| Smashing Pumpkins? |
[May. 23rd, 2007|08:12 pm] |
This Monday marked the beginning of my year of different professional experiences. These experiences have different titles...such as experientials, rotations or internships. I think at most I'll be known as an intern (or THE intern, ha ha) or maybe student. Some of them will be payed, such as the Walgreen's deal. Others...all the rest...will surely secure my bit of good karma for the proceeding year.
I'll be starting off doing a business internship through Walgreen's at the East Beltline store. I will be paid for this, and it will have nothing to do with pharmacy. For the moment, there could be no better combination! I have no quarrels with pharmacy, but after living pharmacy school and working pharmacy for so long...it'll be nice to get out of it for just a moment.
I'll be doing a 3-week stint at St. Mary's in the middle of this. Yay. I can make some IV's!
And then August 1st I'll start my formal doctoral rotations at Cherry St. Health Clinic (that's located on Cherry St). For the next year I'll be bouncing around GR, and even Muskegon.
Summer is here! I'll have to put my beer-brewing monomania on hold till the temperatures come down a bit. I'm in the hunt for some equipment for my conversion to all-grain brewing though. My goal is to have a set-up to try as soon as the bad weather breaks. I need (in case anybody happens to have them in there back seat):
5 or 10 gallon cylindrical cooler (like a sports drink cooler)
a turkey fryer (propane powered w/ regulator)
8 or greater gallon boiling pot
I have also been doing some preliminary research into liquor distillation. When I get a house with some space I'll probably try my hand at this art (and hopefully not go blind).
Today I poured myself one of my beers into a beer my that has been in the cupboard. Apparently it is so damn hot in this apartment that the temperature shock cracked my mug! I was walking out of the kitchen with trusty beer in hand when I heard a "crack!". I did one of those stop in tracks actions and asked myself "what was that?' moves just as the bottom gave out of the mug and dropped my entire beer onto the carpet. The bottom of the mug hit my bare foot. As I initially started to clean up the spilled beer I also bleed on the carpet. It was a murder scene! I'm doing alright though. The next glass held up ;-).
Liz's and my garden at the parents house is up and running. We'll have lots of peppers, tomatoes and cilantro (read "salsa") come time.
I probably should be looking for a new apartment. Our lease is up at the end of June.
The Smashing Pumpkins played their first show since forever ago. Very interesting. I have this compulsive temptation to collect bootlegs. Some things never will change. |
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| Four Twenty |
[Apr. 20th, 2007|09:50 pm] |
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It’s looking like it’ll be a slow night. I bought some beer and got the cats high. Hey, it’s four twenty, right? I don’t get high, but that doesn’t mean the cats can’t enjoy the unofficial holiday. It was actually quite amusing watching the cats go nuts over the half lion half fish filled with cat nip. It’s been a while. The (boring) story of the lost phone (feel free to skim you fictitious reader) Yeah, so I lost my phone and this is the story of it. As all good lost phone stories should go (or are they the worse ones?) it begins with getting a little too drunk. So I was at a bar to see Coin (the worst band ever, check ‘em out) and GRRRRRRRRRopolis (the drummer is a sexy Englishmen) and was indulging in the fine seasonal brew, Oberon (a nice wheat). Well, I made a call toward the end of the evening to find out where (the hell) somebody had gone. To date, that was the last contact I had with my phone. I believe I set my phone down on the table, paid my tab and directly left (did not pass GO). Who knows what actually happened though. Apparently when leaving the bar I went to my car for something…I have no idea what. I bit fuzzy. ANYWAY. The next day, after turning cars and apartments upside-down, I call the bar to see if they have it. When all is said and done, nobody has seen or heard from my phone. Very disappointing. It was a pretty new…with all sorts of nifty cameras on it. Very cool. I’m not as cool anymore. I opted to activate my brothers old phone (which is the same model I was happy with and lost over a year ago). So I’m perfectly happy with my new (old) phone! But who doesn’t turn in a lousy phone?! Grrr… I still hope it will turn up in a drawer I haven’t opened in 3 years. (David Blaine, where are you?) What all this really means is I need to get a number from anybody who would want me to call them (ever) again. I’ve been working out again. Yay. Liz convinced me to buy a (discounted) membership at the gym in the same place I have class. The convenience is torture. There is a perfect 2 hour break between classes a couple times a week, and I can always stay after to get in my cardio. And I thought having the gym at the clubhouse about ¼ mile from the apartment was too good to be true. The program is going well though. I’ve been on a half-hour cardio program for the past couple of weeks. I hear myself actually saying, “hey hun, are you going to meet me at the gym during break today?”. What’s the deal with that? I liken it to a rock on the slope of a hill. It would really like to role down that hill toward where all the other rocks are (where he wants to be). However, it just needs that little bit of activation energy to get ‘a goin’. Well, my activation energy has been applied and right now I’m going down that slope! I am weary of mud to stick me up again though. De-troit---Bask-et-ball ! My favorite drinking buddies are in the play-offs again. I hope they have a good run so I can have a good run too! The Catholic Church just ended Limbo. Who does that? The cats are exhausted and eating Fritos with cheese dip while watching the same Family Guy episode on repeat. Oh my God…it’s actually the same scene on repeat…and it’s actually just the punch line! They laugh every 15 seconds. Those darn manatees can be very clever. |
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| df; |
[Apr. 10th, 2006|01:28 am] |
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| | Yeah Yeah Yeah's, the sweets. | ] |
I really like the new Yeah yeah yeah's (album, effort, disc, LP whatever they call them).
