i usually don't love susan orlean's writing. to put a fine point on it, i find them self-indulgent and directionless. but i was moved by her piece in the new yorker this week, a eulogy to her dog. there it is: i've officially become a hopeless dog person.
i just converted from days to nights, and i didn't get good sleep last night. i'm super tired right now and don't have the energy to write much at this moment. i do, however, have a funny quote: regarding the man who came to the ER to get tested for STDs two years ago (this is NOT a legitimate reason to utilize emergency services) and now requests repeat STD testing. my attending replies: "he wants it again now? well two years is a long time for a playa." that made me laugh.
david sedaris also wrote a new yorker article this week. i generally like sedaris. he's funny and a north carolinian to boot (although an expat). there's a certain hopeless quality to his writing that belies his having given up on the goodness of human nature. this disturbs me. i can handle cynicism, but sedaris sometimes crosses the line. i'll allow that he's extremely funny and has some uncommon insights into human eccentricities. but when confronted with difficult material, instead of contributing to a solution, he throws up his hands. i'll continue to read his stuff, but i reserve the right to shake my head.
intern night this week was great, as usual. here's a and b looking lovingly at one another at brixx in chapel hill:
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