Palm Reading 101

So its Saturday night and I'm at work. It has been kind of slow today (already took a nap and watched the Cardinals game). So tonight, I thought I'd do something productive and learn how to read my palm. Being the traditionalist that I am, I wanted to go to a reliable and trusted source: http://www.wikihow.com/Read-Palms




The whole experience has been quite informative and enriching, so I thought I'd share.

So that's my palm.

And that's my palm with my lines marked with the magic of computers (go microsoft Paint)

And here's the line by line breakdown:

Heart:

content with love life

freely expresses love and feeling

suffered some emotional trauma

Head:

creativity

short attention span

Life:

energy

vitality

Fate:

self made individual

develops aspirations early on

Hand shape: FIRE

spontaneous, enthusiastic and optimistic

sometimes egoistic, impulsive, and insensitive

do things boldly and instinctively

So that's me according to my palm. While I'm not exactly sure what emotional trauma I suffered, I'm sure it happened

argyle socks

As many of you know, I am a man of many passions. And by passions, I mean strange obsessions. One of these "passions" is Argyle socks (like I said, strange obsessino). Argyle socks are, in my opinion, the coolest things ever. Definitely the coolest type of socks every made. I own quite a few pairs of Argyle socks and count them as some of my dearest possessions. Tonight I decided to chronicle my love of these socks through photography. Here are all my pairs.

So I was recently on service in the NICU for a month. My team consisted of me, Phoebe (another resident), Dr. Saunders (our attending/boss) and Kevin (a NICU fellow). Early on, we learned that Phoebe and I shared to some extent a love of argyle socks. I would even talk about my socks on rounds. Then one day Phoebe and Dr. Saunders both wear argyle socks to work. But alas! I was on call and had worn normal, white ankle socks. However, I had forgotten my ID badge at home. I either had to beg people to let me in to the NICU or call rooms for 30 hours, pretend to be Phoebe and use her ID, or go home and get my ID. I opted for going home. While I was home, though, I did pick up a pair of Argyle socks to complete the team. Here we are.

That's a lot of Argyle. Here is the sock by sock breakdown.


Don't worry, Phoebe actually does have two feet. I'm not sure where her other foot went cause I'm pretty sure it was there at work. So the moral of the story is that Argyle socks rock. On a side note, I want to make a sock puppet for work but it would be too difficult to pick a sock to say goodbye to.