I saw this guy (kid) at the mall yesterday and I thought for sure it was Matt Mayes (you), but it wasn't. I was going to say hi!! what the fuck is up!! but when I got within distance to say this it wasn't matt mayes (you) and the kid just looked at me weird and I felt weird.
I haven't changed the strings on my guitar in over a year (I bought think ones so they wouldn't break).
I watched movie tonight starring Johnny Depp...but most importantly it had Iggy Pop as some frontiersman traveling with other guys..but he was wearing a bonnet and turned out to be a homosexual fronteirsman..go figure. I didn't know Iggy Pop was in the movie and I was watching it and I saw it and thought "Is that fucking iggy pop?" It was.
This summer I'm dedicating some free time to brewing beer. It's the new thing (for me). Maybe I'll get good at it.
'night. |
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[Mar. 15th, 2006|01:34 am] |
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So I guess NIN was in town a few weeks ago and mr Reznor hisself came into MY pharmacy for a visit. Yup...the very counter I work at on a regular weekend basis was visited by the industrial rock legend. How cool is that? Not as cool if Bob Dylan had come in...but pretty close. Unfortunantly I wasn't there, but I heard about it. Of course I know who Trent Reznor is! That's what I had to tell Stephanie from work when she mentioned that he had come in. Anyway...that's my very distant brush with fame. And he goes by MICHEAL...trent is the middle name..hah. |
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| Sring Break 2006!!!!! |
[Mar. 11th, 2006|09:12 pm] |
I’m hanging out at Liz’s kindof watching time go by. I had such high hopes for this
spring break, and I accomplished about none of it. Instead I accomplished something I had
burning a hole in my head...nothing. It had to be done! There was no more opportunity
in my schedual till this semester is over for this. Well, I suppose I didn’t do “nothing”,
just nothing related to my classes...those ever present, ever demanding, worse than your
worse girlfriend sack of clams tied to your ankles. Two months though till the liberation
of the Drug Information Enslavement Camp from the axis. We (Liz and me) did go to
see the Egypt exhibit at the museum and the butterflies at Meijer Gardens. We also saw
Transamerica at the UICA...so we were regular tourists in our own city. You probably
knew something was up due to the upswing in the local economy ;-)
Well, Liz is getting out of work so it’s on with the show. |
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| I know that nobody can do me no harm |
[Dec. 9th, 2005|03:24 pm] |
I have a few minutes before I head to McDonald's and then work. It's a horrible convenience that McDonald's is right next to the Walgreen's up here, and even more horrible that it's between there and the pharmacy building.
Exams are upon us. I am looking at some of my worse grades since I've been in college, although it really doesn't matter a whole lot. It's a matter of personal respect though, so I'm a little bummed...but I'm over it (either that or begin a tailspin into self-doubt, and that's never a fun road, from what I've seen). Maybe I should have studied more. I'm also over taking tests, jumping through hoops and sitting in the same seat for 3 or more hours a day while instructors talk at me. There isn't enough leg room. Yawn.
I'll be home for the Holidays, but working some to refill the war chest. I wouldn't recommend coming to Leonard and Alpine for any reason, but if anybody happens to be there, look for me and say hello.
It's kindof creepy when people watch porn at the library. The guy watching it has a nice haircut with highlights though. It's long. My hair is a disaster...I forgot to have Liz cut it when she was up last week. Opportunity lost.
Merry Christmas!
PS. I'd like to nominate "Happiness is a Warm Gun" by John Lennon (as inspired by Pat W., although I can't remember if he had it on his list or not) as a significant contribution to society. (shoot shoot, bang bang) |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:50 pm] |
The environment I currently live in necessitated this list of rules. If you are offended (or not, I suppose) by the use of "fag", you are welcome to come up to my apartment and kick Jimmy in the throat.
Rules of the House
Any attempt to organize a set of rules aimed at creating social harmony will be violently thwarted.
At least one animal in the house, excluding The Guy, shall be neglected at all times.
To prove that we have recently played poker, the poker table and empty Canadian House fifths shall remain untouched for as long as possible.
Since bags of garbage spontaneously disappear, no attempt shall be made to take them to the dumpster.
The above also applies for McDonald’s packaging except it does not need to be put into a trash bag. It will disappear from wherever it was last placed.
Eating vegetables in the house turns anybody into a fag.
