Things to think about

Today started like any other Thursday; I woke up, took a shower, ate half a bagel (diets really are a bitch), and packed up for class. This is were my thoughts went awry. In class we were talking about the universe. Time is so inconsequential to the universe, but it is not to us. What types of cars would they be driving in 50 years, 100 years, 1000 years I wondered. Basically, I thought about everything that a person of 22 years should not worry about. Basically it sums to what happens when your dead, and why can't I live forever? The enormity of these questions seemed to dampen my spirit, but I did come to some absolutely life changing conclusions:

1. Living forever would be confusing to people that know you. How could you explain to your wife that you were going to be around forever? They would think you were crazy and being crazy always leads to problem.

2. Would your age arrest at lets say 35 or would you live forever, but also get more and more wrinkly and ancient looking? I can see my self being a half decent looking 35 year old (refer to eating one half a bagel above for my confidence in this thought), but not an attractive old man. This in itself is enough to make me want to age like everyone else.

These two thoughts are the best I could put together at the time, but I will need to make a list of pros and cons. It's not unfathomable to think that someday a drug will allow human life spans to expand, but would you want to take it?

By the end of my first class I felt like I had done battle with a large porcupine. A porcupine you ask, well let me tell you a large porcupine would definitely something to fear.

I think a change in color font will also change my mindset. I want to talk a little bit about the application process to medical school. When I came to Penn State I was 99.9% sure I wanted to become a doctor. I had no idea what this would entail really, but I knew that I was destined to be Dr. Keim. Now three and a half years later, all my applications are in and I wait. If you get an early acceptance your golden. School seems like a formality for the rest of the year, and you can enjoy the fact that you are one of the lucky few. Those of us not so fortunate have to still do work (minimal work at best, but still work) and pray every day that you will get in. I don't really know how I feel about G-d, (the fact that I still don't type the "o" must bode well for me if some supreme being is up there; I reserve the right to that little slice of belief) yet G-d seems to be about the only thing you can hope for in this process.

Here is a summary of almost everyone's application:

4.5/4.0 GPA *a very select few can go over the 4.0, those people are who normal applicants compete against

33Q *Score one for Garrett

Saved kids in Africa *I tried to combat this by volunteering to save all the loner beers at parties. I feel like this brought good karma from the King, the King of Beers that is

Research *I like to think preparing for March Madness by watching hours of college basketball are more intensive research then cleaning petri dishes, but unfortunately most medical schools don't accept my rational.

***Most people have much more on their application, I didn't really so that could be the root of all my problems, but as of now I'm putting it on the fact that I had to wear black shoes with my blue suit. My dad and mom told me it was okay, but I feel like the shoes sucked my mojo out. I can see the interviewer now.

"This kid is huge. Nice suit though, very stylish. His application looks good, his personal statement is heartbreaking, his, his, his shoes are black... Black shoes with a blue suit, this kid is clearly not qualified to come to ___________________ (insert school name here)."

If this thought has not occurred in my interviewers minds, I am totally lost for words. New shoes are my key to success at my next interview.

One last thought for the day...

I'm going to try to daily have a band or song you should be listening to. Today I have a song for you Rthm n' Soul by Spoon.

Passion Pit

I kept reading about this band Passion Pit. I think to myself what a stupid name. Who wants to have passion in a pit. I wanna have passion on a cruise ship or at the bare minimum my bed, but a pit? Sounds about as un fun as passion can be. The band however kept getting rave reviews. I finally broke down and "got" the CD. "Got" will be my term for the semi illegal practice of torrenting. After listening to the album I understand where Passion Pit comes from. Something in my pit said I should have a passion for the album "Manners." It's catchy and rocking. I'm still in the honey moon phase with the album, and the honey moon phase is always dangerous. I'm pretty sure that I will stay enamored with the album though which allows me to write about it. I highly suggest giving the album a spin.

A FEW KEY TRACKS

To Kingdom Come

Make Light

On a side note, I would like to thank the people of Massachusetts for their intelligence. You have the chance to honor Ted

Kennedy, but instead you decide to shoot America in the foot. If Ted could roll over in his grave, he did, (he also probably

threw up, swore, kicked dirt at the ump, and got a technical foul all in the span of 45 seconds.) I also felt like throwing up,

but I used my time more wisely, I thought of ways to turn Jack Bauer against the new senator. I came up with a few ideas.

The most likely is that the Senator wants to get in Kim Bauer's pants and Jack must stop him and then expose him to the

world. (The key to this scenario is that EVERYONE wants in Kim's pants so framing him won't be the hardest task ever.)

Welcome to the Blogoshpere

Well, I guess I should start where I started. Barb and Fran Keim made a beautiful young boy in the summer of 1987. Since then I have travelled the world (and by world I mean all over PA and even a bit of New York) and learned a lot about a lot. This blog is my chance to share my experiences as I finish up at Penn State and (hopefully) start medical school. I say hopefully because currently I'm in one of those ruts rarely experienced by human beings. If I get another waitlist I will have a gaggle of them and my head may explode. At least if my head exploded I would be talked about in med school classes. Anyways, back to the point at hand; I want this blog to be interesting and almost always comedic. I will talk about my random thoughts, my med school application process (this will be the slightly depressing humor that I am good at) and a lot about music. I have a passion for good music so I figure why not share. So here we go I hope you enjoy the ride. To start things off, I'll state that my favorite bands are DMB and Radiohead.