<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075</id><updated>2011-11-05T17:58:26.685-05:00</updated><category term='Hassan Aref'/><title type='text'>The Big Red Button</title><subtitle type='html'>Some of my friends call me a Big Red Button, because of certain bellicose, exuberant, and verbose responses to things that happen in life or the world. Welcome to the text version!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-2924245281343497055</id><published>2011-11-05T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T17:57:52.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullabies of the Sleep Deprived Parent</title><summary type='text'>Go to sleep my little boyRemember that you are mama's joyGo to sleep my little boyDreams are your favorite toyGo to sleep my little ladRemember that you make daddy gladGo to sleep my little ladGetting a few winks isn't so badGo to sleep my little manGrandma is your biggest fanGo to sleep little JakeWe will play again when you wake</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=2924245281343497055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/2924245281343497055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/2924245281343497055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2011/11/lullabies-of-sleep-deprived-parent.html' title='Lullabies of the Sleep Deprived Parent'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-1292883770701582297</id><published>2011-09-15T03:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T03:35:14.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hassan Aref'/><title type='text'>Eulogy for My Father</title><summary type='text'>It is grim irony that what killed my father was the result of turbulence. Vortices of hypertensive blood created a weakening such that the cells lining the vessels could no longer withstand the fluctuating shear and stress. The combined betrayal of material failure and chaos literally tore a hole in his heart. In my clinical opinion, except for the time dependence, he had an optimal death, one </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=1292883770701582297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/1292883770701582297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/1292883770701582297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2011/09/eulogy-for-my-father.html' title='Eulogy for My Father'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-7293468575373954187</id><published>2010-01-12T16:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:11:51.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no plan B...sure there is: Wait for DVD.</title><summary type='text'>Video: 'The A-Team' Trailer</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=7293468575373954187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/7293468575373954187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/7293468575373954187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2010/01/there-no-plan-bsure-there-is-wait-for.html' title='There&amp;#39;s no plan B...sure there is: Wait for DVD.'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-809015685688398911</id><published>2009-12-08T10:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:50:50.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm about to whip somebody's @$$</title><summary type='text'>A friend sent this to me and it simply cracked me up:</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=809015685688398911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/809015685688398911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/809015685688398911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/12/i-about-to-whip-somebody.html' title='I&amp;#39;m about to whip somebody&amp;#39;s @$$'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-5967999893401817026</id><published>2009-08-01T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:00:22.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TED: Elaine Morgan says we evolved from aquatic apes</title><summary type='text'> &lt;!-- technorati tags start --&gt;Technorati Tags: education&lt;!-- technorati tags end --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=5967999893401817026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/5967999893401817026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/5967999893401817026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/08/ted-elaine-morgan-says-we-evolved-from.html' title='TED: Elaine Morgan says we evolved from aquatic apes'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-7680700485835940862</id><published>2009-05-20T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:43:35.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Romulan</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=7680700485835940862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/7680700485835940862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/7680700485835940862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/05/i-romulan.html' title='I, Romulan'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-6103275717297856584</id><published>2009-05-05T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:45:10.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley and Me</title><summary type='text'>I watched "Marley and Me" (Twentieth Century Fox) last night.  The movie started out with John Grogan trying to find himself as a journalist and in doing so got an insanely disobedient labrador that he and his wife called Marley.  My family has had numerous pets both dogs and cats, and the young Grogans let Marley run roughshod over them.  Granted labradors are high energy pets but without </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=6103275717297856584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6103275717297856584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6103275717297856584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/05/marley-and-me.html' title='Marley and Me'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-6255507519011934846</id><published>2009-05-04T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:39:22.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is trying ping.fm to update...well...everything</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=6255507519011934846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6255507519011934846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6255507519011934846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/05/is-trying-ping.html' title=''/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-923704843799552062</id><published>2009-04-25T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:41:09.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmon on Cedar</title><summary type='text'>Despite appearances I'm a pretty good cook.My girlfriend is a great cook.However when we combine our powers we are well nigh unstoppable.  This evening we prepared salmon with olive oil, red pepper, dill, and bay leaves grilled on cedar planks soaked in white wine and whiskey.  We also had some jumbo scallops marinated in A-1 steak sauce.  