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LIVE REVIEW: Connan Mockasin at REC (14/01/2017)

As a long time fan of Connan Mockasin, the announcement that the man himself was gracing Auckland with a series of shows was like a fucking dream come true. Opening act Pablo Vasquez’s intimate flamenco-esque guitar instrumentals were appropriate for the atmosphere and REC was full to the brim when Connan finally took to the stage with bandmates Rory McCarthy (guitar/keys), Nick Harsant (bass) and Matt Eccles (drums). 

If I could sum up Connan Mockasin in three words I would say he is an enigmatic, quirky sex-god. He emerged dressed in stripy metallic loose cord pants held precariously up by suspenders with a black cloak, the latter soon abandoned at the request of the audience. 

Connan’s stage personality is wondrously bizarre. Starting off teasingly soft-spoken, Connan’s engagement with the crowd increased with his wine intake, whipping out eccentric yet checked dance moves and asking the crowd to sing along.


The Man…the Mystery…


Mockasin’s skill with the guitar is magical, almost delicately teasing the sound out of his guitar. His playing manner was so fluid and effortless it could almost be mistaken for inattentiveness, but given the precise and expansive sound he conjures its pretty obvious he just must be a wizard. Vocally, Connan was incredible and his nasal vocals never sounded dry.

The setlist covered all the essentials, including Faking Jazz Together, Its Your Body, Do I Make You Feel Shy, It’s Choade My Dear, Caramel, I’m The Man, That Will Find you. Connan also threw a couple of new songs in the mix that are set to feature on his upcoming album which is due out in the next couple of years. 

Each song was recreated to perfection, sounding better than live versions of the songs found online. Hats off to REC because whoever managed the technical and sound desk side of things deserves high praise. The sound was textured and flawless, finely tuned to allow each instrument to individually shine yet sound cohesive.


Deceptively studious


Perhaps one of the strengths of the show was the clear synergy between all the members of the band. All the guys were in sync, in both music and banter. McCarthy (keyboard/guitarist) amusingly confessed that he had struggled a little to play that night due to a food baby that was the result of visiting a delicious restaurant, and thanked the audience for their support. Harsant embodied the deadpan bass player with his face blank and shoulders upright, all his energy directed into an expressive and dynamic bass line. With a solid performance throughout the set Eccles (drums) truly came to life at the end, smashing out the encore with an impassioned fervor.


dad bods ftw


One thing I did find puzzling was the overly chill atmosphere. Except for a couple of drunken show goers the audience was pretty tame, definitely the opposite to what I expected. At the end however, an encore was intensely demanded and Mockasin delicately crowd surfed before touching down on stage and exiting for the last time.

Connan has been a personal favourite of mine for some time and his show did not disappoint. 

If he ever comes again: sign me up.

How am i supposed to choose one lockscreen picture and one homescreen picture when I have too many fandoms to choose from

To whoever made the Rogue One Spotify playlists:

a) Good job.

b) Are we the same person? Because they play like my current music rotation (seriously, the Langhorne Slim and Neutral Milk Hotel choices for Cassian. And ‘Even the Darkness Has Arms’).

c) A+ for including ‘Wolf Like Me’

d) Your RebelCaptain shipper is showing (‘Even The Darkness Has Arms’ is painfully great in context).

an update
  • i have been very busy on my current rotation and the commute is super long
  • but i’ve been listening to a lot of my favorite murder podcast episodes and they’ve been really good so i look forward to my morning commute and having that time in the car to sip my coffee and listen

  • i have a job interview on monday and i’m really nervous but i’ve spoken with someone that worked with one of the pharmacists there and she absolutely loved it and said my personality would fit in so well so that makes me really jazzed. it’s also in the mountains, which i’ve missed so so much. i’d be so happy to move back and run trails and take in mountain air again
  • we are in raleigh for the weekend visiting logan’s family and i met with some of my good friends today to catch up! i had breakfast with my friend, kate, and then shopped all day with both kate and my other friends from pharmacy school. i’m also meeting kate tomorrow to sweat our little booties off in a cycling class

