Metropolis Musings


November 21, 2009
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Again, I’m sorry for the delinquency of posts.  Just been a busy girl!  I have some funny episodes to share at greater lengths when I find the time to careful craft their stories into print.  In the meantime, here’s another quickie.

My father bought me a bag of M&Ms and sent it my way.  It is one of those fill-up-yourself kind of bags from an M&M store (isn’t this a wonderful where those exist?).  He filled it with 3 tiers of different colors.  Here’s what you should not do, should you receive a bag like this yourself:


Do not leave the bag untwist tied for easier access.

Do not then leave the bag on the counter for even quicker satisfaction.

Do not walk back and forth to the kitchen, knowing they are waiting there on the counter for you.

Do not sit down and eat the bag like popcorn.

Do not eat by the handfuls, if you must eat that many, eat slowly.

Do not try to eat your way to the next tier of colors.

And probably most important:

Do not write about M&Ms, only furthering your craving for them.


Please heed these warnings, or suffer several pounds gained and an awful tummy ache.



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A+ Presentation

October 16, 2009
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Ok, ok, ok.  I’m sorry.  Apparently grad school entails me to do a fair amount of work, and I shirked my blogging duties.

Well here’s a quickie to make up for it immediately. We had a conference the other day and the presenter, who is one of the world’s foremost authorities on injury in the workplace, did a power point presentation.  Some power point can be very dry, just fact after fact.  I’ve never actually seen one of my father’s power points but I imagine he entertains like this guy did.  One of my dad’s favorite pastimes is taking pictures of odd signs to include in his slide show.  He is so well known for this, my friends will actually return from their travels and say “I took a picture of this cool sign for your dad.”  So boring his presentations are probably not.  Well, Dad, have you ever included YouTube clips?

So here this guy is presenting on workplace injuries and biopsychosocial affects that they have.  He said, “here’s a clip from some of our research.”  And he pressed play.  I like to think I was the only one in that room who truly appreciated this clip.  It aired on TV once, during the Superbowl several years ago during the .com era.  And in those original 60 seconds of air time, I knew I had found my favorite commercial.  So when this presenter snuck this in just for yucks, I had a smile ear to ear.  There was no explanation after.  Just applause for a presentation well done.  Enjoy.

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September 30, 2009
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You can argue about religion all you want, but that Darwin was a smart guy!  I was so close to watching natural selection first hand today.  Now I grew up in Boston, jaywalking is not foreign to me, but I calculate my moves.  Sure, I’ll walk across the street when it says don’t walk, but only because I have looked both ways (thanks parents).  Every now and then I may even push the limits and need to put some spring in my step, but I don’t actively chose to put myself in front of a moving vehicle.

As I was walking home from class earlier I found myself stopped at an intersection.  Generally I like to keep moving, so I cross the street in the direction that has the walk or I keep going up another block, but in this case, I really just needed to wait my turn.  While I was waiting, two delinquents (and yes, they earned their title) came jogging up next to me and proceeded to yell, “FROGGER!” before running out into moving traffic.  Frogger, to those of you unfamiliar, is an arcade turned computer game where you guide poor excuses for frogs (hey, it was the 80s, graphics have come a long way) across a road, dodging cars and trying not to get killed.  Well, I at least give them points for being comical.

So sure enough, they set out into moving traffic, stopping car after car.  And by “car” I mean cab, and cabs don’t like obstructions.  If I were one of the cabs, the only thing that would keep me from teaching them a lesson would be the insurance nightmare that would inevitably ensue.  But alas, yet another opportunity to rid our society of the bottom rung snatched from the jaws of defeat.  Let’s just pray they don’t breed.

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Worst nightmare

September 28, 2009
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Everyone has different fears and it sure is easy to scoff at one’s fear you may not share.  So I want you to think of what scares you the most, got it?  Well that’s what I experienced today.  Are you shaking in your boots?  Are you on the verge of a breakdown?  Is your heart racing as you stave off the anxiety?

I went to my first doctor appointment at my student health center today.  (Come on people, if it just crossed your mind that I would have that kind of anxiety over a doctor appointment you clearly don’t know me.)  Nay, the appointment was fine.  Well, on second thought, you do have to wonder what respectable doctor works out of a student health center.  She had me pronounce and explain a handful of my disorders, inspires confidence.  This is neither here nor there, I was not going for medical advice, I was just using her.

Apparently in the great borough of Manhattan one needs referrals for specialty appointments.  Since those are essentially the only doctors I see, and see them I do, I needed to get my hands on some of those referrals!  So I meet with this doctor and she clicks away at her computer screen till she has entered in all my necessary specialists.  Since I waived the student health insurance and opted to keep my Blue Cross of CA, she directed me down to Billing & Insurance to talk with a gal regarding my referrals and who I can see.