The side dishes were foil wrapped peppered corn as well </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=923704843799552062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/923704843799552062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/923704843799552062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/04/salmon-on-cedar.html' title='Salmon on Cedar'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-284372942092945734</id><published>2009-04-16T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:06:12.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Countdown</title><summary type='text'>Countdown Clock by Zoodu.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=284372942092945734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/284372942092945734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/284372942092945734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/04/final-countdown.html' title='The Final Countdown'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-8066277196400114094</id><published>2009-04-07T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:38:10.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talks Theo Jansen: The art of creating creatures</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=8066277196400114094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/8066277196400114094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/8066277196400114094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/04/talks-theo-jansen-art-of-creating.html' title='Talks Theo Jansen: The art of creating creatures'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-2218862441007930167</id><published>2009-03-31T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:35:45.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty Things You Would Like to Say At Work</title><summary type='text'>I got this by email and it just had to be saved for posterity:1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.3. How about never? Is never good for you?4. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.6. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=2218862441007930167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/2218862441007930167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/2218862441007930167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/03/forty-things-you-would-like-to-say-at.html' title='Forty Things You Would Like to Say At Work'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-6273900097368364170</id><published>2009-03-24T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:26:31.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions of VA Reference Reading</title><summary type='text'>Text:"Mksap 14 Print Version Parts A&amp;b Pkg (Acp, Mksap 14 Print Version Parts A&amp;b Pkg)" (Acp)On-Line:Access Medicine</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=6273900097368364170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6273900097368364170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6273900097368364170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/03/suggestions-of-va-reference-reading.html' title='Suggestions of VA Reference Reading'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-6166138589845811012</id><published>2009-03-17T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:48:38.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity Master</title><summary type='text'>Online Physics Games</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=6166138589845811012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6166138589845811012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6166138589845811012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/03/gravity-master.html' title='Gravity Master'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-4318687762342139270</id><published>2009-03-10T23:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:44:41.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now here's a dating site with potential</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=4318687762342139270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/4318687762342139270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/4318687762342139270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/03/now-here-dating-site-with-potential.html' title='Now here&amp;#39;s a dating site with potential'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-6892193868471386902</id><published>2009-02-03T22:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:12:36.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Skills</title><summary type='text'>Came across this in Hack College: http://notjustsurviving.wordpress.com/Might be a good thing for folks to check out.  I just subscribed and I'm done with school.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=6892193868471386902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6892193868471386902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/6892193868471386902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2009/02/study-skills.html' title='Study Skills'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-3580943500376474994</id><published>2008-12-30T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:11:38.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionare</title><summary type='text'>This is a freaking awesome movie:</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=3580943500376474994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/3580943500376474994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/3580943500376474994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2008/12/slumdog-millionare.html' title='Slumdog Millionare'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-7579882786325876434</id><published>2008-12-22T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:01:07.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Randy Pausch's Time Management Lecture</title><summary type='text'>Although famous for his Last Lecture Professor Randy Pausch was extremely interested in time management.  Even prior to his diagnosis of pancreatic cancer he was interested in maximizing efficiency and efficacy.  The lecture below has some excellent real life lessons (I just switched off all the bells and whistles on my email, IM, and tweets) for students, residents, post-docs, attending, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=7579882786325876434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/7579882786325876434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/7579882786325876434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2008/12/professor-randy-pausch-time-management.html' title='Professor Randy Pausch&amp;#39;s Time Management Lecture'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-5584595698071636617</id><published>2008-12-14T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:54:39.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BODIES: The Exhibition</title><summary type='text'>I spent over two hours at the BODIES exhibition in Indianapolis, IN.  It was incredibly fun and an absolutely engaging experience for me.  As a budding internist I see the outside directly and the inside indirectly all the time, usually working at varying levels of efficiency.  