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August 3rd, 2009


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11:06 pm - The Original Christ Experience Since 1975
These training courses always work the same way: I connect with a few people on the first morning, and we spend the rest of the course together. This course is no different. On my way out the door to the shuttle, I encountered a trio of attractive young women who were also looking for the shuttle to the course. We shall call them Earth, Wind, and Fire.

Earth is black. Her coffee spilled on my DIA bag. I sat next to her at first, but since we were in a little lecture hall, she moved a seat away to have some room for the small desk and giant binder. She was on her own more often than the other two, so I didn't talk to her as much.

Wind is South Indian, I am guessing, based on her last name, though perhaps mixed, based on her first name and the fact that, though light-skinned, she has several brown freckles around her nose. I'm not sure what that signifies. She was the one who asked what my name, she was the one who invited me to sit with them when she saw me sitting alone at breakfast, she was the one who asked where I'd been when I joined them at lunch with dessert after having eaten with others since they had been otherwise occupied. She confirmed her Indianness by commenting on the rakhis on my wrist. She dressed up in many silly costumes in college. She wants to take my cancer pharmacology workshop. She laughed at my treecycline joke. Alas, she has a boyfriend.

Fire is a fellow Patel, and we even share the third and final letters of our five-letter names. She has very nice hair. She drew a lion in her handout (upon which Wind drew a crown), followed by an elephant, and then, when Wind asked her to, she drew a monkey that looked more like a koala, we decided. Alas, she is picking out a wedding gown.

(It is kind of sad and annoying that I now instinctively evaluate all South Asian women as potential wives. But, you know, deadline.)

The trio, all having gone to pharmacy school, were Fellows in an interesting program whereby they worked at a pharmaceutical company for one year in a specific department and then had the option of doing six-month rotations in other departments to see which they liked best.

The first day of the course was rather interesting, though I will not bore you with the details. Except for one bizarre little tidbit about the IND, the application one must file with the FDA to conduct clinical trials in humans with an Investigational New Drug. Now, one would think that the reason one would be required to file such a thing would be to hold oneself responsible to ethical standards and protect the safety of the patients on the trials.

Actually, the technical, legal reason one must file the application is to be granted an exception on the prohibition of interstate commerce of an unlicensed product. Seriously. It's so you can carry your drug across state lines. I of course asked whether it was possible to play the loophole and conduct your trial in the same state that your drug is manufactured in, but no one has dared, as the FDA could just as easily take a very narrow interpretation of the law and point out one little thing in your operation that qualifies as prohibited interstate commerce, and you're screwed. Just file the IND, folks.

My evening involved meeting up with Anjali, Ravi's sister. I met her on Boylston, and she guided me around the fens—which Wikipedia defines as "a type of wetland fed by surface and/or groundwater"—to Lilly's Gourmet Pasta Express, where we enjoyed fried spinach ravioli and tasty pasta. I had Cajun chicken and shrimp alfredo with onions and tomatoes and mushrooms. I was going to toss in Gorgonzola for kicks, but Anjali cautioned me against it.

This is why I hate my brother: he texted me the following:
RIP butterfly boucher, heard at marshalls
There were two ways to take that statement, but given the world lately, I would not have been surprised if she had actually died in some freak accident. I texted him back asking what the hell he was talking about.
She was played over the speaker...also RIP yeah yeah yeahs, heard at the room store
Oh, good, he was just being an indie hipster.

Relatedly, Anjali asked me if I had any good new music to share, so I searched through Smellerbee and played her my latest song addiction, "I've Got Friends" by Manchester Orchestra. We shared earbuds while walking, quite deftly, if I do say so myself. She really dug it, as well she should, because it's awesome. I also played her some Plushgun and Nightmare of You as she played GPS, directing us when to "Turn left."

In keeping with her GPS mode, she announced that we had reached our destination, J.P. Licks, a popular Boston ice cream place on Newbury. I ordered coffee Oreo ice cream with crushed waffle cone bits, and Anjali insisted on paying for me even though I was on the company dime. She said it was her Indianness coming through, and I completely understood. We sat in a little circular booth that resembled something out of an amusement park...and it read, "Please Do Not Spin."

