole"
Robert Veach (ed.), "The Basics of Bioethics"
Jonathan Gold, "Counter Intelligence"
Steve Lopez, "The Soloist"
Marilynne Robinson, "Housekeeping"
I'm need more bookshelves... | | |
| My brother's girlfriend had a terrific idea: why don't we start a medical literary blog? One that does not suck?
Any ideas for a title that does not suck?
Also, I'm thinking about taking up a hobby: knitting. I realize that I'm a dude, but I tend to fidget quite a bit, so I might as well put that energy to some use, no? It's a bit weird - I have tabs open on my browser, one on a how-to-knit site, and one for a gun store.
Maybe I can knit myself a holster. | | |
| Don't worry, Xanga - I haven't forgotten about you, I'm just blogging elsewhere for a little while to protect you from strangers. And people at work. Who can be pretty strange. | | |
| I'm going Web 2.0 crazy!
I am no technophobe, by no means, but I am totally capricious in what sorts of tech I'll dive in to and what I won't. In terms of communications technology, my family has been the motive force behind my forays into it: my brother had a beeper in high school (that was during my Luddite phase) and then worked at a cell phone store before they really started taking off in 2000, and my sister persuaded me to use e-mail in college (back when they still had Unix terminals on campus), and then got me on Xanga when she started posting photos of her newborn baby girl in 2003.
But since then, I've been a rather reluctant, foot-dragging convert to all of the social networking craziness that's followed. A friend convinced me to use Friendster so she could embiggen her circle of... friendsters? I signed up for Myspace when its music applications really took off, but haven't been on it much at all. I had resisted Facebook until my wife forced me to join earlier this year in order to see pictures of her niece and nephew, and even then logged on infrequently, and rarely posted any comments (I'm still puzzled by the entire "poking" thing that happened - what exactly does that mean?). And even though I'd read stories about kidnapping victims who've twittered their locations to rescue, I didn't think anyone would want to know, in excruciating, minute by minute detail what I'm doing during the day - I wanted my posts to mean something, and the short form wouldn't allow for any depth of thought. So far, I've been happy expressing myself through maximally verbose posts on this little Xanga backwater, contented to have it read by the few people who still use the site.
Until now.
Getting ready for this trip to Palestine, I decided that I'd make it a public, political sort of an act, to keep my family, friends and coworkers updated on what I'm seeing, hearing, thinking, feeling, so parts of the world becomes humanized and neighborly. So I started posting my own frequent status updates of Facebook, opened a Twitter account and started twatting. The faculty in our department at work started a social network ring today on something called Wiggio, so I joined that and started posting there, too. Following joshuy's example I decided to start a blogspot site so I could post in longer form in a way that I'd feel comfortable having my coworkers read (fewer f-bombs). I've even activated the mobile update options on any of the accounts that had them so I could text message updates from my cell phone (if, say, I've been kidnapped and the kidnappers are too dumb to take my cell away from me). In internet exposure terms, I've gone from zero to Perez Hilton in the space of a week!
Perez Hilton... well, I guess at least the pressure of having to say something profound is off now. | | |
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