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Monday, March 28, 2005  

March Matching Madness

This is SO last week, but I'm behind on posting to this blog. Recently, I posted about the residency "matching" process for myself and other 4th year medical students. And then school happened, and then I went to the AMSA national convention (more on this to come), and that's where I found out where I'm going for the next three years of my life, for family medicine training!

I'm going to Harbor-UCLA for family medicine! Yay! I've been in love with the program from the moment I found out about it -- I'll be receiving excellent clinical training in clinical medicine, working with seriously underserved populations, working at a county hospital system (that doesn't turn any patients away for lack of health insurance), working with seriously community-organizing-minded faculty and seriously inspiring and fun residents, and living in one of the most diverse communities in America. This is a place I'll be inspired by visionary people every day. The leadership of the program see the workings of health in a broad sense, and see family physicians naturally fitting into a new paradigm of dealing with health and the improvement of health -- a "thinking outside of the box" kinda paradigm. I'm sure i'll write so much more about this as I transition to the west coast and start my residency. It's coming up -- I graduate on the 25th of May and start residency in mid-June. Yikes! Anybody have housing tips for LA? Anyone have culture tips on LA? Good clubs? Any clubs want a drumnbass/hiphop dj? jk...

The only thing that's going to be a downer for me is that my parents won't be around, as they're in New Jersey. I'm hoping i'll see them relatively often, and I can't yet imagine what life's going to be like without them close by.

Ah, I forgot to mention -- my good friend Shipra (who goes to medical school with me) will be joining me at Harbor-UCLA for family medicine. She has a previous career in environmental justice organizing and keeps me on my toes in regards to walking the walk that I may otherwise just talk. I'm SO excited to be spending the next 3 years training with her, and hanging out with her and her awesome husband. AND... my good friend Casey Kirkhart, this year's Jack Rutledge Fellow for Universal Health Care and Eliminating Health Disparities at AMSA (the job I had last year) will ALSO be joining me at the program! Not only is HE kickass, but his wife April is so much fun and is a community organizer/social worker/yoga teacher! I'm doing the anju dance...

posted by Unknown | 3/28/2005 07:57:00 PM | |

Comments:

Congratulations! I was wondering when you were going to post about your residency!

I attended UCLA for undergrad and can give you some info about the area... but I think most residents live in Santa Monica, Palms, Manhattan Beach, or Culver City. Housing is expensive there... if you're going to rent, check Craigslist, the Daily Bruin classifieds (I'm biased), or the LA Times.

Los Angeles is an amazing place. I hope your residency experience will be faboo.

# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 3/30/2005 7:23 AM  

I have plenty of tips :)
Call or email me if you need info.

# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 3/30/2005 9:49 PM  

Maria -- thanks for your congrats, I'm hoping residency and LA will be faboo too (love that word faboo)! I hope I may connect as well with my future patients as you do with yours, and have as many wonderful insightful experiences to share with others.

Abhi -- rock on, i'll be contacting you pronto. It'll be good to finally meet up too.

Saurav -- yay for smart docs! Thanks for your comments, i'm lovin' reading your blog, it makes me smarter and stuff :>

# posted by Blogger Unknown : 4/05/2005 7:39 PM  

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poem: history
They caught the peasant walking home from the field.
On the dark road they gagged him and cut off his nose.
This they took to the museum and stuck to the king's noseless statue.
Thus was born the history that is taught in schools.
     - Amitava Kumar, "History"
Willing to Fight
From Ani Difranco's "Willing to Fight":
"'cause i know the biggest crime
is just to throw up your hands
say
this has nothing to do with me
i just want to live as comfortably as i can
you got to look outside your eyes
you got to think outside your brain
you got to walk outside you life
to where the neighborhood changes"

Excerpts of lyrics to Ani Difranco's poem "Self-evident" (hear her recite this poem on her official website:

yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation...
here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll...
subcity
Lyrics from Tracy Chapman's "Subcity"

People say it doesn't exist
'Cause no one would like to admit
That there is a city underground
Where people live everyday
Off the waste and decay
Off the discards of their fellow man

Here in subcity life is hard
We can't receive any government relief
I'd like to please give Mr. President my honest regards
For disregarding me

They say there's too much crime in these city streets
My sentiments exactly
Government and big business hold the purse strings
When I worked I worked in the factories
I'm at the mercy of the world
I guess I'm lucky to be alive
They say we've fallen through the cracks
They say the system works
But we won't let it
Help
I guess they never stop to think
We might not just want handouts
But a way to make an honest living
Living this ain't living
the revolution will not be televised
Lyrics from Gill Scott Heron's "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.