4/17/09

In my travels, I witnessed many remarkably dull things.

Goal #1 Revisited...

Applications went out in November and December for 6 physical therapy graduate schools. They are as follows: Columbia University, The Mayo Clinic, Regis University, University of Washington, University of Montana, and University of Puget Sound. Thank god for the PTCAS. It is a centralized application service for physical therapy school applicants. It made the whole application process extremely easy, as long as you mail your transcripts in early.


A few weeks later I heard from most of the schools (except for UW and UM). I was offeredinterviews at 3 of the schools in this order: Columbia (NY), Regis (CO), and Mayo (MN). Shortly after receiving interview confirmations, I drove to Havre, MT on a tip from my friend Jacob that I could have a suit tailored for half the cost of buying one in Bozeman. He was right. I bought a pretty slick suit, shoes, ties, pants, and a belt. This was expensive, but still slightly cheaper than the same package in Bozeman, even with gas for a 10 hour round trip commute. A few different people told me I look like Big in that photo - but I watch the movie and I assure you, I look WAY less creepy. I would really like to see that same in some creepy B Horror movie. I think it would be a great fit.

Next came the inverviews which I have described below. There are some pictures for your viewing entertainment.



Columbia University, New York, NY - Rejected

Dr. Dr. Dr. K: "Lets go ahead and start this interview."

Denver: "Okay!"

Dr. Dr. Dr. K: "I'm reading through your application here and your GRE scores appear to be very low, especially your writing score. Lets talk about that. I mean, tell me about that."

Denver: "-------"


All right, motherfucker, lets do this. I can only describe the 20 minutes following Dr. Dr. Dr. K's opening question/comment/concern as an academic sodomy. It was bad. The whole interivew was more of an inquisition into my academic inadequacy as a candidate for their program. 3 months later, I received a letter in the mail that said "Thank you.....we regret to inform you that our admission committee has failed to act favorably on your application to our physical therapy program." FAIL. But I got some neat pictures, I think.


New york was fun, and big. The only people who seemed to communicate with strangers or one another were the dogs and the cabs. Dogs barked and cabs honked their horns. I would venture to predict that judging the relative importance and general hierarchy of lifeforms in NYC can be based on 2 criteria: (1)the number of parts contacting the ground and, (2) the relative size to other lifeforms. Cars, being the largest lifeforms and with 4 contacts, are clearly the dominant species. This is evident by observing their high speed and blatant disregard for ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING in their paths. Right below that is dogs who also make 4 contacts to the ground, but are clearly smaller than most humans. The exception to the height predictor comes from observation. Dogs lead humans around the city by leashes, deficate and urinate wherever they please while it is the human's job to clean up, and bark at any god damn thing they please, without fear of reprisal. Next down the list is humans, and below that is pigeons. Somewhat harder to classify are the cyclists - who appear to be going through an identity crisis. They are not humans, or vehicles, yet travel on both paths and are loathed by both humans and vehicles.

This lady on the left is standing in the water with an arm on fire. This person on the right is taking a picture of an ugly round thing surrounded by grass. I felt it would make me MORE of a tourist to take a picture of a tourist taking a picture of something obscure in NYC. I am the king tourist. I own that look.

And to your left, there is a statue of a bird with tall buildings behind it. Also pictured, next to the bird, is another tall building. I'm sure it has a name, I just don't care what it is.

This picture was taken in TIMES SQUARE!!!1woot1!11one!!! Right after I took this picture, a complete fucking stranger walked by and hit me in the ear. I shit you not, I got deliberately HIT in the FUCKING EAR! This is bullshit.

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The Mayo Clinic, Rochester, MN - Waitlisted

The mayo clinic was by far the most impressive "campus" I have ever been on. Their facilities are incredible, their fitness center was like something out of a utopia movie. The interview to get into their school was very hard. It was strictly behavioral in its approach. The idea behind behavorial interviews is that the best predictor of future performance is past performance, so all of the questions are situationally specific. To prepare for this, I read through several of my resumes, and spent a considerable amount of time thinking about past jobs and stressful situations I had been in. This helped a little bit with my thought processes, but did not prepare me for any of the questions specifically. The interviewers said hello, told me their names, explained that I was going to get 5 questions, asked me 5 questions, then thanked me for my time and sent me away.

While I was in Rochester, and NY for that matter, I used a website called Couchsurfing.com to seek out accomidations for my travels. When I describe it, people think it sounds shady, but I assure you it isn't. It's a hospitality network, of sorts, with an feedback and reporting system so you can see who has and hasn't hosted guests, and how they were as a host or guest. Very cool. The two people directly to my right hosted me in Rochester and were more than accomidating. We went gambling togehter! Good times... My host in NYC was also very good, as well, and showed me around downtown NY (i think that's where I was). The picture on the left is of the front doors of The Mayo Clinic. The whole thing is amazing.