So downstairs I go a-skipping, disturbingly excited to get back on my doctor wagon.  When I finally talk with my new friend in insurance she looks at my card which reads that my insurance is only valid for emergencies when used outside of California.  Well, I’m minorly concerned, but I know I’ve used it in Massachusetts countless times and there has never been an issue.  She amiably says, “let’s find out” and proceeds to call my insurance.

All I can say is, wow.  I hate dealing with insurance companies and medical bills and to watch someone do this as their job, well a piece of me died inside for this poor lady.  Horrible.  After she was given the run around and transferred from one unhelpful person to the next, she finally got her answer.

(Cue the utter fear and anxiety…)

I am not insured outside of California except for emergencies.

WHAT?!  How could this happen?  She said they probably just changed my policy.  Well I could not dial my father fast enough as I walked out of the office wanting to cry and yell all at once.  This of course all came to a surprise to my father as well, who had done extensive research regarding my insurance leading up to my matriculation.

Several phone calls later between insurance companies, my father and the student health center, we cleared up the confusion.  Congratulations, me.  I have health insurance.

Trivial as this may be to some, it turned my world upside down for an hour.  I couldn’t even bring myself to tell my mother for the certain panic that she would experience.  I stay out of the political health care debate, but for people like me to be uninsured, to say it’s a nightmare is an understatement.  Because once it begins, you’ll never wake up out of it.

So that was the terror that was my day.  And in the spirit of this, I would like to share some phobias with you:

Aeronausiphobia – Fear of vomiting secondary to airsickness.

Albuminurophobia – Fear of kidney disease.

Arachibutyrophobia – Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.

Bolshephobia – Fear of Bulsheviks.

Defecaloesiphobia – Fear of painful bowels movements.

Dextrophobia – Fear of objects at the right side of the body.

Lutraphobia – Fear of otters.

Paraskavedekatriaphobia – Fear of Friday the 13th. (Try to say that one!!!)

Symbolophobia – Fear of symbolism.

And I shall add my own…

Uninsuraphobia-fear of being uninsured.

I will not judge your phobia, don’t judge mine.

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Mouse disorders

September 25, 2009
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So my mouse friend is still here.  I see him every now and then just working out on my roommate’s bike.  He just runs up and down the frame of the bike, it’s really quite cute, or so I thought.  After further consideration, I’m a bit concerned.  Do mice know the scientific benefits of exercise?  Despite the integral role they play in research, I don’t think those tiny little brains process that.  So I’m going with vanity.  This little mouse has body dysmorphia.  And what’s worse, he has never got into our food before, though there’s plenty of rice, cereal, oatmeal, good stuff for little mousies.  Well this morning as I was getting my cereal, I noticed he got into a bag of Dove chocolate and had taken a piece out.  Now, who am I to judge a chocolate lover, but I’m just a bit concerned that it’s all I’ve seen him eat.  And then he’s back running laps on the bike frame, a bit distressing.  If this continues I’ll have to stage an intervention.

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Around town

September 23, 2009
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Let’s do a photo blog today, shall we?  Random pictures from around the city.


I knew there was something going on in those subways.


What this photo doesn't depict are the gold plated headphones he's adorned with. I bet music sounds sweeter through those puppies.


Even pigeons need shelter from the elements.


An outside screening of The Wiz was preempted by a MJ montage.


Air pollution?


This is inside a secret bathroom, you have to push that green button on the right for the door to slide open.


"Oh, look! My favorite New York pizza place. I'm going to go get me a New York slice!" ~Michael Scott

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Single Babies

September 22, 2009
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I’ll take my meds

September 22, 2009
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A mother’s nagging is a powerful thing, but after some time, you just stop processing it.  I think this is important, for if we behoove the advice right away, then how would we ever make mistakes and be able to say “Moms are always right”?

Well, today was one of those days.  I was back in Boston this past weekend and my mother kept saying “Take your Enbrel (my arthritis injection)”.  I was sure my plan was better, for a plethora of reasons, I wanted to wait to restart it (after a summer off with the whole brain tumor) until I found a rheumatologist in NYC who would advise me of their ideal treatment plan so as not to keep starting and stopping with these powerful drugs.

