tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60230072009-02-21T09:02:11.986ZT.finally enslaved by the nhsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1092570450101644972004-08-15T11:44:00.000Z2004-08-15T11:47:30.100ZOn confidentiality, anonymity and other sacred tenets
Do you know who might be reading you musings?
Does it matter?
Of course it does. This blog is no more.
Goodnight.
thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1092251796006960422004-08-11T18:59:00.000Z2004-08-11T19:17:54.123ZQuite cathartic
I feel incompetent. Notting Hill keeps saying things like, 'Don't forget to sign that form before you send it off' and 'You probably ought to ring anaesthetics before doing that venflon as it's more urgent.'
Later I get bleeped to 'come and write up some fluids for Mr Mott' but upon arriving I realise that I haven't done that since my medicine block last year, and even then I was thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1092002156013616262004-08-08T21:20:00.000Z2004-08-08T21:55:56.013ZOverload
You know when you've got too much to do and not enough time? That feeling of not knowing where to start, but that you'd better start asap or you'll be in trouble. Well that last thing you need at such moments is people thrusting more jobs at you, making sure all the while, that you know how bloody urgent they all are.
11.30am: Ward round ends.
11.35am: Start writing discharge summaries thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1091557973808442272004-08-03T18:16:00.000Z2004-08-03T18:44:55.090ZThe first day of the rest of my life.
Today was my first day at work. Ever. Way back, whilst slogging through A-levels, med school interviews, preclinical exams, this seemed like the dream. 'It'll all be worth it at the end,' I would tell myself. And in my mind there'd be a picture of me with a stethoscope dangling from my neck on my first day at work. Diagnosing patients, dishing out treatment thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1091362587995705002004-08-01T12:00:00.000Z2004-08-01T12:16:27.996ZSorry about that..
Not posting anything and all but I was in China. Which was great... I should probably write about that at some point. The Karakoram Highway and stuff. All in good time.
Anyway I'm going to give this blog thing another go. However, I start working as a PRHO / intern in about two days time. So if being a junior doctor turns out to be as exciting as my starry eyed colleagues seemthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1086886056063898742004-06-10T16:47:00.000Z2004-06-10T16:47:36.063ZNo one gets out awake
"It would be very odd," said James Fenton in a lecture on poetry a few years ago, "to go to a concert hall and discover that the pianist on offer wasn't any good at all, in the sense that he couldn't actually play the piano. But in poetry this is an experience we've learnt to take in our stride." No wonder there are pleas to hand the whole thing over to the professionals. Ifthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1086433245648251722004-06-05T10:56:00.000Z2004-06-05T11:00:45.650ZRecently spotted
...many reviewers, whose highest endorsement for a translation tends to be that it is “seamless.” If I may attempt to translate the damnation barely concealed in their faint praise, I think they really mean that the translator has, with proper humility, made herself or himself “invisible,” a punishing goal that is desirable only if we are held personally responsible for the Towerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1086376067942435082004-06-04T19:02:00.000Z2004-06-04T19:07:47.943ZI've known professorships lost over that..
Still on the topic of Palestine, Mark at Jews-sans-frontieres isn't happy about academic fraudsters getting free Guardian columns.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1086375289566532142004-06-04T18:54:00.000Z2004-06-04T18:54:49.566ZTragic Rafah
Aziza Abu Ghali is exhausted by her fury and can barely stand. "My husband is 90 years old and has nowhere to sleep. The Jews are just demolishing our houses. I was shouting at the bulldozer driver: 'Don't you have children?' They kill our sons and put us in the morgue. We are praying to Allah to show them the suffering that they show us.
I don't know what good accounts like this dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085498494501697852004-05-25T15:21:00.000Z2004-05-25T15:21:34.500ZCartoonists have all the fun
Especially Steve Bellthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085496936403298992004-05-25T14:47:00.000Z2004-05-25T14:56:48.806ZNot as savage as some..
This brings us back to the weird emptiness at the heart of Huntington’s analysis, according to which conversion to a fundamentalist faith is counted a good thing just because many other people already share that faith. Huntington never explains, in “Who Are We?,” why Protestantism, private enterprise, and the English language are more desirable features of social life or thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085496437360329642004-05-25T14:44:00.000Z2004-05-25T14:47:17.360ZSontag back on form
A war, an occupation, is inevitably a huge tapestry of actions. What makes some actions representative and others not? The issue is not whether they are done by individuals (ie, not by "everybody"). All acts are done by individuals. The question is not whether the torture was the work of a few individuals but whether it was systematic. Authorised. Condoned. Covered up. It was thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085410896720081222004-05-24T14:46:00.000Z2004-05-24T15:01:36.720ZPaediatrics
Although I passed this block with relative ease, it doesn't mean that paeds is straightforward or that I'm any good with children.
