I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwoods

left some footprints in the deep red clay



This post is an attempt at a break from equine herpes virus stress world and a throwback to when I had a life outside of the VMTH.

I am in love with the Chris Robinson Brotherhood. It's composed of about half of the members of the Black Crowes and is folk/rock/jam band tastic. I have seen them twice at Harlow's in Sacramento with Adam and some of my resident mates and they have totally rocked it both times. It helps that the venue at Harlow's is small and intimate. Though as Chris Robinson pointed out, the decor is reminiscent of a cruise ship.

My absolute favorite song of theirs is "Tulsa Yesterday" though "the Last Place That Love Lives" (technically a Black Crowes song) is a close second.



Youtube or various pirate sites are the best places to find their music: no CD/tracks released yet.

As for books, I am waist deep in Moby Dick. The beautiful prose is still a fair trade-off for the fairly monotonous essays about various aspects of the whale (including 3 chapters on whale representations in art throughout history)but I've been reading approximately 1-2 pages a day before falling into a sleep-coma. Though I am now fairly certain I could butcher a sperm whale with the help of Melville's DIY chapter if it ever came down to it.

PS- I definitely don't mean to sound bitter about my job; this is what I signed up for. What a learning experience. Some people go their whole careers without seeing a case of neurologic EHV-1, and I have 4. And in the past 3 weeks I've done 4 LS taps, 3 AO taps, put 3 horses in slings, and did a BAL and TTW on a respiratory case. But I could use some sleep, and when I am working on 8 hours of sleep in 3 days I find it harder to suffer fools.

I don't see nothing new, but I feel a lot of change

Something new I'm trying. Click me, I go with the title.

So... as I attempt to re-start (resurrect?) this failure of a blog, I ask to myself "Self, what's the point?"...

I really don't know. This is not a knitting blog (shoutout to knit-tastic cousin Annie). I do not craft. I don't cook particularly well. I am not devoted to any small children. The only thing that I am really any good at is veterinary medicine, and I think UC Davis could potentially fire me if I talk too much about my individual patients. (I will, however, say that I floated 3 mules' teeth today. For info on floating, see this video of someone else doing it). Though I have quite strong political/environmental convictions, I'm not very good at expressing them (thank you last 4 years of reading scientific papers and medical textbooks).

I do, however, like stuff. I mean I like the hell out of some stuff. And I usually have an internal soundtrack. Today's soundtrack was brought to you by the Traveling Wilburys, a supergroup comprised of Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison.

As for stuff I like: I really like this great band Among the Oak and Ash. Very Appalachia/folksy/Americana. The frontman is Josh Joplin. Check them out on the Mountain Stage on NPR. A note to my Republican readers: you will not turn into a socialist by watching a Mountain Stage broadcast. I can personally guarantee no liberal overtures in this concert.

I'm also really really liking my new LL Bean boots. I am firmly of the belief that cold feel are bad for the soul. Until recently, however, I was NOT of the belief that Northern California turned into a 6-inch-deep-mud-pit-puddle-ridden-crap-fest that could penetrate my poor beloved Ariat leather cowboy boots in under17 seconds. Everyone who spends any time outside should get these, they are amazing and warm and comfy. Here's a link to them featured in another blog I like, except this girl makes them part of a cute outfit. Order a size down.

Hope all 2 of my readers like the new format/theme.