Next three weeks will be spend in New York, followed by Las Vegas and finally in Los Angeles (again). Thus, once again this is your chance to get a postcard from exciting places in the world!

Replies are screened, so leave your address and city of choice here or at im_not_here (at) ymail.com. Oh, and add a list of must-do's, too! I'll just sit here and be excited.


Dear Mr. Clooney, please be back in LA. Give me a call or send me a mail. I'll bring coffee.

Three job interviews, three job offers. One I got because of being a marathoner, one I got despite saying I had no idea if I wanted to be a professor (that was the one at uni...). I took the one where the boss laughed about everything I said during the interview.

Now it's time to find a new home.

Applications sent so far: Four.

Wish me luck.

I just watched recruits give their solemn oath in front of the Reichstag. It was in some ways both scary, as in '1984-totalitarian', and, well, solemn. Five hundred recruits pledging loyalty to the people? Very solemn. Our chancellor was there, and when congratulating six of the five hundred recruits, she managed to squeeze in some small talk, which I find very charming.

Also, awesome national anthem!

FYI: The oath is given in commemoration of the putsch against Hitler on July 20, 1944.

I started writing again.

The last time I wrote something non-medical was last year, exactly the day I and my then-girlfriend broke up. (Grey's Anatomy, focusing on Alex and how he wants Addison back, and no, I don't think I'll ever finish it. It died during the break-up. Not that I'm complaining.) This week, I wrote an obituary, and my mom reading the first paragraph and suspecting worse than worst will teach me to never again leave my laptop alone.

But. I started writing again.

Also: Oral exams were passed last week. During six hours of exams I showed 'good to very good' knowledge of medicine, resulting (with my written exams) in an overall 'B', which puts me somewhere at the top of my class. I had to proof my expertise in surgery, internal medicine, pediatrics, and, my favorite, pathology. Apparently I excelled in pathology, since after admitting that I plan to start working in pathology, the surgeon said something like, 'Well, it showed during exams.' Being grilled by my favorite pathologist (whom I know from working with him last year) felt more like talking to him about an interesting case, and it was then that I realized just how logical hepatitis can be.

I am a doctor, now.

Niels Bohr, Nobel Laureate in Physics, reportedly postponed his honeymoon to write a paper on atomic structure. I take a liking to scientists more and more these days.

Also, on our marketplace, they gave away free hugs. I almost cried in the arms of a stranger.

For a day, I'd say yes. Just one reason: Penis. I'd like to have one, for a day. And for marathons. Also, running topless? Priceless.

Zur Nominierung Gesine Schwans als SPD-Kandidatin für das Bundespräsidentenamt sage ich nur folgendes: Bundeskanzlerin Angela Merkel meint, die Nominierung Schwans sei "bedauerlich und nur mit dem inneren Zustand der SPD zu erklären". Die meisten Bürger wünschten sich Köhler als Bundespräsidenten.

Und: I agree.

Man, seriously. If I was an archaeologist, I'd be sitting in Africa, brushing the dust off bones. I wouldn't have to worry about my lack of sleep, because, clearly, I wouldn't have to spend all day in the OR.

Also, why do patients bleed? I find that very annoying. Stop bleeding, already.

So. Let's get this out into the open: It is true, I am a Trekkie. There's prove of my undying love for all things Star Trek:

In Vegas, I spent most of my time visiting Star Trek: The Experience. I am proud owner of a communications badge, a UFP mug, and I wish I could attend the Starfleet Academy. First Contact is going to happen in 2063, and I speak Klingon better than, say, Italian. The Prime Directive does mean something to me, I know that resistance isn't always futile, and always try to keep in mind the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition.

My first true gay love was Jadzia Dax, and I still have this tiny little crush on her that makes me want to count every single one of her freckles. I kept a picture of her in a picture frame on my nightstand, and one day, my father asked me if she was my girlfriend. yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes I said no but didn't mention the heart with a picture of her around my neck and that I'd marry her and move to Terok Nor. It'd be worth it.

That said, I am proud to be a Trekkie.

Live long and prosper.

Today I learned that "star trekking" and "deep space nine'ing" are also sexual practices.

Chief: 'So you think we're criminals?'
Patient: 'Yes. What else would you be?'
Chief: 'Well, actually, we're doctors.'

Why ain't I allowed to laugh in situations like that one?

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Also, because I am addicted to this song, and everybody should listen to it: Tori Amos - Siren.mp3. Live version here.

It somewhat sucks when you realize that you might have had the best time in your life, even though you've spend a major part of it with dead people. Four months of my internship are over, I'm still alive and hanging on, and I'm sure I've met the most amazing woman who even looks gorgeous in bright red dresses. I've loved my work, and I wouldn't want to miss a single aspect of it. I could do without the mucus, though.

Also: Yay to Studio 60 for sucking lately, in a way that actually won't make me miss it once it's over. Did I mention that I went by Bradley Whitford's office last year?

Due to LJ's poor way of handling the latest episode of journal suspension, mylexie wants to know if you'd be interested in a blogging site with a Dutch host, where fandom could be safe again. Go and fill out her poll. Now.

This is all I'm going to say about the suspension issue.

Hillary Rodham Clinton is in to win.

Yes!

We loves my new iPod Shuffle. Size does matter, I tell you.

To celebrate that love, I am now looking for music to feed it with. It's hungry, so go ahead and recommend. You won't be punished for a bad taste in music.

Kate Walsh promoting Safer Sex? Very sexy.

Also, should I be worried that everybody and their twin sister has published their picfor1000- fic, while I don't even have an idea?

In the year 2007 I resolve to: Sleep my way to the top. Get your resolution here.

My comment got stolen by Christmas elves.

Title: With a helping hand
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 135
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (E is for elliptical)
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Title: Friday night in the universe
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara/Sofia
Rating: R
Word count: 150
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (R is for rind)
Summary: "I guess not all of your parties ended as pleasantly as this one."
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Title: In a fighting spirit
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Catherine/Sara
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 105
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (Y is for yank)
Summary: This is how they settle their differences.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Title: Obstacles
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: R
Word count: 111
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (Z is for zipper)
Summary: "You won't hear me complain."
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Also, this marks my last post of the year. So, good-bye 2006. You will be missed.

Title: Aren't you kind of glad we did?
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine, Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 140
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (S is for startle)
Summary: "I think I should want it to end."
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Title: To prove her wrong
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine, Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 123
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (H is for hankering)
Summary: "You only miss the sex." Follows the drabble above.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Title: Sins and tragedies
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Catherine, (Catherine/Warrick)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 125
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (C is for collapse)
Summary: In the end, the marriage fails.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Title: Real Bad News
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia, Grissom/Sofia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (I is for ink)
Summary: "I'm not going to leave."
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title is Aimee Mann's.

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Title: Common cause
Fandom: CSI/Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Jordan McDeere
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 150
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (N is for narcotic)
Summary: This isn't how she usually handles eyewitness interviews.
Spoilers: For Studio 60's season one, lots of them. Also, one for CSI's Bloodlines (4x23).
Disclaimer: Not mine. Jordan, I'm incredibly sorry that the first time I write you is in a crossover. With CSI. Really.

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Title: Events remembered
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 130
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (Q is for quilt)
Summary: Sofia probably still has most of her birthday presents.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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Title: On unequal terms
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia
Rating: R
Word count: 135
A/N: Written for femslash100's alphabetsoup. (J is for jugular)
Summary: She's tired of always having to compete with Grissom.
Disclaimer: Not mine.

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