My Evolution of Dance

Why do I love dance music? Because you can see an evolution of rhythms and sound patterns, reused, recycled, and repurposed. Old bits become new bits, and the artist marries just enough of the old and the new to skate the line between familiar and new territory. Let's take a look, using pokemon as an example. This is the Oddish.








Many years later, someone loves this track [how could you not honestly] and decides to take it to the next level. It evolves. Gloom.




Then the song gets taken to a new place. A little dirtier, a little meaner. The tune has gone through some stuff, lived some life, and to paraphrase an old roommate "it's seen a lot of shit in it's day." We have arrived at Vileplume.




What made me so inspired as to write this? Why this sweet ass track- it's giving me a little John Secada, a little Soul2Soul. Something in there is familiar, and it's from the 90s. And I love it.

Flowers

Easter lilies- apparently our data manager is the lily queen- she brought these in from her garden and they look fab- the picture doesn't really do them justice

Flowers pt 2

Calla lilies- these have been at my desk for over 2 weeks and haven't really gone bad at all. I -love- this vase for them- I think it really accents the shape of the blossom and I like how the vase displays them

XXXX Just Joined Facebook!

So I have a small love affair with Facebook news feed- it's sort of like a local gossip catchup dinner with mom, fuel for the fires of jealousy and hatred, and the police blotter all wrapped in to one. My only real issue is that some of the shit is really inane, especially this one-

Hank Hill just joined Facebook.

You both went to Indiana. If you know Hank , perhaps you should add Hank as a friend. See more people you may know.

What, are you now my aunts?
Sally: Matt, the grandson of someone I know from the moose just started at IU
Me: Uhh, ok, what's his name
Sally: His name is Earl Grey, and he's majoring in business
Me: well I'm in med school, 6 years older than he is, and the campus has more students than Marion has people. The name doesn't ring a bell.
Sally: Oh I just thought you might know them

Now I do that kind of stupid shit too, but I always preface it with "I realize you probably don't know them but..." which for some reason makes my question less asinine (it doesn't).

My Voice of Hope

Well, the name for the 2008 literary publication of the IU School of Medicine is “Reflections: Voices of Hope in our Community.” We FINALLY had an editorial board meeting about this today and I feel much better- I think I was sitting on more anxiety about this than I realized. Anyway, I am reinvigorated about this project for two main reasons, being-

1) I’m actually being given some creative latitude.

2) One of the main people on my editorial board totes thinks like me- he has an amazing way of disarming people and getting them to accept his point on a level that is not conscious to mere mortals. Even better is he’s usually pushing the same point I am.

3) Ok, there’s three. This is for everyone that’s rolled their eyes or given an “Oh….that” to my Internship. Eat a dick. What amazing thing did YOU do this summer?

Well, even though I am leaving my hot as all get out room on July 19^th I might not be in Bloomington so soon- apparently a girl I work with’s boyfriend’s dad owns a lot of vacant buildings downtown and might let me stay in one (?). This is bizarre because (Yay more lists)

1) I do not know this man or these properties

2) I am actually trying to just get every other day off

3) I could have used this before I payed $600 to sleep in satan’s shoebox on the southside

Behold the power of threes

~Matt

A Plan!

I've come up with a plan to save my sanity!

The place I'm renting in Indy needs to be paid up on the 19th of every month- this is my last month. After next weekend, I will no longer be staying in Indy every week. Furthermore, I am going to talk to my boss(es) about coming in every other day my last 2 weeks because

1) this is my last summer vacation ever and I've spent too much time sitting in an office just to break even financially
2) there is now a 3:1 person to bathroom ratio at this place I'm staying
3) the lack of using air conditioning is fucking ridiculous and I can't take it
4) I'll probably end up saving money this way anyway
5) I can go back to the gym

All of the stuff I'm doing could be done from home and only come in for meetings, but that's another story. There is now a light at the end of the tunnel.

Oh mondays

Feeling a little emotionally labile today. Realizing a lot of it has to do with Indianapolis living situation not really being calm or relaxing, nor do the people I live with turn on the air conditioning ever. Internship is beginning to lack either top-down-do-this-this-and-this structure or known parameters within which I am able to roam. I can either do a bunch of predetermined bullshit within deadlines or work some creative magic but only if I know what my scope and resources are, and especially if it involves getting creative to solve a problem. I know I'm getting paid either way and as long as I do what I'm told and don't flake out a lot I can get a good recommendation out of the program, but I've been doing a decent amount of surviving instead of living recently and I think it's wearing me down. I also have no idea how I ended up the omega intern. Cruel twist of fate- copious amounts of free time on the internet and no macromedia flash player. Argh.

Flash player seriously is the high fructose corn syrup of the internet- it is in shit you wouldn't even believe.

How to cure this whealing ennui? Well I found this book "Drawing with the Right Side of your Brain" or something like that that I had purchased on an impulse over spring break along with a cartooning book (I was on a drawing kick). Hopefully I can do one or two of those a night. I might even upload them to the old blog.

At some point I need to make a medshares update- Sanjay simultaneously influences me to post but also intimidates me.

I wish it were a nicer day out today- I recently discovered Garfield Park, which is kind of on my side of town and offers an opportunity to sit out in a nature slightly less taxidermied than suburbia.

MM...MS Paint

Oy- am I going to make it through this day?

Venti Vindication

Well, today I decided that this drinking tea thing in the morning is bullshit. I know that it still has caffeine in it, but it wasn't packing the usual punch.