In the event of a visitor from a law enforcement agency, any illegal substances and paraphernalia shall remain in plain view. Then we can tell the officer that “we have nothing to hide”, although we will be confused when we learn that “we have nothing to hide” and “we are hiding nothing” are not equivocal in court.
Any habits anybody has must be imposed on the others. Besides, scattered spit bottles, a little second hand smoke and THC running in the veins makes a real man feel alive.
Nobody wants to do dishes, but they are a fact of life. But that doesn't mean we can't do our best to ignore them. Afterall, somebody (somebody else) will do them eventually.
Joe, as the chief experimental scientist of the house, shall be in charge of all experiments. These experiments are to be closely monitored by him and him only. If any experiment in progress is found, it shall be immediately moved to his quarters.
Due to their immobility, toilets are excluded from above rule.
Smoking in the house shall be confined to one room and one room only. This way smokers can smoke in the house and nonsmokers can pretend that it doesn’t smell up any other part of the house.
Despite the limitation to smoking in one room and one room only, it shall be known that any bathroom sink is an acceptable ashtray.
Any found liquor is fair game. It is the duty of the hider to hide their liquor well..very well.
The carpet is cleaned by the fizzing action of spilled soda and beer. Because of this, no attempt shall be made to remove it from the carpet.
Vomit is similarly being investigated, but is yet unproven. Incidences shall be evaluated on a case by case basis.
If anybody runs out of a toiletry, they should use somebody elses and use until gone before buying more.
Leaving clothes in the bathroom shouldn't be looked down on. The daily steaming cleans them and cuts down on laundry.
At least occasionally somebody must let Jimmy sleep near him for Jimmy’s own personal reasons.
Not bonging beers on a beer bong night makes you the biggest fag in fag city.
Having a test the next morning is never a valid excuse not to drink.
In addition to the above rule, there isn’t really ever any valid excuse not to drink. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|12:19 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Spears - Toxic (seriously) | ] |
Wow. I haven't written anything since July. That means that there are people that haven't heard a single thing from me or of me in months. And they may as well not have because nothing much is happening! Or is it...I always think I'm in a constant state of stagnation...but then I look and see that some things are actually progressing, I just haven't noticed.
Today I am getting my picture taken for my class composite. It's the first time I've had a professional picture of me since my senior pictures...so that's kindof weird. And to think the time span is about the same as between my 8th grade picture and that senior picture. Has anybody else my age (especially thinking about the Kenowa folk for some reason) noticing how they are oddly getting old despite any attention being payed to it? Well, I have.
I am now the owner of a piranha given to me by my roommate. He couldn't take care of it (he can't even take care of himself) so he just said I could have it. I never really wanted a piranha, but I have one now. It's a black piranha and will eventually get red eyes. They can live an ungodly long time...like 25 years or more. And after the neglect that thing has endured in the past year, I doubt he is just going to die on me. So now, next to my preexisting goldfish tank, I have a piranha that I feed goldfish to.
Just to warn people, my school career in Big Rapids is going to finish up at the end of this year...so next school year I may pop up when least expected. For the next 2 years after that I'll be in or around Grand Rapids putting the icing on my drug knowledge. Someday, in the far far future, I will not be a student. 20 years of education is enough! And that's not counting preschool.
Events I've gone to this season (it's an impressive list, and I'm proud to have some resemblance of a social life to mention): Pistons preseason game at VanAndle. Dresden Dolls. Coin. Rocky Horror play in BFE, Toledo's Medicine show (did you know one of the burlesque babies has a picture up at Brands on Leonard?) and Dave Attel here at Ferris. Yay for organized entertainment spectacles.
Take care!
Eric Hoonheinkenhorst |
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| Your friends will think you're cool (or HARD CORE) |
[Jul. 16th, 2005|10:11 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Nirvana box set | ] |
Last week MY Walgreen’s (leonard and alpine) was robbed in the pharmacy. I’m so pissed, kindof. A guy was sitting out in the waiting room with his hands in his pockets. When he was asked what the hell he was doing there, we said he was waiting for his doctor to call in a prescription for him. Fair enough. So everybody goes about their business. Then a lady technician leaves the pharmacy and the guy jumps up and tells her “Put the code in or I’ll cut your throat!” He meant the code on the door so he could get in. So she puts the code in and he comes into the pharmacy, makes his precence known buy breaking a register. He then lunges at the pharmacist (poor Pam) and slams the phone down. He tells her to open the safe, so she does. All he takes is the Oxycontin 80mg. Why only the 80s? I’d pay to know why. Every other strength was right there.
So if anybody sees any Oxycontin 80’s suddenly on the market, you know where they came from. And if anybody is buying them…thanks for making my job a tad less safe. I was supposed to be there that day. I was doing my intern day, but decided to cut out early because it was too nice out. I’m glad I wasn’t there…with my recent pent-up aggression against being targeted for crime…I probably would’ve gone ape-shit on the guy and got myself stabed. |
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