  • i am driving to where my interview is tomorrow and my mom and sister are meeting me and spending the afternoon/evening with me! 
  • i’m still injured and not running has just sucked so bad through this stressful season. my ankle doesn’t really feel much better after 7 weeks of rest. i finally decided to bite the bullet and scheduled a cortisone shot this next week to see if it will help. if it doesn’t, that might mean an MRI + potential surgery…
  • i have to keep telling myself that i will run again in order to get through the stress of everything lately. i’m wrapping up things with my research project and having to present the results next month at a huge residency conference in georgia, while also looking for a job and dealing with the many frustrations of my current rotation. 
  • it’s all good. i’m climbing a hill right now, but soon i’ll be flying back down it. i just know it. 
3

While working on a meat processing factory, this guy slipped, his hand got stuck on a meat grinder! He came to the ER with the grinder still on his arm, as you can see in the first image. He obviously lost his hand and was later amputated. :(

I’m currently in my trauma rotation, that’s why I am able to show you these images.

Mientras trabajaba en una fábrica de carne, este paciente se resbaló y su mano quedó atorada en una trituradora de carne. Llego a urgencias todavía con la trituradora en su brazo, como pueden ver en la primer imagen. Obviamente perdió su mano y esta fue amputada. :(

Actualmente estoy en mi rotación de cirugía de trauma, es por esto que puedo mostrarles estas imágenes.

marmolita  asked:

3, 7, 9!

3: summarize your current project poorly

Micheletto is dead, Lucrezia is bitter, Cesare is a Borgia and he feels unloved.

7: would you want to live in the world of your current work?

The Italian Renaissance? HELL FUCKING NO. Lucrezia died at 38, from childbirth complications. She was a duchess! She had real nice medical care! But none of the doctors knew they had to wash their hands first! Cesare, of course, was brutally murdered at 32. No thanks.

9: what is the aesthetic of your current project

I would be your slave + stranger than kindness + this Hannibal gif, probably: 

Originally posted by jerks-bitch

Sink used for Acid Fast Bacilli Kinyoun stain. This is at the lab I’m currently doing my rotations at and I thought it was pretty.
Mycobacterium tuberculosis, the causative agent for Tuberculosis or TB, has a cell wall that’s high in lipid content. So, it doesn’t stain with regular gram stain; thus, they used acid fast staining techniques with carbolfuchsin.

Not About Intent

@writingsforwinter is dealing with an issue that many on Tumblr suffer over; plagiarism and reposting of content without permission. There are people who genuinely do not understand the harm this causes, and I would like to offer an illustration from my history as an example.

My first social media profile was MySpace, and early on I made an Invader Zim roleplay profile and became heavily involved with the roleplaying community there. I drew some, but I didn’t think I was really that good. I had recently joined DeviantArt and would scour the site for the best Zim artwork that fit his current emotional state, then rotate through them as profile pictures.

These were images that people had drawn and colored and put a great deal of time and effort into. Some of them weren’t even “Invader Zim,” they were OC’s (original characters) carefully crafted with love and affection to be a part of that fictional universe. But I used them if I thought they fit closely enough. I really didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.

One day I was contacted by one of the artists. They were, understandably, very upset that I was using their art and demanded that I take it down immediately, as well as the art of their friends that I also had. I was mortified. I honestly had no idea I was doing anything wrong at all. I took everything down immediately and apologized, telling the artist I would also warn my friends in the roleplaying community, many of whom were doing the same thing. The artist calmed down, realizing I hadn’t intended any harm, and thanked me for doing the right thing. And, even though my art skills were really crude at the time, I offered to all my roleplaying friends that I would draw them a new profile picture if they took down the art they had used without permission.

Here’s the thing. I didn’t intend to hurt the artists, but the fact of the matter is I didn’t say “This was drawn by (artist)” and I also had not asked them if I could use their art. I assumed that everyone would know I hadn’t drawn the image because of course I knew my skills weren’t that great, so why wouldn’t anyone else? But it doesn’t matter. If even one person attributed that artwork to ME because I hadn’t sourced it, then I was stealing credit for something I had put no effort into. Some artists produce art for money, and some artists produce it for feedback, or both together. Either way, I was stealing a part of that, even if I didn’t mean to.

If you are confronted about this, the proper response is, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. How can I make this right?”

Because “I didn’t mean to” doesn’t fix it. Changed behavior fixes it.