University of Puget Sound, Tacoma, WA - Accepted!

There isn't any really cool story here except when I flew to Seattle I forgot my debit and credit cards, and only had $40 on hand after I arrived in the city. Oops. I was rescued by friends though, and thanks anyone who talked to me while I was in the airport bored and alone. Edwin saved my life the first night, we had nachos, beers, and visited chopsticks - a sweet ass bar with "dualing" pianos" (Picture 1). That was probably the coolest thing. I got a little bit drunk and ate too many spicy things. The next day, I visited U of Puget Sound. There was no interview - I appliced and got a letter a 2 months later letting me know I had been accepted to their school. The purpose of this visit was for me to assess my own interest in attending. BEAUTIFUL campus (Picture 2), except the PT school. Everyone was very friendly, and it was a comfortable setting, but something - I can't put my finger on it exactly - told me this wasn't the place for me. I have to go with my gut on this one.

I spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around a few blocks away from UPS in search of US Bank. I found one, acquired money to fund the next 3 days, and took my life in my own hands riding Tacoma's public transportation system: Sound Transit. Bullshit. The whole thing. I was on busses for 4 hours trying to get 25 miles. The busses run stupid routs and stupid times and stop running early, and I didn't really know where I was or where I was going. I got back to Edwin's place, but hated the stench of Tacoma too much. I spent the rest of the weekend with Craig rooting for the Sounders, Michigan, and Arrested Development. Good times.

Chopsticks on the left, University of Puget Sound on the right.

I found this guy while I was wandering around looking for a US Bank. I liked his hat, and asked if he would be my friend. We shook hands and the rest is history.

Columbia University - Rejected

University of Washington - Waitlisted

University of Montana - Waitlisted

The Mayo Clinic - Waitlisted

Regis University - Accepted

University of Puget Sound - Accepted

9/29/08

Where on earth is...

Sunday: Scavenger Hunt Day.

Every once in a while a friend (JaNaie') throws a scavenger hunt. It's a pretty big deal... She has a flow chart she uses to keep track of where people are, and what clues each group is supposed to find and in what order... Fun times. We finished the day at Columbo's eating pizza, drinking beer, and playing the video games there until Colt broke them. Ruined our fun, AND ruined the fun of every child in the room. Thanks, Colt.


The Team fresh out of Hastings. On to the next clue! On the right, we're putting together one of our clues...


Hunting in the bowling alley. Colt got a strike on the first try and Whitney had to take a picture of the score.


Clue: impossible to find because it's in the wrong section children's book. We had to find a ball at the end of a tangled string on the car. Last pic is in the car.

Pics taken by cellphone.

9/21/08

COIT Tower

Stacie and I went on a hike to COIT tower. Apparently some lady that was romantically involved with a fireman donated a bunch of money and some stupid tower to the city of SF. Not a lot of pictures of this, but I'll give it my best description.

Stacie insisted on going WAY out of the way to hike some stairs (like a million stairs) to get to this tower. There are a couple pictures from that. Once we got to the tower, there was a gift shop roughly the size of a shoe-box if it were wrapped around a tall garbage can (that would be the tower). You have to buy a ticket for a few dollars to go to the top of this mega-trash can.

Once yo uhave your ticket, you pile into an elevator roughly the size of a toe nail (sticking with the trash-can/shoebox analogy scaling). Standing room only. You'd better have good breath or keep your goddamn mouth shut. The tour guide rambled on about the history of the trash can, but I couldn't understand a word of it. His breath was't very good either.

Once you reach the top of the elevator, you have to go up a spiral flight of stairs - more stairs... Along the way, you pass by all the other people that got to the top of the trash can, and decided they wanted to go back down. This line is a long line. It's nice they give you something to look forward to...

The rim of the can: big windows, extremely crowded with both tourists trying to get a good view of the fog and people who saw the fog waiting in line to go back down the elevator. FAIL. We looked around, elbowed a bunch of people, laughed at some people doing Segway Tours, and then got in line to go back down. The tour guide had a second speech for the trip back down which was equally stinky and muddled.

We left the tower in search of Lombard Street. Stacie had the map and was reading it upside down. More walking... Apparently, Lombard street was on the EXACT OPPOSITE side of us...

Pictures:


Some rich person's back yard, and some other rich person's outside wall...


A view from the top.


Hey Stacie, find Lombard Street!!! "OOh, here it is!"

Exploratorium!

This was a detour going across the bridge. Lots of fun to be had tinkering with things. I felt like a kid again, except taller, and disappointed at having to pay to get in (something I never did as a kid).


