November 7th, 2011
|09:45 pm - Jacksonville, the Most Boring Place on Earth: AMWA Edition|
Oh, is it time for the AMWA Annual Conference again? Oh, do I no longer have time to write epic posts, even with the help of Gerald? Are lists less time-intensive?
- alternating between reading The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya, working on my play, and preparing for my workshop on the long-ass plane ride from San Francisco to Charlotte
- drawing the attention of the woman sitting beside me at the airport, Nat, who noticed "tamoxifen" in my notes and deduced that I was also on my way to the AMWA conference
- taking Nat on as my unofficial newbie since we were both going to miss the Conference Coach Connection because our flight from Charlotte to Jacksonville was delayed
- seeing Liz at the Welcome Reception and meeting Kara, the other new acquaintance I would run into frequently during the conference, and one of my future students
- reading my short superhero play at the Creative Readings to much applause and then personally reading it to Nat and Liz, who had missed it
- winning a Poison Pen Letter kit
- learning where drug names come from at the Thursday breakfast
- sitting next to Kara for the keynote speech, which I actually paid attention to because it was really interesting, about bioethics and all the crazy things we've been doing to animals like giving a monkey a prosthetic arm IT CAN CONTROL WITH ITS MIND
- taking a nap
- still not being able to stay awake during the virology workshop taught by Bek and Tom
- meeting Amy, whom I had been communicating with via LinkedIn about trying to break into medical writing, as if I were some expert
- enjoying silver noodles with scallops at Indochine, probably the only Thai place in Jacksonville
- ordering a terribly disappointing key lime pie from room service
- learning about the cardiovascular system and writing SOPs
- meeting an attractive Indian woman...who was married and had kids, because everyone is married and has kids
- being surprised that avipedia showed up 24 hours early since I had goofed in my e-mail
- chatting with Australians at the awards dinner
- learning more about presentation skills at the Thursday breakfast and coming up with a metaphor to use in my cancer pharmacology workshop
- teaching my best workshop ever, somehow nailing the length, despite having practiced very little
- being called a gifted teacher, a born teacher, an excellent teacher and being told it was the best workshop they had taken
- learning later that one woman had actually taken it two years ago and thought it was fantastic then and she took it again and I was the most dynamic presenter she'd ever seen and now she was my biggest fan
- spending my first Saturday lunch without SR-71 or a new friend, instead going with Mark to the Burrito Gallery, which was both a burrito shop and an art gallery
- deciding that the yellow curry chicken burrito didn't really work and ordering more Cajun fish tacos, which did
- learning about the amazing renal system and magical kidneys
- marveling at how Sacramento, the site of next year's conference, presented itself
- meeting avipedia at the correct time and walking a mile (across the magical blue bridge) for lobster spring rolls (mmm), crab stuffed mushrooms (NOM), and swordfish (meh?) at Chart House
- failing to find a conveniently located dessert place with our smartphones
- walking a mile past Baptist everything and seeing approximately five people out on a Saturday night
- discovering my favorite place in Jacksonville, Pulp, which had a hot poster and cool smoothies (chocolate strawberry, mmm)
- walking a mile back to the Friendship Fountain and commemorating our friendship
- walking a mile back to the hotel and trying to figure out what to do in Jacksonville (protip: there is nothing to do in Jacksonville)
- having our plans to hit the art museum AND the science museum be foiled the next morning when we discovered that the former didn't even open until noon, the latter not till one
- hitting up the most popular place in Jacksonville, the Metro Diner, for brunch and clogging our arteries with breakfast piewalking into the Museum of Contemporary Art Jacksonville and instantly falling in love with Melanie Pullen's High Fashion Crime Scenes
- admiring some photographs and being unmoved by others
- checking out the pretty sweet Jacksonville Public Library, which had whole shelves for zines
- running out of things to do in Jacksonville and just going back to Pulp for frozen yogurt (although avipedia got juice)
- seriously just driving around to waste time because everything was closed and there was nothing to do in Jacksonville
- watching white dude after white dude be allowed to go through the metal detector but being randomly chosen to go through the Miscalibrated Radiation Dispensing Machine
- opting for the pat-down and even getting my HAIR pat down
- having no real desire to return to Jacksonville again...except for Pulp
Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Gravity Kills - Falling
|Date:||November 8th, 2011 10:18 am (UTC)|| |
The last time I was in Jacksonville was seven years ago - my cousin and I drove around trying to find food or entertainment and ended up accidentally driving into a gated community where the gate was open but then closed when we came back so we just drove around watching elderly people take their trash to the curb for an hour until someone opened the gate again. And sweated a lot since it was mid-July. Ohhh, Jacksonville.
|Date:||November 8th, 2011 11:30 am (UTC)|| |
Go you on being an awesome teacher!
"walking a mile past Baptist everything"
I LOVE this.
Baptist Convention Center, Baptist Credit Union, Baptist Building, Baptist Church...
|Date:||November 8th, 2011 08:55 pm (UTC)|| |
Dag, you'd think being an awesome Cancer Pharmacology Workshop Teacher would result in more dates. You've got to leverage that better. I'm going to blame Jacksonville.
And not everybody's married and has kids! Well, I do. But I'm not everybody.
|Date:||November 8th, 2011 08:56 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh, and I think they just wanted to pat down your hair because it's look so shiny and luxuriant. Pantene's working for you.
Dude, there a lot of desserts that are a bummer but still edible when they're not great, but bad key lime pie...disappointing is exactly the word that comes to mind.
Now I want key lime pie.
It was like half whipped cream and strangely bitter instead of tart.
What a waste... I bet someone tried to put zest in and added a bunch of pith or something. That shit is bitter.
Your conferences always sound a lot more exciting than the ones I go to. We don't usually have things like plays.
Where *do* drug names come from?
Hopefully Sacramento will have a lot more to do than Baptist Everything (and nothing else).
watching white dude after white dude be allowed to go through the metal detector but being randomly chosen to go through the Miscalibrated Radiation Dispensing Machine
I always get randomly chosen too. Blonde, female, mid-30s, busty. I think they just want to look at my pr0no-scan. (I let the gruff female TSA agents grope me instead. This mostly works out okay, except for at JFK, where they have a serious crotch-punching habit.)
Where *do* drug names come from?
I did know that there were all sorts of suffixes and roots for drug classes (more than I knew!), but there are other rules like the fact that the name can't imply that the drug does something (Cancer-Away!) and other caveats. You also have to watch out for names that sound or look like other drugs to avoid medication errors, which can be fatal. There are actually companies whose entire purpose is to come up with drug names to sell to drug companies.
|Date:||November 9th, 2011 04:02 pm (UTC)|| |
Ahhh Jax. Chamblin Bookmine is a thing of supreme awesomeness, but other than that, meh. Can't say I miss living there. Except for Chamblin. Oh god I miss Chamblin.
Is that the giant bookstore downtown near the art museum? We heard about it but didn't visit.
|Date:||November 9th, 2011 04:08 pm (UTC)|| |
It's a used bookstore that specializes in rare, out-of-print, and non-existent items. It's the biggest and best used bookstore there is. Yes, I've been to both Powell's and the Strand, and they just did not compare. It's huge and wonderful and has everything and I want to live in a corner of it. Can't remember there being an art museum nearby, but I probably wouldn't know! If you ever go back to Jax, GO THERE DO NOT PASS GO JUST DO IT.