(This is where you would see a picture if I were not too lazy to attempt to deal with photo manipulation and uploading on a work laptop. Perhaps there will be a picture post when I return.)

I was intrigued by the existence of cucumber ice cream. I may return to try it out. It is a nice place with a strong bovine theme. Anjali got Cowlua, for instance.

We continued down Newbury, and I had to stop in Newbury Comics (right next to the Condom Warehouse or some such), which was much more than a comic book store. It had music and comics and movies and books and everything that is cool. But not very discounted! The best part, however, was a look at the foreign film section...where we discovered Executive Koala. I must see this movie somehow! It is about...an EXECUTIVE KOALA! Whose boss is a white rabbit! And whose bartender is a frog! The blurb hilariously declared that it was unlike anything that would be made in America...which is why it was made in Japan!

We continued down Newbury and passed another Boston ice cream place called Emack and Bolio's...that declared itself to be The Original Boston Ice Cream Experience Since 1975.

OH NO YOU DI'N'T.

Boston became a city in 1822. Ice cream has been around in some form for centuries and hit America by the early 1800s. THEREFORE: in order to be the Original Boston Ice Cream Experience, YOU HAD BETTER HAVE BEEN AROUND A LOT LONGER THAN THIRTY GODDAMN YEARS.

Anjali countered with the various churches named "First Church of Christ." None of them were truly the first church of Christ! But she thought it was okay. Did they, however, tout themselves as providing the original Christ experience?

We turned off Newbury, walked past the BPL, and headed into the air-conditioned Copley Place (it is flippin' hot here right now). We wandered Copley Place and found ourselves in the Pru...dential Center, which connected to the Sheraton Boston, which Anjali had never been in. She had always seen it but had no idea how to get to it. She took in the wonder of the hotel lobby, and then it was time for her to leave.

It had been a good time. Tomorrow's evening entertainment? Dinner cruise!
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
Current Music: Dirt Poor Robins - Light in My Darkness

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From:punzerel
Date:August 4th, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
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Boo at both Wind and Fire having boy-dudes! Can you marry Anjali instead?

I like Christ jokes and ice cream. Thus, Boston sounds like a good time.
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From:spectralbovine
Date:August 4th, 2009 03:57 am (UTC)
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Anjali also has a boyfriend! Heh. And she's 21.

I am all about Christ jokes and ice cream. Let's hang out.
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From:chrryblssmninja
Date:August 4th, 2009 03:38 am (UTC)
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I encountered a trio of attractive young women who were also looking for the shuttle to the course. We shall call them Earth, Wind, and Fire.
lol you are awesome


aww drawing on notes

You can get crushed waffle cone bits?
Have you tried ube (purple yam) ice cream yet? It's a Filipino thing. It's too sweet for me too eat as much as other ice cream flavors, but I do like it in small doses
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From:spectralbovine
Date:August 4th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)
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I've never heard of this ice cream, but I have a feeling I wouldn't like it! It sounds like taro root ice cream. But it's sweet? Hm. I don't do excessively sweet.

And crushed waffle cone bits are perfect for mashing into ice cream!
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From:hecubot
Date:August 4th, 2009 03:35 pm (UTC)
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Matilda loves purple yam ice cream. It's her favorite but it's tricky to find. There's a cafe near Emmett's school that has it, however, so we can always track it down if necessary.

The Ice Cream wars in Boston are pretty involved. Steve's was founded by Steve Herrell, who sold it out to another company and then founded the competing Herrell's. Emack & Bolio does get credit for inventing Oreo ice cream.

It's further complicated by the MIT students up the Red Line who sneer at Harvard Square ice cream because they're all about gelato.
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From:spectralbovine
Date:August 4th, 2009 05:13 pm (UTC)
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Emack & Bolio does get credit for inventing Oreo ice cream.
Reeeeally? I will need evidence of this, as they seem to be in the habit of making spurious claims.

