The Deadly Stick-the Scar that Still Stings

My New York days were filled with a lot of playing, especially with my friend Curtis who lived in the other half of our structurally divided house. We had several secret forts, and teared around the neighbourhood always looking for another discovery. Whether Curtis was with me on this occasion I don’t recall, but I do remember the setting. I was on a tree covered hill that overlooked the Tiger’s football field below. Not far distant was a favorite climbing tree. Like many evergreened areas the pine needles and fallen twigs and branches lay below what became a darkened forest-a perfect playground for my imagination. On the fateful day I was trudging through the trees and reached down to pick up a stick, only to be rewarded with a piercing sting. Nothing...

Daniel & Nathaniel-Post 2

I was honoured by the request to say grace at the Fall Welcome event, but as mentioned in my first post I saw the potential to offend a few people-perhaps. Grateful for the bus ride home, I put some thought into the situation. I reflected on a high school graduation I had attended where I saw someone of my faith offer what I would call a politicized prayer-it seemed forewritten, lukewarm and lacking in emotion–distant. Prayer in its most simple definition is a communication, and this seemed more directed at no one than anyone. I remember feeling dissapointed. With that moment in mind I compared it to the shoes I was now wearing. I came to a few conclusions. The first is that I would expect anyone asked to say a prayer to above all be sincere, and second to...

Gas Tanks and Slippery Slopes-by request

I have a few fond childhood memories that I treasure dearly, having forgotten many others. One such memory takes place in my New York days around the age of 7 or 8. My younger sister and I used to walk to school together (good times) and would pass through a highschool parking lot on our way. We made it our devious and twice-daily pasttime to open all the car gas tanks in our path. Just thinking about it makes me smirk, especially when I consider what a sweet and innocent sister she typically is. [I never thought of it till just now but perhaps I'm responsible for her slight titch of miscreant behaviour that shockingly rises to the surface every once and awhile]. I know she loved it. One winter day we returned from school and stopped to indulge in our other...

Daniel & Nathaniel-A Multipost Series

Every year in my college we have an event known as Fall Welcome. It is a chance for everyone faculty and student body alike to welcome the first year class to the study and comraderie of our profession. It is an elegant affair, not quite black tie but only because the men lack tuxedos; the women would certainly fit in with their professionally styled locks and sequined gowns. Awards are handed out, some with reputation and prestige, some with significant cash and some in jest (the most memorable). Additionally, a fine meal is prepared which brings me to this post’s title. This year I have been asked to give Grace to kick off not only the meal but the entire evening. I was given no instructions (thankfully) but nonetheless I found the invitation daunting but...

When nobody’s looking-The Final Cut

I was thinking today about my blog and the things I choose to write. I certainly can not write even the smallest part of my life, but for those who don’t know me my posts could lead to some wild assumptions. I’m alright with that but it reminds me of a quote by David Ben Gurion: Anyone who believes you can’t change history has never tried to write his memoirs. I enjoy writing my blog and I want people to enjoy reading my blog but I realize that that sometimes comes at the price of admitting or at least revealing many of my imperfections. I think it would be fair to say that a lot of people fear their imperfections (at least some of them) or at least fear admitting them. I’m a fence sitter on this one- I’ll openly admit many faults ...

Hosers

As most of you may already know from my wife’s infinitelly more popular blog Dylan’s bike was stolen today. I’m not prone to calling people names (I think) but when something happens to a kid and especially MY kid I find words coming to my mind that don’t normally reside there. I too had my bike stolen once. It was a chrome red BMX bike with cool handle bar and cross bar pads that were also red-even the tires were red. I had to be the coolest kid on the block when I was riding that puppy. We lived just outside NY, NY at the time right across from a highschool. Sometime after the crime I saw the perpetrator riding my bike. I can hardly believe to this day what I did. I started running and screaming after the thief, as fast and as loud as my...

Tell me everything you know about Sperm

I had a delightful chat with one of my patients today, and by that I mean unusually alarming. You see one of the lovely things about being a dental student is you have to have your work checked at different points throughout the appointment. This quite often leads to large gaps of time where you could a) pretend you were actually doing something and stay silently disguised behind your blue mask b) leave your cubicle and actually do something or c) talk talk talk with your patient. Inevitably I end up choosing c) a large portion of the time—I’m a socialite by nature and enjoy nattering. As anyone knows though, talking to your dentist isn’t the easiest of tasks unless there is a nicely timed junction. Today there was such a junction, and I...

Anyone else feel like Yoda

And I don’t mean in the cool, wise, cute, mystical Jedi way. I find when I’m typing my blog that when I reread the keystrokes my words are all out of order-Yoda like. Hard to type, the weblog is.

Sedation Dentistry

Well apparently I have a really gentle touch. Today I was scaling a patient’s teeth when all of a sudden a deeper sort of breathing started to come from the mouth below. For the next 15 minutes I continued working until it came time to polish with my handpiece. Still asleep. I didn’t want to startle the patient (a stroke patient) so I was relieved when they came to right on cue. Either that or I’m boring.