mud pies to medicine: Greetings from Oz

An Italian Pathologist in a sunny land far far away (not Italy) once said to a classroom full of students, "Today we start studying the abnormal. And let me be the first to warn you, I don't think we are in Kansas anymore." And so, an email written to me by my counterpart, B, warned me on my first day of second year, that I was no longer in Kansas. For the first two weeks I waited for a tornado to come and lift my little house away to a yellow brick road, but it did not happen. Then, sometime this week, maybe today, it happened. The strong winds of Pathology have come and we are now in Oz. Forget Munchkin Land for just a minute and let me tell you about Kansas.

Last we left off I was riding mattresses down stairwells and slipping and sliding down hills while consuming inordinate amounts of ice cream. I drove home from camp to be greeted by a new apartment (all my things were moved by my family while I was away) which was heaped full of boxes and partially (mostly) assembled furniture. My sister greeted me there and helped bring order to my things. My mom came the next day, and in less than 24 hours my apartment was looking the cleanest it is probably ever going to look again. Something about studying medicine predisposes you to being rather messy/disorganized when it comes to non-school related tasks. Exhibit A: The mailbox key. In my last apartment I lost the mailbox key. I stalked the mailman and made him give me our mail (twice!) at which point he told me I was not allowed to do so again and I needed to go get a new key- good bye $20. I gave in, lamented the loss. First day in the new apartment I misplaced the mailbox key to our new place. Being the ~~cheap~~ resourceful person I am, I decided the only thing of importance coming to my mailbox would be bills. So, naturally, I did not worry about it for 2 weeks and then spent a day setting up online bill pay for everything. Problem solved! I'll keep my $20, thank you very much USPS. Well today I did laundry and a pair of pants that I rarely wear finally got cleaned and there in the bottom of the washing machine was the key to the mailbox! I guess that says a lot about how often I do laundry.

Okay, too much typing not enough photos. So in an effort to not study or give in to the impending doom that is second year, a friend hooked me up with Photoshop and I went to work on some India photos!

Mountain reflection in shop window. Nako, Himachal Pradesh, India.

Full Moon and Star Trails. Tabo, Himachal Pradesh, India.

Falling off a Cliff. Dhangkar Monastary

High Altitude and Friendly Monks. Kee Monastary.

He wanted money. Rishikesh, India.

Melon Stand. Rishikesh, India.

Chilling among the ruins. Rishikesh, India.

Mutual Love. Rishikesh, India.

Rishikesh, India.

No editing!

Prayer Flags

Light Features. Nako, Himachal Pradesh, India.

Nako

Neighborhood Gangster

Prayer Wheel.

These are some of my favorites, which means as I edit and post they will be less and less interesting because my favorites get worked on and posted first.

Besides photo editing, I was working on getting as much vitamin D as possible by the pool until I become a hermit, but I think the hermit thing has already happened. I also went to a little family reunion in LBI and saw some people I haven't seen in a while a long with meeting some new ones.