The Life of an Egg

"In every child who is born, under no matter what circumstances, and of no matter what parents, the potentiality of the human race is born again." -J.Agee

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Location: Los Angeles, California

I am addicted to Flamin Hot Cheetos, goat cheese, rainbow sherbet, and hummus. I want to meet Paul Farmer. I can't touch library books because they smell. I have a tattoo of the tree of life on my back. I have a problem with picking at my nails when I'm nervous, stressed out, or bored. I am irrationally proud of being from California. One of my main goals in life is to be a good person. And finally, please don't ask for medical advice, especially if it involves any sort of discharge.

Friday, January 20, 2006

attraction

What is it with old lonely men striking up conversations with me? I took the BART from Oakland Children's Hospital to the airport and in the shuttle from the BART station to the terminals, this old guy sitting next to me was like "So are you a student?" Randomly. Totally unsolicited. That's how we started talking and he has this crazy life story. I found out that he's from southern CA and was up in Oakland for court. Apparently, he's an immigration lawyer. Blah Blah. I heard about his wife who used to be a nurse but is now on disability because she has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and she keeps getting these weird rashes on her hands and no one knows what's going on, Blah Blah. His daugher tried to committ suicide. All this from a stranger.

When we got off the shuttle, we were both flying Southwest so we walked over to the terminal together. After getting through security, I was like "Okay, have a safe flight!" and tried to walk away but we both had late flights and were trying to do standby, so he kept chatting. I finished with the customer service person before he did so I was like "have a safe flight" AGAIN and tried to walk away but he caught up to me AGAIN and was chatting a mile a minute. He had a flight in like half an hour so I thought he was going to his gate and would finally leave me alone but he actually followed me to my gate and literally talked my ear off until 5 minutes before his flight was about to leave.

I mean, I guess he's an interesting guy but maybe a little weird, right?

So that's my story from my Oakland trip. The Children's Hospital program there is every bit as wonderful as people say. But we'll have to see what happens. Last night, I had a dream that I was in Boston...

Here's a funny picture I took at Jessica and Connor's wedding in the summer (it doesn't come out too clearly in the smaller version but it says Bud Light on the handle):

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