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| all right, this should be the last phone number for me for at least 3 years: (617) 610-0330. call me cuz i don't have anyone's numbers! (yes i do have a legitimate excuse, i had verizon before grenada but i gave my grandma my phone to use and now my phone book is gone, the end.) | | |
| so i've been a bit lax about keeping you up to date on my status. actually, no, i have to admit i kept you in the dark on purpose =). but anyhow, i applied to transfer out of the caribbean, to further my chances in the american system, and i got in. whoohoo. so i'm moving to philly as of august 4th. if anyone's ever in the area, let me know! | | |
| watching the world cup in a country where football is a national past-time is highly entertaining, to say the least. all the games are projected on big screens in our lecture halls and fans bearing team colors pack the halls to shout obscenities at the opponents and cheer enthusiastically for their homes (or whichever countries they care to commit to).
so today i watched my first whole soccer game ever. first off, at the mall there is a big plasma tv and all the locals congregate there to watch sporting events (namely cricket and soccer). so we were there for lunch while the czechs lost horrendously to ghana. so that upped the stakes for the us/italia game that we were going to watch later in the afternoon. i don't know if that was the best game for me to start on seeing as there were 3 red cards, a really wacky goal for the americans and other stuff that will probably skew my expectations of games in the future.
but, i have to say i finally understand all the hullabaloo surrounding the world cup. it's fun watching with a crowd of excited people! and now i too am an excited people  . | | |
| so i'm in philly right now and watching the news i don't know whether i ought to be disgusted at the propaganda or appalled at the number of unecessary killings that go on in this city. can i see myself living here? who would guess driving down green lined boulevards that the city's crime rate is one of the highest in the nation? or that it has one of the poorest markets despite the plethora of brand name universities here? i wonder...
grenada deprived shopping - never a good idea. but i bought this amazing dress, couldn't resist really, fit like it'd been made for me. sadly it's also an excuse to buy shoes =).
so on my flight here, i was sitting in front of our dean of students and we were chatting about this and that. in san juan he asks if i have anything to do to pass the time (8 hour layover) and i say no, i'll sit and study. and he says, wait for me outside customs. i spend the next 5+ hours in the admirals club, cooly sipping bloody marys with the dean and also the director of the public health department. we discuss the state of grenadian health reform, the accreditation status of the MPH program, i'm encouraged to invest in land in grenada (i counter with.. my life belongs to SGU, i can't afford it). i make some witty repartees, you know.. gosh, i love how my school works.
tomorrow i'm going to sample the reknowned philly cheesesteak. pats? genos? jims? prolly not geno's considering the brou ha ha over his "order in english only" sign.
okay, yes this is a pathetic post and it only went up because of beaudry's plea.. i hope you're happy.
read blink by malcolm gladwell if you haven't already. | | |
| has it really been over 2 months since i've last posted? sheesh, i'm sorry about that!
anyhow, something for the science nerds out there. yesterday night i went to a charity function at the Grenadian Governor General's house and met Dr. Edmond H. Fischer, the 1992 Noble Prize Laureate. he won in conjuction with Krebs for figuring that protein phosphorylation plays a key role in biological regulation. pretty much he's the protein kinase "bossmon" as they say here on the island. he was a goofy old chap but it was still an honor!
tomorrow's valentine's day. i don't care if it's overrated and disgustingly pink, my boyfriend is still thousands of miles away and i'm going to be a big cheese and say i miss him. | | |
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