Saturday, August 9, 2008

WOW

That's all I can say after watching the Opening Ceremony for the Beijing Olympics. It was truly a spectacle to behold.

With over 15,000 performers and over 90,000 onlookers, it was over-the-top, colorful, awe-inspiring, and intimidating. China is the largest country to host the Olympics (Greece is the smallest country ever to do so), so expectations were for everything to be bigger and better. From the fireworks to the magnitude of people on the floor, they made me wonder if computers were used to create illusions, except they obviously didn't. I just can't imagine how much practice it must have taken to get such rhythm and precision as seen during the kung fu and acrobatic performances.


Zhang Yimou (the director of House of Flying Daggers) really over did himself. He managed to weave China's extensive, ancient culture into all of the spectacle. There were performances celebrating China's greatest contributions to the world (paper, the press, & the compass), Chinese music, Confucius, China's children, and China's bright future. Despite the artistry and splendor of the ceremony, my favorite part is Parade of Nations because it brings the world together while also acting as a geography lesson and fashion show (Best dressed: United States / Worst dressed: Poland). I learned about athletes' accomplishments and challenges as well as the amazing story of a Sichuan orphan, Lin Hao. This 9-year old boy walked alongside Yao Ming, China's flag-bearer, because of his heroism during this past May's devastating earthquake.


Only 10 students of his class of 30 survived when their school collapsed. This little boy crawled out of the rubble and then managed to save two of his classmates. Due to his stature, he obviously couldn't handle the flag, so Yao was called in to handle that. Lin carried a flag, too, but unfortunately, his flag was upside-down, which was funny and ironic, seeing as how China has spent billions on making sure everything is perfect. The only disappointing portion of the ceremony for me was the lighting of the torch. I mean it was cool to see Li Ning run around the top of the Bird's Nest, but it took too long. The best Olympic Torch lighting took place at the 1992 Barcelona Summer Olympics. Paralympic archer Antonio Rebello fires a lit arrow over the crowd and voila! Let the games begin!


P.S. Coca-Cola did a great job with this Olympic commercial. Very catchy and cute.



Thursday, August 7, 2008

A TWIST IN THE ROAD

Upon reading my friend Amanda's blog, I felt a compulsion to compile my own list of things to complete before graduating. For those who know me, I love making lists because lists serve as constant reminders to keep my eye on the prize. And what is that prize? Honor. Pride. Or maybe just the satisfaction that I made the most of my senior year. The more I think about graduating, the longer my list becomes, so hopefully I’m not getting in over my head.

  • Complete the unofficial graduation requirements
  • Participate and finish the Krispy Kreme Challenge at NC State
  • Run a marathon and qualify for the Boston Marathon
  • Explore and get to know Durham
  • Finish a pub crawl without dying
  • Head back down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras '09!
  • Attend tailgates at UGA and UVA
  • Go to at least 10 performances (e.g. shows, plays, concerts)
  • Complete the Bandito’s Challenge (Eating “El Gigante” Burrito)
  • Listen to more jazz at the Mary Lou
  • Go on at least one crazy road trip (Maybe a concert in Atlanta or Washington D.C.)
  • Immortalize my friends in photographs
  • Remember to have fun, even when stressed out of my mind (Thank goodness, I have amazing friends to deal with that)

Monday, August 4, 2008

LET ME COUNT THE WAYS

It’s 2:14 A.M. and sleep has yet to find me. It’s hard to believe that it’s only been two days since I left New Orleans because I am suffering from major withdrawal. Something just doesn’t seem right about me, and I believe it’s due to all the things I miss about the Crescent City.

I miss running in Audubon Park and seeing the island tree littered with swans, which presented an odd, but lovely sight. A summer of running in the park revitalized my love for running by showing me a community of fellow movers and an environment of tranquility that helped settle my thoughts. It offered me a refuge and served as a reminder of how lucky I was to be in New Orleans.

I miss Magazine Street with its multitude of shops, eating spots, interesting characters, and coffee shops. I enjoyed exploring its nooks and crannies, and a simple walk on it brightened my day. Slim Goodies is the place I will miss most because of its unique decor, servers, and delectable breakfast food. Where will I be able to find a sweet potato pancake in Durham?!

I miss dancing for absolutely no reason. I love how some Top 40 hits (e.g. Pocketful of Sunshine) have gained immense meaning to me, not from the lyrics or beat, but from experiences shared with others. After a NOLA summer, I definitely feel more uninhibited, leading me to do things I never would have done (e.g slip n' slide during a thunderstorm). Maybe it's something in the water or maybe it's just the knowledge that I will never have an opportunity like this in my lifetime. Whatever the reason, I have never felt so alive.

I miss the streetcars that rumble slowly along St. Charles’ Avenue. Though it was not my primary mode of transportation, I appreciated streetcar rides because they showed me the beauty of the Garden District and New Orleanians from many walks of life. They also provided a cooling breeze to combat the day’s heat and humidity.