It's further complicated by the MIT students up the Red Line who sneer at Harvard Square ice cream because they're all about gelato.
I'm going to Toscanini's on Thursday. I had chocolate pudding ice cream last year, and it was the unholy marriage of pudding and ice cream. So good!
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From:smrou
Date:August 4th, 2009 08:44 pm (UTC)
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I'm going to Toscanini's on Thursday. I had chocolate pudding ice cream last year, and it was the unholy marriage of pudding and ice cream. So good!
I do love Toscanini's, and one of my all-time favorite ice cream shops is Rancatore's (I used to live a block away from it in Belmont), which is basically a brother shop to Toscanini's. "Brother shop" because the owner of Toscanini's and the owner of Rancatore's are brothers. They both make incredible ice cream.
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From:bookie85
Date:August 4th, 2009 03:42 am (UTC)
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I love JP Licks! I also love the Fens as I used to live there. Emack and Bolio's is good stuff, but expensive. You can get good smoothies there, but that is true of other places too, so I will not declare love for it like I do other places in Boston.
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From:jenepel
Date:August 5th, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)
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We have "the Fens" where I grew up in Norfolk. I always thought of it as an English term; I never considered that other places might have them too!
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From:bookie85
Date:August 5th, 2009 05:06 pm (UTC)
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I just think of the term in relation to Fenway Park. It didn't really occur to me that it really meant anything, which is stupid, I know.
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From:omoo
Date:August 4th, 2009 04:13 am (UTC)
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I want to hear your treecycline joke.

Have fun on the dinner cruise.
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From:spectralbovine
Date:August 4th, 2009 04:18 am (UTC)
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The instructors were mentioning that there's a part of the IND where you're supposed to discuss the environmental impact of the manufacturing of your drug, but in most cases, the FDA would grant you an exemption if you asked since it is highly unlikely that the manufacturing of your drug is going to harm the environment in any way. Unless, they said, you're cutting down an entire forest to make your product.

"Treecycline!" I joked.
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From:omoo
Date:August 4th, 2009 01:18 pm (UTC)
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Hee.

There was a radio documentary on how the production of E, requires an oil from a tree in SE Asia and now that tree is endangered from the poaching.

I would think a lot of drugs are made from plants and if it's from a new plant, it may not be easily cultivated. So I'm a bit sad to hear the EA is not taken seriously.

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From:wimbledonchampv
Date:August 4th, 2009 05:30 am (UTC)
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In defense of Emack and Bolio's, they are very good. I had Chocolate Raspberry Truffle the other day that was awesome!

I feel the same way about the heatwave. It was so nice to get on the air-conditioned T on my way to work after being out in the sun.
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From:spectralbovine
Date:August 4th, 2009 10:19 am (UTC)
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Hey, wait a second, you're around! Are you free this week to meet up? I am meeting bostonben for dinner tomorrow, actually. 6ish at Douza. Want to join us?
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From:wimbledonchampv
Date:August 4th, 2009 06:15 pm (UTC)
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I am around! Sadly, I work every day until Saturday and then I will be gone, but please tell bc hello for me!
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From:skogkatt
Date:August 4th, 2009 02:37 pm (UTC)
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Mmm, J.P. Licks. Good stuff. I have never been to Emack and Bolio's, though. Enjoy your dinner cruise. I'll be interested to hear how the food was. Moss and I have a theory about food being less good at places where the reason for dining is novelty. Nice views, ninja waiters, etc.
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From:spectralbovine
Date:August 4th, 2009 05:11 pm (UTC)
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I was disappointed in their actual comics selection! They only had a few shelves of graphic novels and a couple racks of issues.

I wish you were here with me too!
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From:smrou
Date:August 4th, 2009 08:46 pm (UTC)
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I (and I think everyone) think of Newbury Comics as much more of a music shop than a comics shop, despite the name. I used to do all my music shopping at Newbury Comics.
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From:super_hoodzie_x
Date:August 4th, 2009 09:33 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, good, he was just being an indie hipster."

heh. I actually like it when I hear songs I like in a store, no matter what the store, because it makes shopping less boring. Plus I can dance around the aisles. Like that time I heard the ghostbusters theme at the grocery store.
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From:soundingsea
Date:August 6th, 2009 02:51 am (UTC)
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It is kind of sad and annoying that I now instinctively evaluate all South Asian women as potential wives. But, you know, deadline.

Aw. *sniffles* Stupid pressure and stuff!

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