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6-year-old Japanese street style personality Coco in Harajuku wearing a vintage hat with Gosha Rubchinskiy pins, a vintage Harley Davidson tee, vintage floral skirt, sandals, a Funktique Tokyo “PURE” choker, and a crossbody bag from the Louis Vuitton x Supreme collection. Full Look

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Shawn Huckins’ “Athenaeum (I Can’t Pretend That This Is Poetry)” at Foster / White.

Opening on Thursday, October 5th, 2017 at Foster / White Gallery in Seattle, Washington is artist Shawn Huckin’s exceptional solo show of new brilliant new paintings entitled “Athenaeum (I Can’t Pretend That This Is Poetry).”

Huckins explains his work as “[exploring] 18th and 19th century American painting and photography in context of 21st century lexicons - Facebook status updates, tweets, texting acronyms - that permeate today’s popular culture.  The process is a methodical replication of the original work, each painted by hand followed by the superimposition of large white letters, also painted, of social media jargon.”

The exhibition will be on view until October 21st, 2017.  It should not be missed if you’re in the area.


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today is my last day working as a doctor. the past two months had been a limbo, with me working only a few days each week trying to finish up my annual leave on top of my long medical leave after my miscarriage. it is still really crazy how much things have changed since coming here, and i feel like i have been rushing through too many milestones to my liking. i feel old, but not necessarily wiser. i feel so stretched i don’t actually know if i have snapped somewhere along the way, or if i haven’t and am just still stretched.

i hope that this is the right decision, leaving it all to pursue a different interest. i have tried to assuage my worries by telling myself that change is always uncomfortable and scary, because that is just the side effects of leaving your comfort zone. i keep hearing invisible people telling me off for carrying out a poorly thought out plan. i keep thinking it is a poorly thought out plan, despite how much i tried to deny it to others. i project my own insecurities onto superiors and family members and friends who don’t even know i was leaving.

i thought the medical fraternity would be the most discouraging, but my colleagues had actually been the most sympathetic. my nurses insisted to have a photo with me, because ‘one of the good ones’ is leaving. still, they justified and validated my decision, having had seen me at both my best and worst; the former dealing with crises with the calmest voice i could muster; the latter literally on the operating table, bleeding out of my uterus shedding out a crumpled unbaked baby.

and today, as i step out of the hospital bearing my nametag prefixed with Dr for the last time, i feel like a post-midnight cinderella, leaving the comforts and luxuries of a daydream, stripped of a certain glory. i am deliberately leaving the safe tedium of a routine that i had been paid for these past 3 yrs. no more owning sheepishly to the distant relatives’ recognition of being “so-and-so’s daughter/niece/grandchild who is a doctor”, despite knowing how crappy i am at it. no more carrying the title like an honour and a scar, only as a scar.

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My first posting was Orthopaedics, 4th floor. There were a number of us there, and I was lucky to have entered the posting with 2 of my friends, on top of 3 other new ‘first posters’. Our seniors from college Izzaty and Sheila were there too, as fifth and fourth posters respectively, and we had dinner with the former just a few days before so we were less anxious.There was only 1 ward (28 beds excluding extension beds, and those things multiply I tell you) for Orthopaedics in the whole entire hospital, so we were quite luxurious, having had 20+ HOs at that time.

We had 3 different shifts; A (6am to 6pm), 2 B callers (6am to 9pm) and 2 C callers (6am to 12pm the next day). C callers would only be in charge of the acute bed (2 max each). From the A and B pool, we would be divided into clinic, Operation Theatre (OT) lister or ward work, and we would be given a list of turns for Emergency cases review by the day’s In Charge (usually a B caller). However for the first 2 weeks we had to ‘tag’; which entails 6am to 10pm shifts with only one day off in between. We needed to pass an 'off tag assessment’ by our MO Dr Kee before we can work our normal shifts. It was all very overwhelming to take in on my first day, so that day the In Charge told us to tag with our seniors (ones who had been in Ortho much longer than us; not necessarily those of more advanced postings). I got stuck with this guy, F and he was reviewing bed 20 something, and I can’t remember now what the patient was in for. I thought I would, given that it was my first patient ever as a doctor, but I was more concerned with how things worked around there.

He snickered at me at first, seeing how I had my white coat on with a handful of pens in my upper pocket, a stethoscope around my neck, a torch pen and goodness! Even a tendon hammer! I felt silly at first, and I kept addressing him as “Doctor” before he cut me off.

“Ala rilek ah. Aku pun first poster macam kau. Cuma aku awal sikit, dua bulan. White coat kita pakai hari rabu je untuk grand round. Hari hari lain tak payah pakai. Ok. Kau nak review patient pagi pagi senang je. Kau tengok orang semalam punya AM Review, lepas tu kau salin je. Macam ni, 63 year old bla bla bla underlying bla bla bla, currently dia macam mana. On examination macam mana. Lepas tu plan dia kau ikut je plan masa pm review.”

This, I have learnt after some time, was NOT the way to review patients. I also remembered how he did not even address or touch the patient before he wrote his examination findings. I remember thinking he must have been one of lazy shortcut types (had a lot of those in medical school) and decided not to follow his advice. I stopped calling him Doctor much earlier than I did everybody else.

I turned to someone else for guidance; Ann, a sturdy third poster whom I called Doctor for a whole week because she seemed so fun yet calm and knowledgable. She came in from Medical posting, and it was common knowledge that anyone who passed Medical was a reliable HO who can manage any crisis thrown at them. “Dia cakap macam tu kat kau ke Najah?” she laughed “Dulu masa aku masuk Ortho lepas Medical bukan main dia nak ajar aku macam mana nak buat wound dressing, nak review bagai. Dia tak tahu aku dah third posting. Masa tu dia nak mengorat aku tapi dia tak tahu aku dah kahwin. Bila aku bagitau laki aku, laki aku pandang dia kecik besar kecik besar je hahahaha.”

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I thought I would remember them. I remember thinking, as I watched my friend reviewing a patient on my first day of work, that I will remember my very first patient.

But I don’t, I didn’t. Because after that first patient it was one after another in a never ending train. Many times after I wished it would stop, but it never did.

In fact now that I’m trying, I cannot come up with a single patient of note - except the recent ones that I encountered.

I put him to sleep twice; both times for his eyes. He was deaf and mute, and he had Hepatitis B. Never figured how he got the latter. It was hospital protocol that after an infective case they would have to clean the operation room especially thoroughly, so naturally his case was scheduled as the last one. I remember thinking how pleasant a change it was to end my shift without having to scream my head off to wake the patient up - I just had to shake him like a mad person and rest my voice.

I know how unemotional this makes me sound, but towards the end I felt more and more detached from everything around me.

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Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.
- Douglas Adams (via invaderxan)
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supersonicart:

Scott Listfield’s “Franchise.”

Paintings from artist Scott Listfield’s recent exhibition “Franchise,” which was on display last month at Gallery 1988 in Los Angeles, California.  The brilliant series depicts the iconic signage of fast food institutions (as well as sly references to “Bob’s Burgers,” “Star Wars,” and Netflix’s “Stranger Things” among others) being rediscovered by Listfield’s ever-wandering astronaut in a distant, dystopian future.

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