One more hurdle...

I need to jump so that I can finish this semester. Damn, this was a hard semester. I had alot on my plate, school, work, externship...then somehow I had to find the time to fit in my relationship, my mental/physical health and my other aspects of my life. I have felt that I haven't had the time to really think about anything else other than school. It's an isolative (is that a word?) experience. Spending most of my time in my head gets a little tiring. I worry that I've lost the ability to enjoy myself without thinking about the next exam, the next paper, the next patient...But I am glad I have little indulgences like this blog that no one reads, my monthly Harper's and my time with my girlfriend. My girlfriend is wonderful. Being a "graduate widow" is not easy...I was one myself in my previous relationship. I often said that my ex and I had a three way relationship with law school...and she (law school) was a jealous mistress. I wanted this experience to be different for my girlfriend. We definitely have a better relationship than the either of the past ones. I am lucky. She keeps me present...she's a good egg.


I HEART Harvey
Here's a GREAT editorial from the NYT written by Harvey Firestein about the recent Imus affair.

"Our Prejudices, Ourselves"

AMERICA is watching Don Imus's self-immolation in a state of shock and awe. And I'm watching America with wry amusement.

Since I'm a second-class citizen -- a gay man -- my seats for the ballgame of American discourse are way back in the bleachers. I don't have to wait long for a shock jock or stand-up comedian to slip up with hateful epithets aimed at me and mine. Hate speak against homosexuals is as commonplace as spam. It's daily traffic for those who profess themselves to be regular Joes, men of God, public servants who live off my tax dollars, as well as any number of celebrities.

Read the rest, here, at Perez Hilton dot com (you read that right!).