I still think I may be onto something, but today’s lecture in my Physical Biomechanics class exhorted me otherwise.  Today’s lecture was on cartilage, though I won’t bore you with the complex mechanisms that govern it, as many of them still are unknown.  In my own life, I can be told my cartilage is breaking down which has deletrious effects on my joints, blah blah blah, but what is it they say?  A picture is worth a thousand words?  Then let me share a few thousand…WARNING: super cool images, but if you’re not into that thing, they’re somewhat graphic.


a) a healthy knee condyle, notice how smooth and shiny b) severe erosion of the surface, not smooth c) the beginnings of erosion, d) the entire condyle head broken down and deformed, nothing smooth about it.


just enough surface incongruity to cause a slippery slope of degeneration


rheumatoid arthritis of the hand on the left, osteoarthritis in the right


severe rheumatoid arthritis affecting the metatarsals and phalanges

Now in the first images, the breakdown of the cartilage and bone is due to osteoarthritis, but hey, you readers should be mighty concerned!  It is highly likely that that will be you someday as it affects over 27 million Americans!  Be afraid!  I fall into both categories, so be on the lookout for my glamour shots up there someday.

But really, this is common, and more common with age, but those of you who are runners (ahem-Jaime!!) or do any sort of high impact or repetitive motion, those pictures should be a slideshow through your mind as you do those activities.  Because guess what?  There’s nothing that will reverse that.  Believe me, or I’d have it done too!

My mom’s preached to me that you only get one set of eyes, so I should take care of them, but you only get one set of cartilage.  Abuse it, see what happens.  I dare ya.

So that is my public service announcement about taking care of your joints.  Do with it as you see fit.

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Late night visitor

September 19, 2009
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I am back in Boston for the weekend.  I went to sleep last night and was so happy to have such silence from the outside world, I didn’t turn my fan on.  30 minutes later I was awoken by an odd noise.  I illuminated my phone to see if I spotted anything.  Sure enough, something flew by.  As my eyes had not yet adjusted, I figured it was a moth.  So I turned on my bedside table and saw this is no ordinary moth.  I hopped out of bed and scurried to turn the light on.  And there he was, in all his glory, a bat circling my room.  Fabulous.

Now growing up, I was obsessed with bats.  They were my favorite animals.  I even have a bat house that still hangs from a pine tree in my side yard.  But I built it so they would live in that house, not mine!

Ultimately, I shut the door, and sleep in a different bedroom.  He probably made it in through A/C that was not tightly sealed.  This morning, figuring the nocturnal creature was fast asleep, my mother and I tag teamed opening the window and taking out the A/C unit so the lil one can fly out this evening.  Let’s hope he finds safe passage out and keeps his rabies to himself!

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September 15, 2009
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Ok, so I couldn’t resist sharing this with the world.  I have some excellent news.  I know some of you have heard of “Miranda,” the unfortunate YouTube sensation.  Viral video takes on a new meaning here, as when you watch it, it literally makes you ill.  In this cyber world we live in, you can post anything on the web.  Look at me–and Wikipedia for crying out loud.  So here is a girl, Miranda, who believes she’s the best talent singing has seen since Aretha Franklin.  She is so sure of this, she actually posts videos giving singing lessons.  Learn from a master.

Well, they are far from masterful.  This unfortunate looking girl makes you really wonder, could this possibly be real?  She has posted 39 videos of herself either giving voice lessons or making music videos.  She talks about how her mother helps her edit them, and it forces the question, what mother in their right mind would enable this?

A mother could only support this if the child we actually mentally handicap.  I mean, come on.  So the inference is there.  Even how the girl moves suggests something is just not quite wired right.

Miranda says her inspirations are Britney Spears, Spice Girls and Josh Groban.  However she says in one clip that “I mostly just listens to me, because I know what I’m doing–I teach myself.”  Okay sweetie, keep telling yourself that.

We all have seen the American Idol auditions, do these people honestly think they can sing, or do they do it just to get a rise out of people?  William Hung made a name for himself, though he genuinely believed he was a star.  And incidentally got his 15 minutes of fame.  But what is this girl doing?

Well, exactly that.  She’s getting famous through her mediocrity.  If you could even justify it as that.  Her YouTube channel has been viewed 3/4 of a million times.  That’s insane.  But she’s making a name for herself.  And she’s doing it to prove a point, sometimes people get more famous for being talentless.   Just look at Heidi and Spencer of The Hills.

The bombshell here is that she is quite good!  I was rooting for this to be the case!  No one, I don’t care how mentally challenged, could continue to make such a mockery of themselves like she does.  It does leave it to be questioned how she has so much free time to be making these videos, but we won’t question her time management.

Miranda is the alter ego of one Colleen Ballinger.  And now after seeing her true talent, I can fully appreciate her mastery.  Bravo Miranda.  We are a people of diverse talents.  And one of life’s great challenges is identifying and flourishing in your own.  It’s painful to watch people strive for something they may not be meant to achieve.  Now I can sleep at night knowing that mankind is that much closer to reaching our potential.

Ladies and gentleman, I give you Colleen…

This clip is taken at a Broadway cast party where she performed as Miranda earlier on.

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