somewhere in the world...

someone is training when you are not.

when you race him, he will win.

thank you, mr. fleming. a short recap of the weekend: productivity was quite low, but not so low as to make me unhappy. friday night was the reception for first year medical students at the philadelphia college of physicians. very lovely old building with a pleasant garden and an impressive, though somewhat overwhelming, collection of medical artifacts. i liked benjamin franklin's signed copy of newton's opticks the best. saturday was spent in the apartment studying, cooking, and being a general waste of space. sunday was the 'soul of medicine' brunch held at the same location as friday's event. not as epic as i had imagined, but nevertheless valuable in its own right. late saturday night, five duquesne basketball players were shot outside of the building i lived in junior and senior year. random act of violence on an otherwise safe campus. utterly depressing in many aspects.

today i went running. outside. down broad. not as scary as it's made out to be, though what it lacked in 'scary' it made up for in garbage. sir, if you just rake all the trash from your lawn onto the sidewalk, it's just going to end up back in your yard. ad infinitum. turned around at the hunting park subway stop which is just shy of school. making it to city hall and back (12 mi.) in decent time is october's goal. i don't like running straightaways though, which is all broad street really is. straightaways are only good after a wicked curve. of all the things i miss from duquesne, besides my friends, is consuming large quantities of food at towers. i think i also like how they did my dishes.

but there's plenty of things that make me happy here :o)

five o'clock. time's up.