I have been vindicated by WebMD

Not impressed

To: Everyone on the internet

Subject: I am not that impressed

Dear citizenry of the internet as a whole-

I am not impressed. Your myspace picture is not glam enough, you’re not displaying that you party like a rock star enough, and I’m not convinced you have travelled enough of the earth to give you perspective above your middle America middle class upbringing. I don’t think you care enough about certain issues like lost cats, abducted children, Barack Obama, or world hunger. Your musical tastes are pedestrian and your social circle is plebeian. Somewhere along the line, you seem to have missed that the tragic fall from grace that nabs a celebrity a headline must be proceeded by some sort of rise in order to produce contrast. You are merely perpetually stumbling.

Despite the fact that there has been an apparently tremendous effort to prove a point contrary to my conclusion, you have failed. Energy spent < minimum needed. I must reiterate- I am not impressed. You have not met the burden of proof. Please upload more pictures, get more wall posts, forward more emails, change your desktop, and otherwise rearrange the pieces of personality flair you have been electronically hoarding like a Bowerbird since your first AOL account.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I must post this to my blog, because everyone obviously cares about my opinion

~Matt

Marker

So yesterday I spent about an hour running over to the med campus, getting lost in Wishard (again), and trying to find the palliative care office to pick up a CD with an image file on it like I’m a friggin spy in 1986 (because why in the age of the internet do I need to physically go somewhere to get information). To top it off, the image that I thought I could possibly run as the cover of this booklet ended up being something thrown together in marker. I’m really going to hold out for the possibility that it was drawn by a kid with some kind of condition. Regardless, it is not going to be the cover. It has become apparent that I’m going to need to do some amateur photography here.

Not a Nymph

and pan

A nymph

Syrinx

Janktron 5000

So-

My office computer is extremely jank. Today I was trying to switch over to Firefox from a Word document (not open firefox, but just minimize word and bring firefox up) and both programs stopped responding. Thinking it was just some sort of technological belch, I went to the bathroom to come back with the computer in the same state. The computer wasn't fully frozen, just nothing was responding. I really don't think having open an internet browser and a word processor is too much to ask, this being mid 2008 and all. So, two reboots and an hour and a half later, I am working on a new computer that is responsive to keystrokes. The real beef here is that I don't quite understand how with the amount of money I pay for medical education at an institution that regularly wins national merits for its information technology, why can't I have a computer that functions properly?

Thanks duck

Nutrition

So I’m beginning to think that my motivation levels at work are related to taking or not taking my morning vitamin-

Although the vitamin does have Guarana in it (tisk tisk) which contains more caffeine than coffee

You know, I’m ok with the fact that I have a mild caffeine addiction and if I don’t get it I go through documented withdrawal symptoms

Performance

This weekend I had a bit of an epiphany and I also realized why my best friend is my best friend. On Sunday, instead of going back to Indianapolis in one of about 700 flood producing thunderstorms Indiana has had this summer (side note- watch for high food prices as over 30 million acres of farmland have been flooded out) I was watching Chicago with some friends and came to the realization that I love performing. Like really really love it. And so does Jessica, which is so cool.

It helps to explain the karaoke fetish (or the fact that, yes, I warm up before hand and have a repertoire of songs I use) and also the fact that both of us are going into careers where there is a bit of performance involved. I don’t think I’ll ever get to the point where I’ll just be the doctor, I think it’ll always be Matt playing the doctor at the time. I personally think I play the part rather well- as evidenced by being able to alter my manner when dealing with a very overprotective spastic parent. An endocrinologist and I talked about the way to deal with patients like that, and we both agreed that there is a bit of schmoozing that needs to be done in medicine- good thing I’m a charmer.

The wonderful thing about this is while I think I could have easily been a killer director of burlesque shows, this is where I am now and I still get to perform all the time. Granted, I will probably not get to gyrate as a backup dancer for Madonna or be Velma Kelly, but no one can stop me from singing my guts out in the car, or the shower, or from dreaming.

The power of performance as something sublimely transforming and almost mystical is something I’ve always thought of and am glad I’ve had the privilege of being involved with. Liza once hinted at something like that in her Inside the Actor’s Studio interview. It also is presented as that in this book I’ve been reading (actually read half and it is “in progress,” but I finished Dorian Gray so this is next), Trickster Makes this World, that performing/storytelling is the art of creating a clever lie and then getting people to believe it. I need to finish that book- it mashes up pretty well with Jungian psychology and if I’m going to be all about that, I guess I better read the shit. Maybe some people could use some transformative performance therapy. I mean, mindfulness therapy is already getting big attention, and that’s another one of those “no shit” ideas I’ve had.

The point of this is I’m glad that I know someone really loves performing as much a I do, and maybe that’s why Jessica and I get along so swimmingly.

~Matt

Mural 1

This is art one of 3 of a mural that I found painted on the back of a furniture store next to the place I lived my Sr year of college. There had been other wimpier tags (including some creep-o mickey mouse stencil with X's for eyes) but nothing really of this level. I wish I knew who did it- anyway there is a large vacant field in front of the wall and I hear some people are planting a garden in front of it- good. If there's one thing that frustrates me it's land that goes unused because the owner doesn't want to do anything with it. Patriarchy is intertwined with the need to control property above and beyond what one can personally manage, and we all know how I feel about the patriarchy.

Mural 2

Mural 3

Oy

if I have to hear any more statements about "my church" I will vomit

I now get the whole faith based life family values thing- basically surrender your social life to your church. It's a cute and old-fashioned way of ordering one's life that I'm not opposed to others doing, however please do not look down your nose at me because of how I choose to order mine, thx.