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Song #18

I Can Be A Frog - The Flaming Lips

Combining my favourite things at the moment, Karen O and The Flaming Lips.

Currently watching The Fearless Freaks, by Bradley Beesley. It arrived on the day the whole ridiculous Erykah Badu vs. Wayne Coyne beef started, so I think it was obvious who I was backing from the start there. 

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #19:
Souvenirs from friends last night, ace leaving gifts.

Photo #19:

Souvenirs from friends last night, ace leaving gifts.

(Source: omglolrofl)

Comment #18: The End.

And so I’m done, after 5 years. 

Last night was spectacular, with a brilliant sense of ‘I’m leaving here, let’s just say the unsaid’, in all it’s positive and negative forms. 

Now I just have a million books and guitars to pack up and then it’s goodbye Truro. Cornwall never delivered the sunshine it promised, so I can’t say I’ve seen it in it’s best light over the last 9 months. 

Anyway, I’m going to have to sleep for about 48 hours to recover. 

Song #17

We Can’t Be Beat - The Walkmen

Album - Heaven

Here’s that new Walkmen album, as promised. It’s a pretty relaxed one, with a much cleaner sound than their previous albums. The band never seem to progress, but frankly, they plateaued at a pretty damn good level. No stand out tracks beyond the first track so far, but it’s interesting to think this is still the same band that belted out seminal teenage hits like The Rat and Little House Of Savages. Almost every single one of their songs stands out as a timeless treat, something you can imagine being played by an undervalued house band at an East Coast American high school prom, or bowling alley, or ballroom. Somewhere still relying on a mirror-ball for scatter-shot ambience. 

They seem to have nailed the East Coast preppy vibe in a way that is nowhere near as cloying and short-lived as Vampire Weekend. They’re like the children of the protagonists in a Richard Yeats novel grew up and formed a band.

(Source: omglolrofl)

Photo #17
Birthday Action Shot.
Gylly’s, Falmouth.

Photo #17

Birthday Action Shot.

Gylly’s, Falmouth.

Comment #17: Medical School on Tumblr.

It’s always struck me how insufferably sincere and humourless the majority of medical school blogs/tumblrs are, as if everyone is constantly scared of the following:

a) Expressing interests outside of medicine, without having to preface it with a sentence about how ‘balance is important’. Why not just post stuff, out of a medical context, as it exists in your life: as relief.

b) Expressing opinions that are contrary to a prescribed curriculum, or that show some kind of critical thinking. As long as you’re not being offensive or breaking confidentiality, you’re allowed to express your own views.

c) Revealing the secret truth about medical school…. it’s actually not the pinnacle of stress/hard work/achievement… it’s as hard as you make it, and there are infinitely harder ways to make a living. People seem to perpetuate the myth that in order to do well at medical school you need to live as a caffeine-fuelled  zombie, who spends their entire lives in libraries. You don’t. As long as you sort your shit out, you can have as much free time as anyone else.

And believe me, the people that lose sight of the latter point are the ones that lose their passion and enjoyment of medicine the quickest. 

You can enter medicine with all the good intentions in the world, and have some sob story about how you’re inspired to be a doctor so you can cure (x) or help (y), but that won’t sustain you. Having a basic understanding that medicine can be fun, interesting, stimulating and entertaining will keep you going longer, and help you learn more. The less time you spend reading, and the more time you can spend talking to patients and health professionals will make you learn infinitely more about medicine and life.

So please, for christ’s sake, stop being so earnest, and dull, and sincere, and wholesome. I’m sure you’re scaring a lot of genuinely interesting people off when they think medical school is how you portray it. 

And if it really is like that in every other university, then jesus, come to the South-West of the UK and have some fun.

Song #16

Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Album- Kats Karavan - The History Of John Peel On The Radio

Been getting back into Yeah Yeah Yeahs in a big way lately. Their three major albums were just diverse masterworks of unbridled, sexy, cocksure awesomeness. Reading about Karen  Os recent psycho-opera, last performed in Sydney, I’m seriously hoping for a DVD release, or at the very least, an OST release. 

Creators Project videos about ‘Stop The Virgens’ (sic) - well worth a half hour, for incredible costumes, sets, music and the beautiful Karen O. 