The only time I was afforded a direct look at the complex inner workings of human machine was in anatomy class and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=5584595698071636617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/5584595698071636617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/5584595698071636617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2008/12/bodies-exhibition.html' title='BODIES: The Exhibition'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-2867798648722611323</id><published>2008-11-28T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:51:00.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery is learned</title><summary type='text'>Little kids are an interesting combination of fear and bravery.  I was training this week when my friend Odilon brought his son Arturo to the mats.   Arturo is just shy of being 2 years old and was not pleased that his father had brought up around all these large, loud men.  So I taught him to high five which for a two year old let alone a thirty two year old is pretty cool.  As Arturo decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=2867798648722611323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/2867798648722611323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/2867798648722611323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2008/11/misery-is-learned.html' title='Misery is learned'/><author><name>Mike Aref</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10097304341470388494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9S8elsgnR3Q/Sn9P2VtkQTI/AAAAAAAAAII/BNU1n2s-xNY/S220/OOTS-Mike-small.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-115478636074322465</id><published>2006-08-05T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:15:03.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Heinlein early 1990s to July 31, 2006</title><summary type='text'>My family and I have had dogs and cats as pets since I was 7 or 8 years old.  Over the years I've lost many four-legged family members.  Although intellectually I know that they have a shorter life span than my bipedal family members and that they are "just" animals, losing them hurts.  Aside from young children, how many people love you unconditionally and look to you as their sole provider.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=115478636074322465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/115478636074322465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/115478636074322465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/08/rip-heinlein-my-cat-not-author-early.html' title='RIP Heinlein early 1990s to July 31, 2006'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-114986838456952887</id><published>2006-06-09T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:53:06.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing What You Are Not</title><summary type='text'>I know what I am and what I am not.  One of the "nots" being graceful.   Me and Miz Grace have a distant and rather chilly relationship.  I tried dancing again last night, entirely sober which is bad because although EtOH does not make me more graceful it does nullify my already low inhibitions.  My pretty partner almost died of hilarity-induced abdominal spasm, that is, she almost bust a gut </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=114986838456952887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114986838456952887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114986838456952887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/06/knowing-what-you-are-not.html' title='Knowing What You Are Not'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-114965358535152984</id><published>2006-06-06T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:15:02.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Satan?</title><summary type='text'>Given the superstitious auspiciousness of today's date, I had to repost this.  I'm not religious except for being a devote procrastinator, but this poll fitting you to the most appropriate religion caught my eye.  Guess what I scored as...You scored as Satanism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Satanism! Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=114965358535152984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114965358535152984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114965358535152984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/06/hail-satan.html' title='Hail Satan?'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-114643077601762710</id><published>2006-04-30T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:59:36.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ULTIMATE Doctor's Bag</title><summary type='text'>I've decided to construct the ultimate doctor's bag, so as to never be short the materials necessary to perform the diagnostic physical exam.  I have some of these materials but I thought I'd show the whole shopping list:StethoscopeI really like my Classic II S.E. from 3M Littman Stethoscope.  It's resilient but I've been able to perform decent auscultation of the abdominal, breath, and heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=114643077601762710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114643077601762710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114643077601762710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/04/ultimate-doctors-bag.html' title='The ULTIMATE Doctor&apos;s Bag'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-114585906346969682</id><published>2006-04-24T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:11:03.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear the Joker</title><summary type='text'>This weekend I went on a bar crawl with the nominal "theme" of pirates versus clowns.  As girls and pretty boys generally pull off the sexy pirate routine (a lot) better than me, I went with the clown motif.  Since I'm already menacing and creepy I decided I might as well maximize this by going as my nicknamesake, the Joker.  Therefore, I appropriately arrayed myself with green hair and eyebrows,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=114585906346969682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114585906346969682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114585906346969682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/04/fear-joker.html' title='Fear the Joker'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-114339946091470549</id><published>2006-03-26T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:08:00.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MMA WTF...and I don't mean World Tae Kwon Do Federation</title><summary type='text'>I was flipping through the trade journal MASuccess and came across this ad for Century's XMA (Xtreme Martial Arts) line of teaching/training materials. The ad highlights a school using XMA products.Based on the ad, I have come to the conclusion that I have not, am not, and will not ever train Mixed Martial Arts. To do so you have to wear a surplus NASA jumper, carry glowstick weapons, and act or </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=114339946091470549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114339946091470549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114339946091470549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/03/not-mixed-martial-arts.html' title='MMA WTF...and I don&apos;t mean World Tae Kwon Do Federation'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-114335733180314246</id><published>2006-03-26T01:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:33:34.