Louis Sparre, “Girl in a Pink Dress” (1930).

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This tarantula girl lives in my new lab.  Prior to joining the lab, I had heard numerous times, “how mean she is”.   Well, apparently that was bullshit.  She was totally docile about being handled, and she’s all cute with her bald butt (maybe her little ass is bald because no one pays any attention to her?! :) ).     Well, she was collected in Black Canyon, Arizona (north of Phoenix).  Our best species species guess is Aphonopelma chalcodes, the Arizona desert blonde tarantula.   If anyone is an expert on the tarantula family, I’d love to hear from you! 

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The personality of a medical student can actually be quite similar to something like H5N1 influenza - Ever changing, ever evolving and always a possible threat to modern medicine. So be careful!
Another reminder about the changes one might face during the wild ride that is medical school. (via sterileplayground)    
Until I started taking my antidepressants, though, I didn’t actually know that I was depressed. I thought the dark staticky corners were part of who I was. It was the same way I felt before I put on my first pair of glasses at age 14 and suddenly realized that trees weren’t green blobs but intricate filigrees of thousands of individual leaves; I hadn’t known, before, that I couldn’t see the leaves, because I didn’t realize that seeing leaves was a possibility at all. And it wasn’t until I started using tools to counterbalance my depression that I even realized there was depression there to need counterbalancing. I had no idea that not everyone felt the gravitational pull of nothingness, the ongoing, slow-as-molasses feeling of melting down into a lump of clay. I had no way of knowing that what I thought were just my ingrained bad habits — not being able to deposit checks on time, not replying to totally pleasant emails for long enough that friendships were ruined, having silent meltdowns over getting dressed in the morning, even not going to the bathroom despite really, really, really having to pee — weren’t actually my habits at all. They were the habits of depression, which whoa, holy shit, it turns out I had a raging case of.


The defense against ophidismo (snake venom) ;By Brazil, Vital on Flickr.

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A statue of Saint Sebastian in an English church, by Sir Ninian Comper

I welcomed my slavish existence as a surgical resident, the never-ending work, the cries that kept me in the present, the immersion in blood, pus, and tears — the fluids in which one dissolved all traces of self. In working myself ragged, I felt integrated…


"it’s like freud always said," says the ‘psychologist’ character in the movie, making everyone in the audience who knows anything at all about psychology flinch involuntarily


 Photo Manipulations and Digital Art by Marc Da Cunha LopesVertebrata

 Large skeleton species within modern environmentsVertebrata (Zool.) One of the grand divisions of the animal kingdom, comprising all animals that have a backbone composed of bony or cartilaginous vertebræ.