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Manifest Destiny: A Timeline

WED - 2/29 Final talk with JT. Got the GREEN light that the move was approved. 

         2/29 SUPERHYPE!! Moving to San Diego has become a REALITY!

THURS - 3/1 10:00am Resigned at Jefferson. Put in month notice.

            3/1 11:00am Facebook status about me leaving

            3/1 11:45am Txts and Phone call from Ex-GF, (JT’s older sister) in full spaz/breakdown mode about me crashing with her younger brother. Heeere we go!

FRI - 3/2: 3:00am Pissed off call from JT asking “what did you say to my sister?!”

        3/2 11:00am Call from JT explaining what I said. He apparently received emails from sister and mother completely unhappy about the move and his offer to me

 SAT - 3/3 2:00pm Email from JT retracting offer. I am now HOMELESS in 2 cities

          3/3 Emails exchanged between the 3 of us. She said this is make or break for her. Me moving 3000 miles away with her brother affects her life how??

SUN - 3/4 Facebook Going Away Party event scheduled and sent. Still going! YOLO

FRI - 3/9 JT forwards me an email about his friend needing a roommate. 2 girls

        3/9 I make first contact. Seems cool. I am now tentatively renting a living room with 2 random girls in Mission Valley. Less than a mile from Chargers stadium

SAT - 3/17 St. Patty’s in Philly. Hammertime! Lost keys. Taking it as a sign. Dont need

MON - 3/19 2 WEEKS TIL LIFTOFF

          3/19 Still applying for jobs nonstop. Calling in every connection possible Fingers crossed

jtotheizzoe:

Nanopore DNA Sequencing

Does that mean anything to you? It should. People who know me know that I am prone to hyperbole (e.g. “This is the best freakin’ sandwich I have ever had, like, in history”), but believe me when I say that This. Changes. Everything.

Critics of genomics (even Craig Venter, “Mr. Genome” himself) have lamented the fact that sequencing our genome has not resulted in discovering the genetic basis of every disease. We have learned that human biology is orders of magnitude more complicated, redundant and networked than we ever imagined. But many people (including me) believe that we will only learn what we need to by sequencing more genomes.

Technologies like Oxford Nanopore’s, should they live up to their promises (or even half their promises), will make genome sequencing so cheap and so fast, that we will no longer be limited by how much genetic data we can assemble, only what we can process.

We will have to make sure that this doesn’t get applied to medicine all willy-nilly (true personalized medicine is still far-off), and watching for genomic snake oil hucksters will fall on all of our shoulders (they should be tarred, and then feathered). Kids: study that computer science. We’re gonna have a LOT of data to analyze.

I MEAN SERIOUSLY! THEY MADE A GENOME SEQUENCER THE SIZE OF A USB DRIVE THAT COSTS LESS THAN $1,000!! I’M LOSING MY MIND HERE!

Previously: Genome sequencing facts

(via Oxford Nanopore on Vimeo, for more check out Nature News)

I want one! I bet I have the Manliest Double Helix this side of the Mississippi

It's Okay To Be Smart: Where we came from: 10 YEARS: The amount of time that it took to...

jtotheizzoe:

Where we came from:
  • 10 YEARS: The amount of time that it took to sequence the first human genome, at a cost of $2.7 billion.
  • 9.5 YEARS: The amount of time that it would take you to read the human genome, continuously, were it printed in a book. Oh, and that book would be the size of 200…

I bet my genius knucklehead jersey best buddy would love this…PhD Geneticist @ Harvard Med. Kid loves fruit fly gametes….what a pervert!

I’m itching for some of that fresh POW!!! Where’s it at east coast??!!

I’m itching for some of that fresh POW!!! Where’s it at east coast??!!

I for one hate social media and dream of a day where complete technological annihilation forces us back to the days when cell phones, facebook, twitter, etc…were just a figment. Nonetheless, until then, this is actually a beneficial example of what social media can provide.  This was too eye-opening not to reblog, so….read on

jtotheizzoe:

Twitter Tracks Cholera Outbreaks Faster Than Health Authorities
Shortly after the 2010 earthquake and hurricane that struck the country, Haiti was (and is) deeply immersed in an outbreak of cholera. Amazingly, social networks accurately tracked the spread of the disease, faster and more accurately than traditional tracking methods. As Rumi Chunara of Harvard Medical School details in CHE:

The social media matched the official reports very closely right at the start of the outbreak, in October 2010, and right after another surge when the hurricane hit, in early November. But the reports were ahead of the official records by two weeks. And with Twitter in particular, they identified the geographic locations of the cases “because a lot of people were Tweeting from their phones, right where they saw patients” in villages, Ms. Chunara said. Not all cholera patients go to hospitals to be counted officially, she noted.