I miss free jazz music. The city exudes jazz from its streets peppered with performers working for spare change to jazz at Wednesday at the Square, an event bringing people together after a long day’s work. Music is indestructible, and it lives on as a reminder of the city's rich history and the strength of New Orleanians. I also love how a simple tune can make you feel alive, filling you with the beat’s energy and encompassing you in emotions.

I miss the food. The food of New Orleans needs no introduction. Po-boys of many varieties. Crawfish étouffée. Bread pudding. Red beans and rice. All foods that will not taste as good if not prepared in NOLA. Of course, I also miss burritos from Juan’s Flying Burrito, Abita beer from The Bulldog, and iced coffee and beignets from Café du Monde.

I miss Ochsner Hospital and its constant bustle of doctors, families, students, and patients. Despite my annoyance with waking up at 7, I enjoyed my internship because it gave me a chance to work in many capacities from research to community service. It also reinforced my dedication to medicine and provided me with beneficial insights to help me down this career path.

I miss happy hours at Superior Grill with Suite 606 + 2. What do you get when you mix potent beverages with eight rowdy college kids? A free sombrero, strawberry sopapilla, and plenty of dirty looks from the other patrons. Both experiences, though somewhat shambolic, were filled with laughter and good food, and they really bound us together as friends.

I even miss the humid air which suffocated my pores and the uneven sidewalks which attacked me during drunken wanderings home. I miss the city and much more. It has enchanted me, both mind and body. On Saturday, I walked onto a plane to Ohio as someone very different than the girl who landed on June 1. After spending a mere eight weeks down there, I feel an indescribable connection to NOLA because it opened my eyes to a new culture, an alternative lifestyle, and a part of me I never knew.

Friday, August 1, 2008

A LONG TIME COMING

Many Sundays ago, I realized it was once again time to blog and as usual, I struggled to arrive upon a subject worthy of consideration. As I sat at Rue de la Course (a quaint, coffee shop located on Magazine Street) with others from the program, I asked out loud, “What should I write about?” “Me!” was the emphatic response from the three people closest to me. I figured those replies warranted an entry on the diverse individuals I have had the pleasure of getting to know these past several weeks. Ashley said it was odd that no one had written about the people on the program, so I guess I will be a pioneer and explore the many personalities encountered on the 6th floor. Of course what I write are merely basic character summaries, but hopefully, I have expanded on them since June 1 as my time in NOLA draws to an end.

My first interaction with everyone on DukeEngage NOLA was at our group’s workshop. Upon seeing them sitting around eating Dillo, I thought to myself, “This summer will suck.” I thought this because I did not personally know any of the people around me besides Shantel. They were strangers, just faces I had sometime seen walking to class, eating at the Loop, or studying in Perkins. However, as my close proximity to New Orleans has led me to embrace the city, my close proximity to those once-strangers has led me to embrace them as friends.

I would like to preface the following summaries by saying that I have the utmost respect for everyone on this program and that nothing I write below is meant to be sarcastic or offensive.

Suite 606: The DukeEngage Big Sisters + Sushi

Samantha – Despite knowing only one opera singer, she is my favorite. We have become close since Essence Fest when she gave me pin-curls, giving me a new look and a chance to get to know one another. We take cute pictures, which are many times cuter than pictures of two other NOLA folk. I love hearing her “whomp whomps” and “Not ____!” comments, and over many crazy nights/adventures, Sam has become someone whom I enjoy long, random-themed talks.

Shantel – I met Shantel sophomore year as we both worked as student trainers for the Duke Football team. If I could describe her in one word, it would be “fierce,” because she is such an independent and strong individual. Even though I know that she will always laugh at my “foolishness” or shake her head whenever I’m being “reckless,” she is a very caring person and I know that she will be there whenever I need a hug or someone to listen to me rant.

Candace – Candace is our group’s international traveler as she has been off this continent since starting this program. She always seems cheerful and bubbly, and very little (from what I’ve seen) phases her. She and I bonded over a game of I.O.T. (Inside, Outside, Tim), and despite a fierce competition concerning how photogenic we are, we’ve managed to stay civil and even disclose top secret information, most of which is extremely comical, to each other.

Sushma – I went on my first date in NOLA with Sushma. She and I are similar academically (BME/Pre-Med), and I appreciate having someone around who is an average enginerd like me. We have become friends the past three weeks through our love of making messes in the kitchen, and although we’re HAMs (our experiences can only be described as “sham-bolic”), we both still emphatically ask “Can we live?!” and wonder, “When’s the next rain?”

Suite 604: Home, Suite Home…

Margaret – Looking at Margaret, one would think she was just a typical southern belle, complete with a love of Southern fare and powerful Southern accent (Just ask the staff at NOMA). However, she did not earn the title of “Modern-day Scarlett” (O’Hara, obviously) without a reason. She can curse like a sailor when the occasion calls for it, and she is resilient as seen through her experiences of helping the students of LHA. Additionally, she is an immaculate dresser.