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #16
Lanterns & London Eye

Photo #16

Lanterns & London Eye

Comment #16: 2 days.

I have two days left of my five years of medical school, and my 19 years of formal education. Isn’t that bizarre. In about two weeks time I’ll be able to call myself Dr. (…) and other than that, I’ll be exactly the same. 

Apologies for lack of content recently, been ridiculously busy. 

Song #15

Outdoor Miner - Wire

Album - Chairs Missing

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #15
Black Swan. 

Photo #15

Black Swan. 

Comment #15: 2012, a prophecy.

And as I stood and watched the streets, I witnessed the final proof of our doomed humanity, in this year of 2012. Our civilisation may not end in an apocalyptic ball of flames, but the soul of our people is most certainly beyond repair.

And what was it that made me come to this conclusion?

An obese woman, eating a dribbling tuna-melt Subway with one hand, and with the other she was leading her toddler into Ann Summers.

Stay classy humanity.

Song #14

Brains - Lower Dens

Album - Nootropics

This album is a stormer. Talk about bucking the sophomore slump. 

Which reminds me. Grandaddy are coming back…

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #14
Parque Eduardo VII - Lisbon, Portugal.
Last one from Lisbon, I promise. 

Photo #14

Parque Eduardo VII - Lisbon, Portugal.

Last one from Lisbon, I promise. 

Comment #14: Protest

As much as I object to paying double pension contributions, and I feel that doctors shouldn’t be exempt from exerting strike-based leverage because of the nature of their job and the difficult compromise of patient care that then results, if they think that the public are going to sympathise with one of the highest paid professions complaining about receiving one of the best pensions available then they’re idiots.

It just gives the government as easy way to exploit public reaction to pit them against medical professionals. A political party as lacking in principles as our current hybrid-government, and one that has a track record of compromising not once in the last two years, is just going to use it as another excuse to turf over the NHS to godawful private companies like Serco. 

My plan would be to wait it out and just hope that karma eventually locks Lansley up in a Serco run prison for being the corrupt, ignorant scum that he is. 

Song #18

I Can Be A Frog - The Flaming Lips

Combining my favourite things at the moment, Karen O and The Flaming Lips.

Currently watching The Fearless Freaks, by Bradley Beesley. It arrived on the day the whole ridiculous Erykah Badu vs. Wayne Coyne beef started, so I think it was obvious who I was backing from the start there. 

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #19:
Souvenirs from friends last night, ace leaving gifts.

Photo #19:

Souvenirs from friends last night, ace leaving gifts.

(Source: omglolrofl)

Comment #18: The End.

And so I’m done, after 5 years. 

Last night was spectacular, with a brilliant sense of ‘I’m leaving here, let’s just say the unsaid’, in all it’s positive and negative forms. 

Now I just have a million books and guitars to pack up and then it’s goodbye Truro. Cornwall never delivered the sunshine it promised, so I can’t say I’ve seen it in it’s best light over the last 9 months. 

Anyway, I’m going to have to sleep for about 48 hours to recover. 

Song #17

We Can’t Be Beat - The Walkmen

Album - Heaven

Here’s that new Walkmen album, as promised. It’s a pretty relaxed one, with a much cleaner sound than their previous albums. The band never seem to progress, but frankly, they plateaued at a pretty damn good level. No stand out tracks beyond the first track so far, but it’s interesting to think this is still the same band that belted out seminal teenage hits like The Rat and Little House Of Savages. Almost every single one of their songs stands out as a timeless treat, something you can imagine being played by an undervalued house band at an East Coast American high school prom, or bowling alley, or ballroom. Somewhere still relying on a mirror-ball for scatter-shot ambience. 

They seem to have nailed the East Coast preppy vibe in a way that is nowhere near as cloying and short-lived as Vampire Weekend. They’re like the children of the protagonists in a Richard Yeats novel grew up and formed a band.

(Source: omglolrofl)

Photo #17
Birthday Action Shot.
Gylly’s, Falmouth.

Photo #17

Birthday Action Shot.

Gylly’s, Falmouth.

Comment #17: Medical School on Tumblr.