It’s safe to assume that tracking a disease by social media alone wouldn’t be perfect, and further studies will be required to prove that this is a reliable method by which to base the distribution of medicine and supplies. Even a few days advantage can make a huge difference in an outbreak like this, though. By tracking real-time data, patients could be located and catalogued before they even saw a doctor.
I’m fascinated by the blossoming uses of geographic information coming out of Twitter’s API. Just this week, these infographics by Eric Fischer showed up on FastCo.Design:

You can practically re-draw traditional maps based on the density and geography of geotagged tweets. The possibilities for real-time information tracking seem endless (for good and evil). Any ideas?
(via The Chronicle of Higher Education, photo by AP)

I for one hate social media and dream of a day where complete technological annihilation forces us back to the days when cell phones, facebook, twitter, etc…were just a figment. Nonetheless, until then, this is actually a beneficial example of what social media can provide.  This was too eye-opening not to reblog, so….read on

jtotheizzoe:

Twitter Tracks Cholera Outbreaks Faster Than Health Authorities

Shortly after the 2010 earthquake and hurricane that struck the country, Haiti was (and is) deeply immersed in an outbreak of cholera. Amazingly, social networks accurately tracked the spread of the disease, faster and more accurately than traditional tracking methods. As Rumi Chunara of Harvard Medical School details in CHE:

The social media matched the official reports very closely right at the start of the outbreak, in October 2010, and right after another surge when the hurricane hit, in early November. But the reports were ahead of the official records by two weeks. And with Twitter in particular, they identified the geographic locations of the cases “because a lot of people were Tweeting from their phones, right where they saw patients” in villages, Ms. Chunara said. Not all cholera patients go to hospitals to be counted officially, she noted.

It’s safe to assume that tracking a disease by social media alone wouldn’t be perfect, and further studies will be required to prove that this is a reliable method by which to base the distribution of medicine and supplies. Even a few days advantage can make a huge difference in an outbreak like this, though. By tracking real-time data, patients could be located and catalogued before they even saw a doctor.

I’m fascinated by the blossoming uses of geographic information coming out of Twitter’s API. Just this week, these infographics by Eric Fischer showed up on FastCo.Design:

You can practically re-draw traditional maps based on the density and geography of geotagged tweets. The possibilities for real-time information tracking seem endless (for good and evil). Any ideas?

(via The Chronicle of Higher Education, photo by AP)

Cephalocaudal Development Defined

Cephalocaudal Development Defined

Its the Holiday Season…so Boop De Doop

The season of giving is upon us and all I’m asking the FatMan for this year is “acceptance”.  I’ve embarked on my 4th or 5th consecutive season(lost count) of applications to post-bacc or graduate programs, this season’s being accelerated BSN programs, and I’m getting that all too familiar feeling of failure creeping over me like a sweaty drunken homo on the prowl for breeder flesh as I walk thru the gayboorhood of Philly.  Yea, you always feel em coming before they get to you. 

As the story goes, my sub-par gpa is the bane of my professional existence.  A few bad semesters and shit grades have relegated me to have the word “technician” permanently stamped on my post-collegiate ass.  When Lorenzo spoke to Calogero in a Bronx Tale (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106489/) he said it best, “the saddest thing in life is wasted talent”.  If Lorenzo could see me now, he’d put a leather belt whooping to my scrawny ass that would make Sonny cringe.  In my quest for an elevated degree in medicine I’ve accumulated upwards of 160+ credits, multiple certifications, and have at least a $G worth of official transcripts sent to various academic hotspots on the lower 48.  Couldn’t be more frustrated with the entire process, but at this point I’m fully invested.  Loans have been taken, debt amassed and goals set…but if someone doesn’t send me an acceptance letter I’m burning this mothafucka down!!!

As Gary and Lorraine can attest, I’m a virtual Kris GD Kringle of Christmas spirit and energy.  Over numerous late December season’s I’ve put myself into debt doling out gifts and merriment for the schmoes I happen to love in my life.  Karma has to roll this kids way sometime right? I’ll keep puttering away, spending my shit wiping, nut-case restraining money on this life goal.  It is what I want.  Medicine is where I have firmly dug myself in like the tick that sucks on the gnarled armpit of your aging schnauzer.

But one thing is worth mentioning.  One decade previous, this past summer’s time, I sat upon a wooden bench early in the morning writing my life goals on a crumpled scrap of paper since lost.  On this Camp America (www.camp-america.com) cabin seat I penned an age where I vowed to make a change if the path I was walking was not firmly defined…..that birthday has recently came and went.  I shall give it thru the spring. When the snow melts and the robin’s eggs crack these legs may head West young man…

Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail”.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

One Body, One Machine

1)The mind is primary
2) Outcome-based training (train for an objective)
3) Functional training (high degree of transferability)
4) Movements not muscles (transferable training does not isolate muscles)
5) Power-to-weight ratio (you must carry the engine)
6) Train all energy systems (emphasize the important but not at the expense of others)
7) Training is preparation for the real thing (train FOR something)
8) The mind is primary II (confidence, chemicals, carriage)
9) Nutrition is the foundation (eat for an objective)
10) Recovery is more than 50% of the process

- This “borrowed” training philosophy was resurrected from the Gym Jones website.  The brain of Mark Twight, a training pioneer and mountaineering legend, is a twisted and fascinating beast

(Source: gymjones.com)