Standing outside the Exploratorium. Cool "us" pic on the left. Top right: Stacie trying to figure out her camera... On the bottom: Dogs walking Dogs. Not as cool as Dogs Playing Poker, but a good photo-op nonetheless.


Sitting on the blue seat, you can talk to someone on the other side of the room sitting in a similar blue seat. Doesn't sound cool, but the effect is neater than you think. Stacie did not appreciate some of the demos as much as others...


So we left for the rest of the Golden Gate.

Stacie and Denver do The Golden Gate


One fateful Friday of my visit to SF was dedicated to bikes Stacie and I rented. We toured the piers, the Exploratorium (a HS science teacher's wet dream), biked the bridge, drank in Saucelito, waited in line for 4 hours to catch a ferry back to the city, returned the bikes, got in a fight which resulted in the only 5 peaceful minutes of my entire visit to SF, found Safeway, showered, got drunk, had my pizza stolen, and finally passed out after finding Stacie's apartment without using a map or a compass (a god damned miracle).
The bridge from a distance. This is near when we started our little journey.

And we're off!!! Neat picture of a park, also, Stacie riding along the bay. No pigeons were harmed biking this day.

My favorite picture of the bridge.


The bridge up close... You can only see 3 people now, but there was a serious opportunity to rack up an impressive body count biking down that narrow path... Our situation got desperate, as Stacie demonstrates reaching for the "Don't jump, somebody cares about you." The prospect of drinking in a new town was enough to keep us going...


This is the only real photo taken in Saucelito. Another one exists on my phone, but it is very poor quality. This was a very brave pigeon, needless to say, so I took his picture. He wandered around in the sandwich shop where we ate and made his way behind the counter eating scraps off the floor. I'm sure this was in some violation of a health code, but it would have been a shame to stop him, having worked so hard to get back there...


The great bicycle bell protest of 2008. Waiting in line for 4 hours to ride a ferry back into the city. The ferry was not accepting bicyclists. The line to get on the ferry was several hundred bikers long. We protested the only appropriate way we knew how. When that was ignored, we resorted to boo's, angry yelling, and re-routing non cyclists (who were given priority) to a different line entirely.


We did finally get on the ferry to go back to the city. In these photos, Stacie demonstrates the meaning of "photogenic." Nice. Also, a lovely view of the bridge from the Ferry.


I couldn't resist adding this one...


Alcatraz and the city from the ferry.


Happiest 20 minutes of the day - trying to get off the ferry.

Sadly, there aren't any other pictures from the rest of the day. The short version is I got annoyed and told Stacie she couldn't talk to me. I found Safeway. We both got drunk. I cock-blocked Stacie. Stacie stole my pizza. I got frumpy, angry, and disoriented. Stacie and I were drunk and yelling at each other. I ended up back at her place but don't remember how. Went inside and passed out.

Denver and Stacie Do Alcatraz

I was bored one afternoon at work, and found a ride on craigslist headed to SF. Found another one headed back to MT later in the week. Thursday night I called the guy headed to SF, Friday I found coverage at work. Saturday I typed out a To-Do list for the guy covering me. I was gone on Sunday, and drinking coffee with Stacie Monday morning.

First thing's first... Lets get drunk and go to Alcatraz! We are most definitely anti-prohibition.



Next stop, The Rock!


The ferry captain told us "If you two stand out in front like that you will get wet!" We took funny pictures and DARED him to soak us.


Famous last words: "You know, for warning us about getting wet, I'm REALLY dry right n...*SPLASH*" We were splashed several times after the initial spraying, and remained outside until the salty wet was too much to deal with. We were almost to the door to get inside and got NAILED by the biggest wave yet. We didn't stop laughing for 10 minutes.



As you can see, Stacie was still wet upon incarceration. I've been trying to think of a good caption for this picture and only came up with "You must be 56" tall (the green line) to go on the tour." and "Welcome to OZ bitch!"




Misc pics from inside Alcatraz. In the picture on the top right, I was learning something. Top left is a cell (a guest bedroom of sorts). The bottom left is a view of the solitary confinement cells. Bottom right is the playground. This is where the inmates were allowed to play kickball, four-square, handball, and their own special version of UFC.


Thug Life with a view...


More misc pictures. No good captions. Ending the tour and headed back to the city. We sat on the back of the ferry this time, and didn't get wet.



Stacie and I were CLEARLY drunk and loving life when this picture was taken. Standing in ferry line to get to The Rock, the tour people take pictures of you against a background showing the island.
Tour Tickets: ?? (Stacie paid...)
Beers: $18
Pre-Tour Pictures: $22
Ending the tour by taking a picture OF a $22 picture, re-racking the picture and calling everyone else standing in line waiting to pay $22 for a picture suckers: Priceless.