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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Friday, Saturday and Sunday in January
Okay, these past days are blog-worthy. Well, everyday is, but I just don't sometimes.
Friday:
Had two interviews at stem cell laboratories at UCSF (the premier medical research institute in the U.S.)
Accepted one position with Dr. Holger Willenbring, a german guy who is really nice, respectful and very accomplished. I am very excited to work with him. He is just starting out as a PI (principal investigator): setting up a new lab, buy equipment, hiring staff. This is a real chance to work hard toward more notoriety in the medical research field, and have a better chance at medical school.
Saturday:
Drove up to Lake Tahoe and saw my favorite family in the entire world (next to my own). Ally's parents flew from Vermont. As per the usual with Jeff, Mark, Anne and Ally. was made to feel like a part of the family. I really can't reiterate enough how much I enjoy spending time with them.
Soon after Bill and I arrived in South Lake we met Ally, Bryce and the Miserocchi parents in a very cozy grill and bar. Jeff and I fell into our old routine of discussing random but provocative topics, running the gamut from embarrassing things done while drunk to a systematic dissection of the primeval feeling induced but a hot and roaring hearth. Complete absorbed in our conversation about Mark's new-found acting career, I casually glanced out of the window and was met with a visa of lake and white-flocked mountain. I realized something then, something that people have said--possibly on a daily basis--,but I've always disregarded as a silly sentimental adage. I heard it in my mind then, as loud as every voice around me.
"Home is where the heart is."
And for the first time I fully bathed in the truth and beauty of that possibility.
Sunday:
I went riding, or attempted to do so. It was so much fun. For the most part, I ate it, a lot. I'm still sore and predict to be so until late February. Heavenly was just that. The views were incredible, a mountain range divided two very different lands: on one side Nevada with it's parched looking, brown, but snow spectacled interior; on the other, California: all snow covered alpine mountains, majestic set against the perfect blue sky. And of course let me not forget the lake that sits like a beautiful blue bowl in a sink of some of the shapeliest mountains I've seen.
I had a great time. Thats about all I've got for a conclusion. Check out facebook for photos.
Friday:
Had two interviews at stem cell laboratories at UCSF (the premier medical research institute in the U.S.)
Accepted one position with Dr. Holger Willenbring, a german guy who is really nice, respectful and very accomplished. I am very excited to work with him. He is just starting out as a PI (principal investigator): setting up a new lab, buy equipment, hiring staff. This is a real chance to work hard toward more notoriety in the medical research field, and have a better chance at medical school.
Saturday:
Drove up to Lake Tahoe and saw my favorite family in the entire world (next to my own). Ally's parents flew from Vermont. As per the usual with Jeff, Mark, Anne and Ally. was made to feel like a part of the family. I really can't reiterate enough how much I enjoy spending time with them.
Soon after Bill and I arrived in South Lake we met Ally, Bryce and the Miserocchi parents in a very cozy grill and bar. Jeff and I fell into our old routine of discussing random but provocative topics, running the gamut from embarrassing things done while drunk to a systematic dissection of the primeval feeling induced but a hot and roaring hearth. Complete absorbed in our conversation about Mark's new-found acting career, I casually glanced out of the window and was met with a visa of lake and white-flocked mountain. I realized something then, something that people have said--possibly on a daily basis--,but I've always disregarded as a silly sentimental adage. I heard it in my mind then, as loud as every voice around me.
"Home is where the heart is."
And for the first time I fully bathed in the truth and beauty of that possibility.
Sunday:
I went riding, or attempted to do so. It was so much fun. For the most part, I ate it, a lot. I'm still sore and predict to be so until late February. Heavenly was just that. The views were incredible, a mountain range divided two very different lands: on one side Nevada with it's parched looking, brown, but snow spectacled interior; on the other, California: all snow covered alpine mountains, majestic set against the perfect blue sky. And of course let me not forget the lake that sits like a beautiful blue bowl in a sink of some of the shapeliest mountains I've seen.
I had a great time. Thats about all I've got for a conclusion. Check out facebook for photos.
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