of you, scent of your
hair, light of your
eyes, colour of your
the shape of your
hands, on my
how not to be useless
1mmHg = 1.36cmH2O = 0.133kPa = 0.0193PSI
Every time I whip up something fantabulous of the vegetarian/vegan variety I would think ‘hmm, I could be a vegetarian/vegan.’
Almost immediately, my brain will remind me: ‘hmm, won’t it be nice if this was topped with bacon.’
It’s never always; and never never.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
- Maya Angelou
have grown to love walking in the wilderness so much after Tasmania :) mountains + valleys + skies + you. all i need, really.
Alice: How long is forever?Lewis Carroll
White rabbit: Sometimes, just one second.
In memory of
Revision of the control of gastric acid secretion has suddenly brought to the surface memories of one of the greatest teachers I’ve every had in my 6 years at medical school. He was our physiology tutor for just a couple months in the 1st year but the impact he’s left on me (unwittingly) is unmeasured. I’ve never been a fan of physiology and perhaps never will - whatever knowledge and interest I have on these topics are all imparted by him. The clarity of his teaching, his systematic way of thinking (and making us think), his precise dissection and resolution of our questions - safe to say, those were the best hours of learning in my life, and will stay in my memory in time to come. Together with the teacher himself.
I had no idea that while he was turning up every week before our scheduled tutorials to answer questions, he had already been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. I heard nothing of him until the news of his passing away came just two years later. Reading the Physiology Society’s homage to him, I realised that there were many aspects of him beyond the classroom that I hadn’t known about, but equally endearing. Beyond sadness, beyond my heavy heart, I will cherish the memory of Dr David Shirley.