Felicia – This girl has tons of willpower. I know this because she has remained vegetarian in NOLA, not giving into local delicacies of po-boys and jambalaya. Major props must be given to her because she has escaped all DukeEngage shenanigans unscathed (sans the brownie-fire incident), making her the sanest person in the suite. She is also generous (Thank you for all the free pasta dinners/brownies and for helping out at Green Library), which is something to be admired.

Carla – She’s the program’s dancing queen and if I had her stamina, I would be dancing all night, too. Though we jokingly say that she has no filter, what I most admire about Carla is her blunt honesty. Sometimes all we want is an honest opinion, regardless what we want to hear. One of my unforgettable memories of this trip is of us dancing on stage with Big Sam’s Funky Nation, and looking back, she helped open up Chris Brown dance moves and New Orleans to me.

Suite 602: Instead of going to the circus, save yourself the money and venture into this suite if you’re looking for clowns. You can point and laugh at these fellows for free. Kidding. Maybe.

Tim – Let’s be honest. He’s just so vain. When he plays ultimate, he often catches himself staring at his bicep because the sweat glistens and helps define that muscle. Tim has been my personal trainer for the summer, helping to kick my butt back into shape after my sedentary MCAT period. Tim also has ridiculous dance moves, which he adeptly showed during the first group icebreaker, and I think he has a career in pop music. “I’m Tim Burns. What’s your name?

Luke – Though he ranks in the bottom 50% (#856) of my friend list, I have gotten to know this fellow marathoner pretty well, or at least well enough to know that he is denial (You are emo. Live it. Love it. Own it.). He likes sleeping, but also reigns as the caffeine king, downing coffee like a fish. He epitomizes carpe diem in his efforts to appreciate New Orleans to its fullest, and despite some quirks (e.g. bunnies), it is chill to hang out with him. Just don’t play him in Uno.

Ryan – In short, Ryan is a “big hunk of man.” I don’t know how he keeps the fawning ladies at bay because with one boyish-grin and blue/green-eyed glance, you’re thunderstruck. I appreciate his sharp wit, sarcastic, but engaging blog posts, and confidence because not many people can own a room quite like Big Bird (especially in DC Comics PJs). Though his basketball game needs some work (HORSE), I find comfort in knowing there is a man among the boys of 602.

Danny – Until a few days ago, my first thought concerning Danny was “Get this boy some milk!” From his mishaps, one would think he was a klutz. This statement is untrue in the context of life, because despite only being a rising sophomore, he has more life direction than many rising seniors. He is hardworking and dedicated to his internship; he has been spotted working on stuff for his internship after hours. Additionally, I am thankful for him introducing me to Dexter.

Suite 601: Potpourri + Baking Central

Lauren – As our group’s “Recovering RA,” it’s only fitting we made sure Lauren had her share of crazy moments, pushing her to jokingly say, “You’ve ruined me!” What is most unforgettable about Lauren is not her distinctive and ¬catching giggle or her big, blue eyes, but her caring nature as episodes from this summer have shown. Although we see wearing heels very differently (Her: Eh, heels / Me: The higher, the better), I’m glad we agree on two things: eyeliner and SATC.

Abby – This shirt describes Abby pretty well, hence why it is in her possession. Looking at her, one might think that she is prim and proper, but watch out! She is quite the deadly fighter as she attacks with her patented high-elbow offense from up high, which prevents even the most skilled combatant (e.g. Tim, a wrestler of thirteen-years) from retaliation. Additionally, she can strike some killer poses, and she can make men cower in fear with just one glance.

Britney – Britney is one of the most put-together people I have ever met. This characteristic covers everything from her daily dress (sans that pair of zipper-back Tommy Jeans) to her general way of carrying herself (e.g. her smooth handling of the recent transportation dilemma – Thanks for being a lifesaver!). I’ve never heard her say anything petty or unwarranted, which is a trait I strive to attain one day. She just epitomizes class.

Bonnie – Though people think Bonnie is a quiet individual, I have gotten to see the opposite. She and I have bonded over our mutual Asian culture shock experience upon getting to Duke during a meal at Café Maspero. We’ve learned that we also share other similarities (e.g. favorite Project Runway designers, Cheesecake Factory cheesecake) and despite her reserved demeanor, I have seen glimpses of Bonnie’s crazy side. Just ask her about rainy days and slip n’ slides.

Megan – I cannot believe I had not crossed paths with Meg before this trip because we share a fair number of close friends (The Brick?) In my opinion, Meg is the most outspoken, yet eloquent, person on this trip and she’s not afraid to tell you her educated views (Thanks to slate.com). I wouldn’t have survived this summer without our Gchat conversations, talks about “feelings,” and a three-letter word. NBD! Also, she makes wonderful chocolate birthday cakes shaped like hats.