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An interesting E Anthology which gathers work from poets, artists and filmmakers into a freely downloadable e-thingy.

From the site

The Material Poem is a new e-anthology, edited by James Stuart and published by non-generic productions. It features the work of some 28 Australian poets, artists and critics, all of whom are engaged with poetry, and more broadly language, as a material form.

This body of work is inter-disciplinary, inter-media and often collaborative, spanning a wide variety of formal contexts – page, screen, canvas, space, book, performance and more. The Material Poem showcases the vibrancy of experimental writing in Australia, demonstrating how writing functions as a practice that is never purely literary.”

Worth a squiz if you are so inclined. If you need a review first before committing to 49mb of pdf-y goodness, Astrid Lorange has obliged.


Just how many people who require their services is simply amazing. Props to the colo-rectal surgeons

We had a Cultural Awareness day last week. It was strictly an Indigenous Culture Day but I’m just being pedantic.
It was partly great and partly woeful.

But I have ranted about it enough to everyone at uni and its rather specific so I’ll leave it off the blog. However we did get treated to a woefully stupid lecture on unresolved grief events.  It was an explanation of how intergenerational grief can be seen to be responsible for the current state of Indigenous Health.  I’m slightly dubious on this, I would think its the gross inequality of social and economic circumstances faced by indigenous communities, would play a tremendous role. But I’ll give her that if she wants it, certainly emotional reasons play a real part in health. However, she went on to say that cancer was in fact caused by grief (intergenerational or otherwise) and that while we might treat cancer with drugs and surgery now, in future, we’ll refer cancer sufferers to grief counsellors like her to be cured.

I mean WTF?! Oh, you have a nasty pancreatic cancer, why dont you go see a grief counsellor, have a hug and see how that goes?

She then went on to explain how international grief is causing global warming – with the solution being in 7 easy steps involving crying, hugging, dancing, singing, alone time etc. I’m sure those things are very nice to do, its effectiveness on global warming is slightly more dubious.


Funny cartoons



But people buy this stuff

My story of alty crap medicine  :

It was a few years ago and I wasn’t doing too great, nothing specific mind you, wasn’t sleeping well, general malaise and some of my friends suggested seeing esther, a lady renowned for her healing powers. I thought what the heck, see how it goes

Her treatment modality was truly something to behold. Her diagnosis is truly astonishing, she holds your hands, while muttering to herself – at this point she is talking to your cells directly and asking them what is wrong.
Phase two is also something to behold, you lie down and she holds your head while she reads off a photocopied piece of paper a chant which goes something like this
” I ask you cells to heal yourselves in the correct time, not too fast adn not to slow. Oh liver I ask  you to regain your balance…..”

By this point i couldnt’ quite decide whether to collapse in giggles or explode in incredulity. I think i settled for a mild spasm, which she probably took as efficious treatment.

I got a bunch of herbs too with the parting note that I could always just send some hair if i couldn’t make it into see her personally and she would treat me from afar.

It cost $125.

I did feel better after that, though I think it was because I haven’t had such a good giggle for a while, but after that I learnt that she claimed to cure cancer as well, where my angry set in.
Its one thing to treat non-specific minor complaints – in some ways its the suckers fault (i learnt my lesson) but to advocate her ‘treatment’ over something as serious as cancer really pissed me off


gasexchangelungs.jpg Gas Exchange at the Lungs
gasexchangetissues.jpg Gas Exchange at Tissues
ventilationcontrol.jpg Control of Ventilation

I’m not good at lectures. Yay for tablet  laptops!

intro to human homeostasis …


intro to something or other…

Bel from Audaci’s comment made me thunk and will hopefully change my mindset as I’m woeful at taking my own advice.

But really I should try to be proud of the baby steps of progress so far.  I have learnt stuff, I may not know as much about <insert enzyme/hormone here> as some others but I’m learning stuff.

and now for something completely different

On another note, i saw Leigh Warren and Dancer’s new piece, Seven at the Adelaide Fringe, which was great. It was terrific seeing my friends perform and obviously relish the performance, though it made me more than a little wistful.  But really, despite the workload and the constant feeling of overload, I’m really enjoying medicine and can look back on my performing fondly and without too much sadness.

I do miss being creative though, and have signed up for our Health and Human Rights Group as junior media rep, which hopefully will prove fun.  The cynic in me says that no way a small bunch of wide eyed med students can never make much of a difference which  is balanced against the wide eyed optimism that the sentiment is worth working for and that we certainly can make a difference to communities in need.

I also miss teaching, I really have to find somewhere to teach…

Bel’s post on the transition from creative industries to medicine made me think over my transition too. (just to add to the list, here is another ex-dancer turned med student)

I enjoyed my time in the arts. I loved it. I loved the camaraderie of creating a performance, performing it, touring with it and growing with it. I loved many of the people I met, I loved the thrill of creating my own work, realising my vision.  I guess why I left was of practicality, and also a feeling that I needed a change.  I was satisfied with what I had done. Like Audaci I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it made sense to me, and it seemed ‘right’ and still does despite my whinging and bitching.

There was certainly an element that it was no longer as fulfilling as it was before. Those who’ve read this for a while know my issues with the whole system of publically funded art, the politics of getting the money and also a certain angst of, what is it, cosmically speaking, all for?  I never did get a good answer to that, but along with a feeling that dancing was no longer the most fun I could have and the very real prospect of being ‘damaged goods’ due to bodgy lungs, it seemed ripe to change.

 “The one thing that art and health have in common is the human experience.  Across both you will see the full spectrum of human suffering and elation.  The former may be a more abstract, disconnected version of, but the link is there.  Across both you will find your mind challenged, twisted in ways you never thought possible, you’re exposed to depths of knowledge hitherto unimagined.  So similar, but so different.  The problem solving too, the starting with nothing and creating a whole picture is so similar.  You need that same arsenal of skills, even though the skills themselves may differ.  And the sense of personal challenge is the same. “

I was just talking about it to a friend of mine, and I really do see a continuum across my eclectic background.  The challenges, the element of the human – its frailty, its beauty and its many faces, the drawing and synthesis of ideas from disparate sources,  the learning, the teaching and sharing of knowledge and experience, it is, as Bel says, same same, but different.

I don’t know if this post makes any sense, but I’ve been trying to get down some thoughts as I muddle my way through this med school thing.

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