Station 1: History. A mother whose child has been admitted with acute asthma. Cause: bonfire.
Station 2: Presented history to intense bearded consultant who just stared at me for the whole 8 minutes. When the bell went I just got up and walked out.
thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085409705455159542004-05-24T14:40:00.000Z2004-05-24T14:41:45.456ZFaeces dementia scale
No it's never really like that. Not in Birmingham anyway.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085409536703701552004-05-24T14:31:00.000Z2004-05-24T14:38:56.703ZGregory Roberts
That, he says, was the most shocking experience of his entire time on the sub-continent.
He told BBC News Online: "There was something unspeakably grotesque about children killing children in this lush, fecund paradise.
"You would go from one jungle clearing, where there were the most magnificent red and blue blooms - flowers so big you couldn't put your arms around them - to thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085409025479723452004-05-24T14:27:00.000Z2004-05-24T14:30:25.480ZCo-author for sale
In a society devoted to "reality shows" and rampant commodification, it had to happen some time. Late last month an independent scientist auctioned off his services as a co-author on eBay, with the promise of helping the highest bidder write a scientific paper for publication. The offer even had the added allure of a linkage with the legendary mathematician Paul Erdös.
I know thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085408170402369702004-05-24T14:16:00.000Z2004-05-24T14:16:10.403ZArabs mind...
According to a recent New Yorker article, Raphael Patai's The Arab Mind was used by some neo-cons to justify the meme that Arabs can only be handled through violence and may have served as a pretext for some of the practices at Abu Ghraib.
MoorishGirl is annoyed. The Indy seems to be alone in keeping the Abu Ghraib issue alive at the moment.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1085049245970774772004-05-20T10:29:00.000Z2004-05-20T10:34:05.970ZCan't do this anymore
What's happened to blogger? This isn't an improvement, it's just rubbish.
Anyway, I passed everything. EVERYTHING. So that's it. I'm free. I should write something more substantial about this, and I will. Soon.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1083253922853141832004-04-29T15:52:00.000Z2004-04-29T15:57:27.403ZThinking about Gmail
So yeah its true that what Gmail is doing is not really anymore intrusive then what other internet email companies are doing when they filter spam. Its just that Google, with their legendary lack of subtle social skills, has made an already existing problem far more visible and apparent to the end user. In a way we should be thankful for them for bring issues to forefront. thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1082748994116350102004-04-23T19:36:00.000Z2004-04-23T19:40:42.936ZMagic indeed
At the moment what happens is that a couple of guys put down a big polythene sheet. Then the executioner arrives. Then the van arrives with the prisoner and his guard. They lead the prisoner to the center of the sheet and make him kneel. If the relatives of his victim want to pardon him, now is the time for them to shout, and he’s released, pays blood money instead. Otherwise the thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1082655706391490192004-04-22T17:41:00.000Z2004-04-22T17:46:50.140Z'Fucking lazy nigger'
The conversation was thought to have been heard on Middle East channels which continued to broadcast the live feed after the final whistle.
And if it hadn't been broadcast? Clearly the word IS part of Ron Atkinson's 'off-air vocabulary' right?thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1082655126497533062004-04-22T17:32:00.000Z2004-04-22T17:36:14.013ZGreat cartoon
The release of Mordechai Vanunuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1082575529968964102004-04-21T19:25:00.000Z2004-04-21T19:29:36.186ZDeserved trashing
Why life would be better because some woman who sounds like her throat is full of phlegm is warbling tunelessly at them, is beyond me. I mean, cough, woman, COUGH. Get it out. Stop sounding like someone took a cheese grater to your throat.
ET takes it out on Dido.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1082047525600621952004-04-15T16:45:00.000Z2004-04-15T16:49:23.310ZNot enough time?
I hope Fudgeit isn't out of action for too long. What does 'for a while' mean?thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023007.post-1082046992558301932004-04-15T16:36:00.000Z2004-04-15T16:40:30.340ZCrem la tart?
Why won't she smile? Actually I can detect a slight smirk on occasion.. no maybe it's just me.thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17150197861484320899noreply@blogger.com