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sheep</title><summary type='text'>As I was passing through the Medical Sciences Building Friday I glanced at the announcements board and saw a map of the United States with the graduating medical students' pictures pinned at the location of their matches.All of them.Except me.My exalted rank of black sheep remains unchallenged. Now I'm generally opposed to other people announcing my personal events.  I can but you cannot.  I did </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=114335733180314246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114335733180314246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/114335733180314246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/03/blacksheep.html' title='Black Sheep'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113843024276498496</id><published>2006-01-28T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:38:22.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Inn</title><summary type='text'>I'm not a huge fan of horror movies (although I love movies about the inevitable zombiepocalypse) for two reasons: (1) stuff is always jumping out at the soon to be gruesomely eviscerated main characters and (2) the aforementioned protagonists always do really stupid things that then get them killed in really stupid ways.  Horror movie stupidity is funny until you do it.This week I had to take my</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113843024276498496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113843024276498496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113843024276498496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/01/kill-inn.html' title='Kill Inn'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113814063181721161</id><published>2006-01-24T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:47:30.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Phrases That Make Graduate Students Cringe</title><summary type='text'>"Let's set up a meeting"Translation: I'm either bored, trying to justify my salary, or going to deliver some really bad news.  In any case I'm going to waste your time and accomplish nothing."This is an opportunity for you."Translation:  I don't want to do this scut work."You should know this."Translation:  You are an undereducated fool.  Being highly insecure and worried that you are smarter </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113814063181721161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113814063181721161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113814063181721161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/01/four-phrases-that-make-graduate.html' title='Five Phrases That Make Graduate Students Cringe'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113615484555145583</id><published>2006-01-01T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:16:07.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Goals</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!  I think (and many motivational speakers, management consultants, and the like agree) that setting goals is great way to develop one's fullest potential.  The new year seems to be a fitting time to do it (and procrastinate from studying).  Here it goes:This year1/4/06 -- Pass the USMLE Step 2 CS.1/27/06 -- Bang out an astronomically sensational score on the USMLE Step 2 CK.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113615484555145583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113615484555145583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113615484555145583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2006/01/2006-goals.html' title='2006 Goals'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113527090384455832</id><published>2005-12-22T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:01:43.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preventative Medicine</title><summary type='text'>Today I went out for breakfast.  I had just fasted for 14 hours before my cholesterol test, so I thought little reward was in order.  And besides which I was fading fast between a whippet like metabolism and no reserves I need an infusion of protein, lipids, and carbohydrates stat.  Anyway as I was waiting to be seated I heard some older gentlemen complain about work, that they could be fired </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113527090384455832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113527090384455832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113527090384455832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/12/preventative-medicine.html' title='Preventative Medicine'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113518026552260811</id><published>2005-12-21T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T09:51:05.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The XX/XY Excremental Hypothesis</title><summary type='text'>XXBaselineAll men are $h!t.Before datingExcept for this guy, all men are $h!t.Dating (honeymoon period, less than 6 months)He's hot $h!t.Dating (remainder)Men are $h!t, except when $h!t hits the fan, then my man is THE $h!t.EngagementI can work with this $h!t.MarriageTrying to turn this $h!t into the man of my dreams.XYBaselineI'm THE $h!t.Before datingHey there, I'm still THE $h!t.Dating (</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113518026552260811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113518026552260811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113518026552260811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/12/xxxy-excremental-hypothesis.html' title='The XX/XY Excremental Hypothesis'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113480102775101093</id><published>2005-12-17T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:32:55.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inverse Wingman, 1st Class</title><summary type='text'>"Wingmaning" is a sacred and tough job.  It takes guts, verve, and the willingness to socially sacrifice oneself for the greater good.  Women travel in units with good reason, guys are horny jerks.  Women out on the town are like Napoleonic infantry units tightly packed in defensive squares, a lone skirmisher has no chance at cracking such a formation.  Hence, a brave cavalry unit, the wingman, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113480102775101093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113480102775101093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113480102775101093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/12/inverse-wingman-1st-class.html' title='Inverse Wingman, 1st Class'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113458701752951378</id><published>2005-12-14T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:40:44.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who can, do.  Those who cannot write standardized tests.