Mooney Falls - Supai Indian Reservation - Supai, AZ
A 3:00am wakeup call began our quest from Sin City to the Havasupai Indian Reservation on August 21, 2011. Drew and I hit Hualapai Hilltop at 7:30 and descended into the Grand Canyon’s western end. 12 miles and approximately 3 hours later our hike culminated at the picture you see before you.  190 feet of cascading blue-green water.  Unlike any river you’ll cast your retinas upon, the spectacular color of the water is created by the large amount of calcium carbonate(lime) and travertine that it passes through on its meanderance through the canyon.  This is the 3rd waterfall in the Havasupai reservation, followed by Navajo and Havasu falls before it. Drew and I spent a good two hours at this site snappin pics, laying out and just basking in the beauty of Supai.  We began the long hike back around 3pm.  Here are some highlights of that trek…
Drew’s shoes stayed overloaded with Supai red sand that created a thick red mustard paste betwixt his toes that hindered our ascent greatly…we gradually expended our stockhold of water, gatorade, and clif bars as we burned through our glycogen stores trudging toward the rent-a-car to our hopeful survival…walked past emaciated beasts of burden weakened to the ribs and standing in unshaded pastures of Arizona sun waiting to die…the amount of discarded gatorade bottles and plastic footprints left by previous hikers was redonkulous, if one was so inclined they could make a pretty penny collecting and turning the mass of plastic for recycle (lightbulb), a drunken 300lb waste of an american native stopped us on his ride back home. He told tales of flash floods, murder, and drunken college hikers and how the governement is holding them down - THE MAN strikes again!, finally we reached the sign pointing us up switchbacks towards Hualapai Hilltop. As we ascended we became acutely aware that we were not climbing the route we descended some 12 hours earlier.  The very real possibility of spending a night in the Canyon became apparent.  I was whining like a bitch, drew stood reticent to my whimperings and powered forward.  Sitting Bull, Mother Earth or General Custer must have been watching over us that day…because at just the moment before we descended back to the canyon floor to reroute our track, a family of 3 came upon us and told us we were only 20 minutes from the plateau. Safety was only a mile and half full of switchbacks beyond us.  Quad splitting, gastroc tearing, battery acid through our veins pumping, no sweat left in our bodies salt skin having switchbacks….we crested the parking lot just as the sun set on the Western Rim of the Canyon. Fully alive yet barely able to move. 
Accomplishment beyond the realm of what one assumed possible creates immense pride and robust confidence in their abilities and physical and mental limits. The bar has been reset….Whats next??

Mooney Falls - Supai Indian Reservation - Supai, AZ

A 3:00am wakeup call began our quest from Sin City to the Havasupai Indian Reservation on August 21, 2011. Drew and I hit Hualapai Hilltop at 7:30 and descended into the Grand Canyon’s western end. 12 miles and approximately 3 hours later our hike culminated at the picture you see before you.  190 feet of cascading blue-green water.  Unlike any river you’ll cast your retinas upon, the spectacular color of the water is created by the large amount of calcium carbonate(lime) and travertine that it passes through on its meanderance through the canyon.  This is the 3rd waterfall in the Havasupai reservation, followed by Navajo and Havasu falls before it. Drew and I spent a good two hours at this site snappin pics, laying out and just basking in the beauty of Supai.  We began the long hike back around 3pm.  Here are some highlights of that trek…

Drew’s shoes stayed overloaded with Supai red sand that created a thick red mustard paste betwixt his toes that hindered our ascent greatly…we gradually expended our stockhold of water, gatorade, and clif bars as we burned through our glycogen stores trudging toward the rent-a-car to our hopeful survival…walked past emaciated beasts of burden weakened to the ribs and standing in unshaded pastures of Arizona sun waiting to die…the amount of discarded gatorade bottles and plastic footprints left by previous hikers was redonkulous, if one was so inclined they could make a pretty penny collecting and turning the mass of plastic for recycle (lightbulb), a drunken 300lb waste of an american native stopped us on his ride back home. He told tales of flash floods, murder, and drunken college hikers and how the governement is holding them down - THE MAN strikes again!, finally we reached the sign pointing us up switchbacks towards Hualapai Hilltop. As we ascended we became acutely aware that we were not climbing the route we descended some 12 hours earlier.  The very real possibility of spending a night in the Canyon became apparent.  I was whining like a bitch, drew stood reticent to my whimperings and powered forward.  Sitting Bull, Mother Earth or General Custer must have been watching over us that day…because at just the moment before we descended back to the canyon floor to reroute our track, a family of 3 came upon us and told us we were only 20 minutes from the plateau. Safety was only a mile and half full of switchbacks beyond us.  Quad splitting, gastroc tearing, battery acid through our veins pumping, no sweat left in our bodies salt skin having switchbacks….we crested the parking lot just as the sun set on the Western Rim of the Canyon. Fully alive yet barely able to move. 

Accomplishment beyond the realm of what one assumed possible creates immense pride and robust confidence in their abilities and physical and mental limits. The bar has been reset….Whats next??

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them

Henry David Thoreau

Walden