Shit premeds get excited about

C reading his email: “I’m invited to an ‘Academic Awards Party?’ What the heck is that? Awards for what?”

2 minutes of excited reading later…

C: “Oh, jk. Academy Awards Party. That’s tonight right?”

T: facepalm*

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On that note, how gorgeous was Emma Stone tonight?

Love them music videos

C and I love those med school music videos (like those by ZDoggMD).

We’ve also been addicted (like everybody else in the world) to Goyte’s song “Somebody that I used to know,” particularly Walk Off the Earth’s cover with 5 people playing/singing off of one guitar.

Anyways, this is all just to say that a really good med school parody of that song really brightened our day:

*Spoiler*: The girl has such a great voice!

In search of art

I have never been a great appreciator of visual art. Like many who spend their times in the lab rather than the gallery, I haven’t had the exposure to intellectually appreciate visual art. Very little art has the ability to appeal directly to human aesthetics; rather it is often our understanding of art’s principles, circumstances and history that make it pleasurable. And I have little understanding.

But is it art? (C: "No")

The drive to live an “intellectual life” is a powerful one that can be accomplished in a number of different ways, and I always knew that my way would not involve visual arts. In 1873, Philip Gilbert Hamerton voiced our current understanding of The Intellectual Life in his book of the same name. He writes,

It is strictly true that the three intellectual pursuits – literature, science, and the fine arts – are all of them strong stimulants, and that men are attracted to them by the stimulus they give,. But these occupations are morally much nearer to the common level of other occupations than you suppose. There is no doubt  a certain intoxication in poetry and painting; but I have seen a tradesman find a fully equivalent intoxication in an addition of figures showing a delightful balance at his bankers.

I think about this quotation every time C’s eyes brighten at the thought of medicine – an article in the NYT about a new device, beautiful immunostaining in a Nature Medicine paper, free surgery videos on the internet. And I think about this the few times I was memorably brought to tears by listening to Abraham Verghese speak, or Pauline Chen write about their emotional encounters with patients.

Yet, I used to laugh at C and pity him for his narrow minded love of only medicine.

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