</title><summary type='text'>Today I took my psychiatry NBME shelf exam after 8 weeks of psychiatry clerking, lectures, and reading ("Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders DSM-IV-TR (Text Revision) (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders)" (American Psychiatric Association), "Essential Psychopharmacology : Neuroscientific Basis and Practical Applications (Essential Psychopharmacology Series)" (</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113458701752951378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113458701752951378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113458701752951378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/12/those-who-can-do-those-who-cannot.html' title='Those who can, do.  Those who cannot write standardized tests.'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113194982737788057</id><published>2005-11-14T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:30:27.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly shot girls</title><summary type='text'>If you're going to use sexuality to sell something, you cannot be disturbingly overflowing your overly tight pants and belly shirt.  I'm lumpy, alabaster pale, and oddly angular, so I keep several layers on to help me blend in with living.  Don't have the body for something spare the rest of us, go tan / exercise / diet / get requisite surgery and curse your shallow physical existence.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113194982737788057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113194982737788057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113194982737788057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/11/silly-shot-girls.html' title='Silly shot girls'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-116244391905053133</id><published>2005-11-08T19:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:06:02.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of the House</title><summary type='text'>Inspired by "The House of God : The Classic Novel of Life and Death in an American Hospital" (Samuel Shem) here are my rules (ever evolving).  Not all of these are original, but rather than compromise these fine physician-teachers, I have not included their names.Science seeks the most elegant solution, while medicine seeks the best solution at that time.Don't forget to look at the patient.Blue </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=116244391905053133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/116244391905053133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/116244391905053133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/11/rules-of-house_116244391905053133.html' title='Rules of the House'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113114871524259391</id><published>2005-11-04T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T17:58:35.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutation</title><summary type='text'>I have evolved superhuman powers.Not cool superhuman powers, like nigh invulnerability, the strength of 100 men, or indefinite sexual stamina, but superhuman powers nonetheless.  On preliminary examination I believe my powers are some sort of local telekinetic and electromagnetic distortion field that varies local fields of probability.Let me give you some background on Sunday it started raining </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113114871524259391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113114871524259391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113114871524259391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/11/mutation.html' title='Mutation'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113081653936806037</id><published>2005-10-31T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:42:19.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In action vs. inaction</title><summary type='text'>When did inaction become a welcome alternative to getting in action?  I don't consider myself a social or political activist, yet I stay involved and do things that are proactive for myself, friends, and family.  Not that socially acceptable baloney of donating chump change to end world hunger or voting at presidential elections (not true I turn in my ballot and then watch the electoral college </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113081653936806037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113081653936806037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113081653936806037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/10/in-action-vs-inaction.html' title='In action vs. inaction'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113070156903394458</id><published>2005-10-30T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:46:09.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Linear Discrimination</title><summary type='text'>I hate lines, ques, whatever you want to call waiting in a geometrically predetermined position.  Absolutely hate the inactivity associated with waiting for grocery checkout, ordering take-out, or whatever.  It is somewhat alleviated by being with friends or family, but by yourself there's just not a whole lot to do but stare blankly ahead and go to your happy place.  I understand the necessary </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113070156903394458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113070156903394458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113070156903394458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/10/linear-discrimination.html' title='Linear Discrimination'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113068651635686141</id><published>2005-10-30T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:35:16.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drip...drip...drip</title><summary type='text'>So its 2 am and I've worked out for 5 hours today, I SYN (sh!t you negative).  I'm downstairs in my kitchen and see what dripping on one of the counter tops.  WTF!?!  It is right under my bathroom so I run upstairs and see a layer of moisture around the toilet.  After some exploring and discriptive cursing I figure out that one of the tank bolts (the bolts that attach the top water reservoir to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113068651635686141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113068651635686141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113068651635686141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/10/dripdripdrip.html' title='Drip...drip...drip'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18459075.post-113068390271379836</id><published>2005-10-30T08:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:51:42.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><summary type='text'>Some of my friends call me a Big Red Button, because of certain bellicose, exuberant, and verbose responses to things that happen in life or the world.  Welcome to the text version!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18459075&amp;postID=113068390271379836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113068390271379836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18459075/posts/default/113068390271379836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.mikearef.com/2005/10/welcome_30.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Joker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://www.jokerjitsu.com/gi/jokerjitsu_mascot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
