northern exposure

ok, so i know i have been a terrible blogger and my contributions to this page have been minimal. reason being, i use a computer all day and the absolute last thing i feel like doing is picking up my laptop when i get home.
anyway, life in chillicothe is humming along. i joined a gym and started taking zumba to counteract the fried food so prevalent here. it's pretty awesome. i am off psychiatry and on to internal medicine. as much as i love psych, i didn't really feel like divulging tales from the psych ward. frankly, the month was pretty uneventful. lots of substance abuse, which is 1)boring, and 2) frustrating. frustrating because it's such a revolving door. i had some guys last month that i had last year at this time who were back again to go through detox and treatment. plus, i don't want to write about people who spend $700/day on cocaine or live under a bridge and are accosted by children throwing rocks because they're drunk and homeless (the vet, not the children). that shit's depressing. i'd rather be able to talk about how someone came in and was depressed and we fixed him up and made him better through a combination of appropriate medications and psychosocial rehabilitation. unfortunately i just didn't experience that satisfaction.
anyway, what i have been doing in my spare time (besides zumba) is watching dvd box sets of northern exposure. i love that show. the moose walking down mainstreet? classic! i've come to realize that this show was my basis for my whole impression of small town life. quirky, colorful inhabitants who debate the finer points of philosophy and native wisdom while drinking beer and/or hunting in beautiful alaskan wilderness. i feel a sort of communion with the displaced dr. fleischman. now, i know southern ohio is definitely NOT alaska and i am not a jewish new yorker, but where are my quirky, colorful inhabitants? the pensive disc jockey who waxes metaphysically? the ex-astronaut who has christened the area "the riviera of ohio"? why am i stuck in a town that is populated by a large percentage of people who think shirts and shoes are optional, and not in an endearing way?

this is just another example of how the media has done me a disservice. for another instance, we can talk about what jane austen has done to shape my unrealistic expectations for love and romance. but another time.

my point is...i really have no point. in closing, i just want say what i will be missing out on by heading home to cincy this weekend: the easy rider biker rally. it's supposedly like mardi gras in black leather. sorry to miss out on the debauchery at the fairgrounds, but luckily chillicothe is much closer than alaska and i can retreat home.