La Primera Historia

My old friendster blog (don’t judge) is at http://delicioso.blogs.friendster.com/... I would have just stuck with my last one from India and its fun picture inserting ability (http://www.adventurings.blogspot.com) but that one has been shared with faculty from my school. It was awesome actually, being able to share something like that with people here, especially the donors who made our scholarships possible. Unfortunately, I can’t really use it anymore for a personal blog of sorts… so here we go!

This will be fun though. Just in time for residency… I may not be as badass as Cameron on House, but I’ll definitely stick in some fun patient stories here. I’m totally going to try and alter my white coats (this may require sewing lessons from the mom) so that they have that cool movie-star tapered-at-the-waist look. The plan is to look so snazzy that my patients can’t see how internally freaked out I am. :-)

I read this article today. To summarize, an internationally renowned violin player tried to see what would happen if he started playing historically famous pieces in a busy crowd, kind of like those musicians who play on the street for money. Only he was the “real thing.” He was trying to see how many people would stop and listen, and if people would donate money. I was definitely surprised at what happened.

This was great. It really made me think, but not about whether I would have stopped or not. It kind of reminds me of this saxophonist I heard in a subway station on my way to an interview… I remember feeling grateful to him, to put a little beauty in a grey morning and lightening the dull background of the station walls. I always wondered if I made the right choice stepping into and struggling through the world of science, when my natural abilities lean towards the creative. My biggest fear, I think, is that I’d lose it somehow… that ten years from now when I start mixing oil paints I would stare at a blank canvas thinking “I used to do this…”

But this article changed my mind. I loved hearing about the people’s reactions to hearing something they knew was beautiful, especially the quote of one of the men who stopped to listen. He trained for many years on the violin, but chose not to pursue it as a career. They asked him if he regretted it, after hearing the man play.

"No. If you love something but choose not to do it professionally, it's not a waste. Because, you know, you still have it. You have it forever."

It makes me feel like it's kind of a gift, to be an appreciator of things like that. Like if you've learned any type of art, even if you forget how to hold a pencil, or play the c scale on a guitar, you'd still share the same joy the artists had when you see or hear their creations... what a comfort indeed. Now I can finally become a full blown science nerd!

Maaaaan... blog number three has turned me into a cheeseball. :-)