Last week, I attended a full-day, week-long course at the University of Minnesota called “Pain Mechanisms: From Molecules to Treatment.” As the name implies, it was an academic endeavor focusing on pain. One feature was a gross anatomy lab. In small groups, we (the participants) got to touch, hold, and investigate a human cadaver brain and spinal cord. It was a great experience to see the structures of the brain up close and in three dimensions. One thing that struck me was the diminutive size of the spinal cord; it’s scarcely thicker than a pencil.

I’d never before seen nor touched cadaver tissue. In retrospect, I was surprisingly analytical about the entire experience. I was caught up in the moment; how often does one get to see an optic nerve or feel the texture of the cerebral cortex? I didn’t think of the sample as human; I didn’t imagine about the life the person lived; I didn’t consider that I was holding in my hands what was once the essence of a human. The brain is the seat of consciousness and sentience; all thoughts, memories, and emotions lie within it. I gave this thought afterwards, but in the moment I was entirely scientific.

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I skipped the last day of the course so that I could visit Terre Haute. Well… that’s not quite accurate. I couldn’t care less about Terre Haute. I went down there to visit my Brothers at Pike. I chose last weekend instead of graduation weekend so that I would be able to see more of my friends; most underclassmen leave for the summer long before the graduation ceremony. I had the chance to see two of my four little brothers (Vince and Wojo), but Tyler was running a triathlon in New York and Willis was (obviously) not around.

It’s hard to believe that I left one year ago. The house is beginning to feel more foreign; as people leave and are replaced with people I don’t know, reality diverges from my memory. I had the chance to talk with several of the freshmen, and it seems like they’re a great group of guys. Still, everything served as a reminder that my years of school are in the past.

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On Wednesday night, I was playing poker with friends at Kyle Gossman’s house. He had invited several of the interns from his company over to join in the event. The conversation eventually turned to where we had gone or were going to school. Upon hearing that Kyle, Tom, and I had all gone to Rose-Hulman, one of the interns mentioned that he had a friend who had transferred from Rose to his school, the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. It turned out to be none other than Cody Ebberson, one of my Brothers in Pike! The intern, Marshall(?), was also a Pike. It turns out that Ebbo is working for Microsoft in the MapPoint group and will probably be in Minnesota sometime in June. Small world, indeed.

I wonder if I have ever been the subject of similar conversation?

24 hours until I turn 23 and leave the age of 22 behind, severing ties with the bad things but retaining the good things, much as I have left my 21-inch television but not my 20-year-old sister; a 19-degrees Celsius temperature today made my 18-minute walk to Subway for lunch rather enjoyable, through driving my Bimmer on its 17-inch wheels would have been similarly pleasurable, much as every drive was when I was 16 years old with my Thunderbird; my 15-inch laptop LCD glows as I type this in 14-point print on my 13-dollar external keyboard; 12 birthday cupcakes are waiting to be shared with my colleagues tomorrow, though only 11 might be available after I use several of my 10 fingers to deftly consume some of the sweetness; 9 items remain in this exercise, but I’ll need to find more soon because my 8 o’clock start time will come too soon, and I need my 7 hours of sleep to feel rested in the morning; 6 speeds in my car propel me on occasion towards ice arenas for hockey, which I began playing 5 months ago; 4 corners are on the book Don Quixote in front of me, which I seem to be plodding through at the glacial rate of 3 pages per day; 2 turtle doves have never been in my possession, but that doesn’t matter, because this entry is drawing to a close, freeing me to look out for number 1 by falling asleep in my bed instead of my chair.

Apparently, all is not well at Rose. Kober mentioned this topic in his blog, but I’m echoing it here because I find it so interesting.

A number of students, staff, and faculty are unhappy with Jack Midgley, Rose-Hulman’s new president. There is so much discontent, in fact, that the students/faculty are holding a rally on Friday called “Hit the Road Jack,” and the faculty are meeting on May 3rd to consider a motion of no confidence in Midgley.

The group has set up a web site to further their cause. Like I mentioned before, it’s not just a bunch of malcontent students. Several ranking faculty members, notably Dr. Dan Moore, have voiced their support for the cause. In addition to that, Scott Jones resigned from the Rose-Hulman Board of Trustees in February over the issue, or rather, over the board’s inaction.

Should be interesting to see how this plays out…

May 3rd Update: The faculty passed a motion of no confidence by a sizeable majority.

A little while ago, Samuel L. Jackson reprised his Pulp Fiction role as Jules Winnfield. The twist? Jules is now coaching youth hockey. The result is rather entertaining.

Within the past month, a photo of me appeared in the nationally-circulated USA Hockey Magazine (total circulation ~500,000). This represents my third appearance in the national media (the previous two being a part in an MSNBC article and a mention in a national Pontiac magazine). All three happened within the last 12 months. I’m on a roll!