It’s always struck me how insufferably sincere and humourless the majority of medical school blogs/tumblrs are, as if everyone is constantly scared of the following:

a) Expressing interests outside of medicine, without having to preface it with a sentence about how ‘balance is important’. Why not just post stuff, out of a medical context, as it exists in your life: as relief.

b) Expressing opinions that are contrary to a prescribed curriculum, or that show some kind of critical thinking. As long as you’re not being offensive or breaking confidentiality, you’re allowed to express your own views.

c) Revealing the secret truth about medical school…. it’s actually not the pinnacle of stress/hard work/achievement… it’s as hard as you make it, and there are infinitely harder ways to make a living. People seem to perpetuate the myth that in order to do well at medical school you need to live as a caffeine-fuelled  zombie, who spends their entire lives in libraries. You don’t. As long as you sort your shit out, you can have as much free time as anyone else.

And believe me, the people that lose sight of the latter point are the ones that lose their passion and enjoyment of medicine the quickest. 

You can enter medicine with all the good intentions in the world, and have some sob story about how you’re inspired to be a doctor so you can cure (x) or help (y), but that won’t sustain you. Having a basic understanding that medicine can be fun, interesting, stimulating and entertaining will keep you going longer, and help you learn more. The less time you spend reading, and the more time you can spend talking to patients and health professionals will make you learn infinitely more about medicine and life.

So please, for christ’s sake, stop being so earnest, and dull, and sincere, and wholesome. I’m sure you’re scaring a lot of genuinely interesting people off when they think medical school is how you portray it. 

And if it really is like that in every other university, then jesus, come to the South-West of the UK and have some fun.

Song #16

Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Album- Kats Karavan - The History Of John Peel On The Radio

Been getting back into Yeah Yeah Yeahs in a big way lately. Their three major albums were just diverse masterworks of unbridled, sexy, cocksure awesomeness. Reading about Karen  Os recent psycho-opera, last performed in Sydney, I’m seriously hoping for a DVD release, or at the very least, an OST release. 

Creators Project videos about ‘Stop The Virgens’ (sic) - well worth a half hour, for incredible costumes, sets, music and the beautiful Karen O. 

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #16
Lanterns & London Eye

Photo #16

Lanterns & London Eye

Comment #16: 2 days.

I have two days left of my five years of medical school, and my 19 years of formal education. Isn’t that bizarre. In about two weeks time I’ll be able to call myself Dr. (…) and other than that, I’ll be exactly the same. 

Apologies for lack of content recently, been ridiculously busy. 

Song #15

Outdoor Miner - Wire

Album - Chairs Missing

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #15
Black Swan. 

Photo #15

Black Swan. 

Comment #15: 2012, a prophecy.

And as I stood and watched the streets, I witnessed the final proof of our doomed humanity, in this year of 2012. Our civilisation may not end in an apocalyptic ball of flames, but the soul of our people is most certainly beyond repair.

And what was it that made me come to this conclusion?

An obese woman, eating a dribbling tuna-melt Subway with one hand, and with the other she was leading her toddler into Ann Summers.

Stay classy humanity.

Song #14

Brains - Lower Dens

Album - Nootropics

This album is a stormer. Talk about bucking the sophomore slump. 

Which reminds me. Grandaddy are coming back…

(Source: Spotify)

Photo #14
Parque Eduardo VII - Lisbon, Portugal.
Last one from Lisbon, I promise. 

Photo #14

Parque Eduardo VII - Lisbon, Portugal.

Last one from Lisbon, I promise. 

Comment #14: Protest

As much as I object to paying double pension contributions, and I feel that doctors shouldn’t be exempt from exerting strike-based leverage because of the nature of their job and the difficult compromise of patient care that then results, if they think that the public are going to sympathise with one of the highest paid professions complaining about receiving one of the best pensions available then they’re idiots.

It just gives the government as easy way to exploit public reaction to pit them against medical professionals. A political party as lacking in principles as our current hybrid-government, and one that has a track record of compromising not once in the last two years, is just going to use it as another excuse to turf over the NHS to godawful private companies like Serco. 

My plan would be to wait it out and just hope that karma eventually locks Lansley up in a Serco run prison for being the corrupt, ignorant scum that he is. 

Comment #18: The End.
Comment #17: Medical School on Tumblr.
Comment #16: 2 days.
Comment #15: 2012, a prophecy.
Comment #14: Protest

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