you cried, and why you lied to me
don’t keep sweatin’ what I do 'cause I’m gonna be just fine
you cried, and why you lied to me
Mine is Omentum.
I went to med school for a grand total of one semester before I realized it wasn’t for me. But during that semester I went through Gross Anatomy in which you dissect a cadaver bit by bit over the course of (IIRC) 8 weeks. Anyway in the abdominal cavity lies the greater omentum, a yellow net-like contraption that basically spans the stomach & intestines. It’s super cool looking, probably my favorite structure I encountered in gross anatomy.
My least favorite thing about gross anatomy - other than that one really stinky cadaver - was Netter. Oh my god I felt like that text became an extension of my body, I was never not buried in it, along with so many lists of mnemonics. I still remember the mnemonic Roman Togas Don’t Cover Balls to name the parts of the brachial plexus (Roots, Trunks, Divisions, Cords, and Branches).
It makes me feel peaceful and nostalgic, and weirdly grateful.
My Dad Wrote A Porno
What’s bubblegum funk? I’m picturing Tom Tom Club’s Genius of Love.
Less of a genre, more of an era, but I absolutely love music from the '60s. It’s just infectious. Some of it is infectiously happy - e.g., Dancing in the Street by Martha & The Vandellas, or Dance to the Music by Sly and the Family Stone. Some is infectiously melancholy, like The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel, or Abraham, Martin, and John by Dion. And some you just can’t help but sing along to, like Creeque Alley by the Mamas and the Papas, or Good Morning by Oliver. And of course all the amazing classic rock, experimental sounds, and folk music from that era! Even some of the novelty songs are super memorable (I’m lookin at you, MacArthur Park!).
Oh I don’t own one… they make crappy coffee anyway.
Yeah, I have an electric kettle but I don’t personally know any other American who owns one. People are weirdly interested in it when they visit me.
Yeah but anything that comes out of a keurig always tastes kinda sludgy.
Tubing down the Delaware with my water bottle full of beer 😎
Wow, I had the exact same situation, including having the tooth that had to be pulled down into place. I still have dreams that I’m wearing headgear, or I’ll dream that I bite into an apple and a tooth comes out.
White pie with peach, burrata, basil, and balsamic vinegar.
Lightly toasted potato bread, mayonnaise, salted Jersey tomatoes, fresh dill. ❤️
I’ve tried, and weirdly it made me feel rage. I was really surprised but most times I’ve tried meditation it ends in rage or a weird feeling of grief. I don’t know what that’s about but no thanks!
I named my Mustang Sally.
Stop it immediately makes me think of