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|Latest Entry:||Peter Pan Was Never My Friend. Or, Ambition as a Mode of Time Travel. (4/4/06)|
|Last Seen:||4/4/06 @ 7:00:45 PM PST|
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Email: surrogate_sonance at hotmail dot com
|Birthday||September 27th, 1984|
|surrogate sonance in one sentence:|
|we do not grow absolutely, chronologically. we grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. we grow partially. we are relative. we are mature in one realm, childish in another. the past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. we are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
|Where is surrogate sonance headed,
What is surrogate sonance doing?
|arizona state: biomedical engineering: research & design: medical devices and diagnostics. For now: FDA regulatory and comparative testing on developmental biopsy products.|
|Motto:||I speak to you like the chorus to the verse.|
|Turn Ons:||I'm an eye girl.
The ones that win in the end are the ones that make me think. It's really as simple as that.
Someone who reminds me that there is more to life than class/the past/the future...
A desire to see the world. Promise to take me someplace amazing, and I'm yours.
People who know their shit and can express themselves: literature, art, music, whatever. If you kick ass, I dig it.
Professors who get so into what they're lecturing that you forget you're in class, and want them to keep going when classtime is up.
The ocean. Water in general, really.
|Turn Offs:||Unreasonable arrogance. (Reasonable arrogance, on the other hand, is hot.)
Not having your shit together... It's one thing to be disorganized, but, you've all met that one guy who can't seem to keep it all straight, no matter what "it all" is.
Adults who behave like juveniles.
The inevitable classmate whom you know damn well is capable of doing their own work, but would rather create the akward lab situation where you have to ignore the fact that everything is on a curve and help them out anways. Actually, this infuriates me.
The girls who hang out in the study rooms of Nobel library just so they can watch the o-chem boys.
|Hobbies, skills, interests:||I'm likely that kid in your tough class, whether it be calc III, philosophy, or econ, that you hate, because she already knows the answer. The deal is: its all your perception. Whatever it is about me that makes you think that I'm the way I am, you're likely wrong.
I spend obscene amounts of time writing and hanging around in labs. But these aren't your high school labs. I own a labcoat, and that makes me happy.
The problem with engineering is that in order to be any good at it, you must pursue it exclusive of basically everything else in your life.
I force myself to make time for (in no particular order): coffee, piano and guitar, reading that has nothing to do with class, hiking, seeing fun places, Paul.
|What am I listening to, watching, or otherwise entertaining myself with?:||Reading:
Fiction -- The usual: Bradbury, Asimov, Rand. I'm re-reading Brave New World. Its one of those things I go back to every year, and now is the time. I'd like to read some Tolstoy, he makes me smile. We'll see.
Non-Fic -- If you have time (its long, but pleasantly easy to get through), I strongly recommend Bill Bryson's "A Short History of Nearly Everything". Whether you hate science or you're an MD, he has something to teach you, and will entertain you while he does so. Quite well, in fact.
And: States of Mind. Take 8 of the best neuroscientists and psychologists, (yay noble prize winners and NIH presidents) and have them write colloquially about the most interesting things that we're still trying to figure out about the brain. [Yes, I said colloquially. If you don't know what that means, I hate you.]
Journals and such -- I'm going to be intimately familiar with and very tired of the FDA soon. But I still get childishly giddy reading about this stuff. My latest kick: cardiovascular gene therapy.
Music: As of late, I'm digging through the old stuff. I pulled 3eb and ben folds out from the bottom of the stack. I listen to enough b.b. king and ray charles right now to likely annoy my roomate, if she's not into blues. My little sister lent me some cds, and I'm playing them too much as well.
Oh, and Holst makes studying for finals a degree less insufferable.
I've entered the real world. I'm working 40 hours a week, and I love it. No class this summer makes me very, very happy. Its nice to finally be doing something productive within the medical field. (And making money while doing it is just one of life's added bonuses.)
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