I think it’s one of those rainy Sunday afternoons, where I end up spending more time thinking about life instead of the OB shelf. So I drew a representation of myself starting from my first rotation in psychiatry to my current and last rotation in OBGYN. I guess this is a way to document this year. I focused more on change in hair styles and clothing I preferred during different rotations. But they really just remind me of the unique experience I’ve had in each clerkship. I know I spent a lot of time bitching about medschool/rotations in general, but I’m at the same time very grateful to have the privilege to rotate through each of these fields.

And in two weeks, I will be a 4th year with mostly ophthalmology electives. :3 yayyyyyy 

kintsugi heart

My current rotation is psychiatry, and the full six weeks are spent on the inpatient psych service at a large county hospital. The unit I’m working on is about 75% involuntary, and most people have multiple diagnoses. The most common seem to be depression, schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder, and bipolar disorder. With a thick frosting of substance abuse spread over the top of all of it, of course. 

I like psychiatry, and I think I’d be good at it. These diseases, for all of the tragedy and suffering associated with them, are interesting to me. But I don’t know if I am a tough enough person to live in this world full-time.

Walking into a locked psych ward is uncomfortable at first. I think it’s because you can’t count on people adhering to any sort of social norms. I don’t think I’ve ever quite appreciated before just how much comfort we all take in knowing roughly how the vast majority of people are going to behave at any given moment. At this point, though, I really love being there. People tend to be in for long stays, so I know almost everybody at least a little bit, and I know what to expect from them. I also like most of them, and in most cases they’re trying really hard. I guess it seems like just seeing these people as human beings helps them, and that’s a thing I can do.

It’s all terribly sad. Most of my patients are too impaired to engage much in therapies, so treatment usually focuses on medication, and a lot of the drugs are pretty intense. Baselines are mostly terrible. Almost everybody is homeless. A significant proportion have absolutely nobody looking out for them outside of the hospital – no family or friends who haven’t already been worn out or alienated. Some of them have lives that seem worth living, but an awful lot of them don’t. It’s very hard to blame them for their recreational drug use, or for their frequent attempts to game the system in order to hang on to the safe shelter and companionship that hospitalization provides. 

For the second time since starting medical school, I’m having an experience that makes me feel deeply changed. Broken, even. The first such experience was cadaver lab. After the first day of cadaver lab, I walked out into the sunshine and looked at the other people on campus and felt like I was from a different species. I went home and sat in my bathtub and cried. And then I went back and spent hundreds of hours disassembling dead bodies over the course of the year, and it became easier…became almost normal. 

I don’t come home from psych and cry, but I do have a harder time leaving the work at the hospital than I usually do, and I feel like my humanity is distorted by the things that I’m seeing. I try to distract myself (thanks, internet!). I’m eating either too much or not enough on any given day. I feel like I’m being picked up and shaken until something inside cracks, and then put back down and expected to walk around the world like a normal person again, and I’m not sure how that’s supposed to work. 

There is a Japanese art form called kintsugi. It is a method of repairing broken pottery with a resin which contains gold dust. After repair, the item is considered more beautiful than it was before it was broken. There is an associated philosophy of wabi-sabi which reveres the organically imperfect, the lovingly handmade, and the things that have been worn and mended or broken and repaired. My best hope right now is that the med-student heart ends up being kintsugi. 

A Dust Devil on Mars : It was late in the northern martian spring when the HiRISE camera onboard the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter spied this local denizen. Tracking across the flat, dust-covered Amazonis Planitia in 2012, the core of this whirling dust devil is about 140 meters in diameter. Lofting dust into the thin martian atmosphere, its plume reaches about 20 kilometers above the surface. Common to this region of Mars, dust devils occur as the surface is heated by the Sun, generating warm, rising air currents that begin to rotate. Tangential wind speeds of up to 110 kilometers per hour are reported for dust devils in other HiRISE images. via NASA

current rotation:
  • empire! empire! (i was a lonely estate) - what it takes to move forward
  • snowing - i could do whatever i wanted if i wanted
  • snowing - fuck your emotional bullshit
  • mineral - Endserenading 
  • mineral - the power of failing
  • algernon cadwallader - some kind of cadwallader
  • sunny day real estate - diary
  • the world is a beautiful place and i am no longer afraid to die/deer leap - are here to help you
  • frank turner - england keep my bones