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it might seem like i have stopped reading but it is not the case, i got bogged down in
xxxviii. a fine balance, rohinton mistry
probably due to my being spoiled in reading rushdie before any other kind of fiction about india, because how can you even come close? ultimately i wasn't surprised by anything and it wasn't shocking or revealing like i think it was supposed to be, except that given all the storylines weaving tightly together it had a rather messy insignificant end. i would not read it again and would not buy it except that i got it from a library for $1.

last week i completed 64. an anterior composite course. basically opaquers are your friends, the rest is common sense and an eye for fine detail, as well as a soft buffer with polishing paste.

i want the celtics to win so bad, aaaanything to stop the lakers!! bah

so, i sit down at the computer, and everything i need to do disappears from my mind
this is terrible, and it happens every time, too many times a day

dear mon,
get your shit together!!
love from
your future prospects

p.s. stop procrastinating like a mofo

our hearts didn't come together but i saw the two collide

came across this photo and all i can think about is why we make a big deal about how small the world is. i love lady gaga, i love raquel zimmermann, for totally different reasons, and in separate compartments in my mind. now this artificial compartmentalisation has imploded (mind = blown) by their sharing the same actual physical space, but, actually, logically i did know that they would know the same people so why not? but this brings me to.. why are people so fascinated by coincidences and surprised by the complexity of relationship networks? this is fascinating to me. ultimately i guess there is only one world but when one person's fixed perspective is challenged by different possible views, it's always a surprise.

also here are 101 new york sandwiches which you cannot see if you are using google chrome. it reminds me of scanwiches, and also the fact that i possibly intend to paint a giant sandwich painting.

possibly boring work stuff

well today i took a leaf out of ray bertolotti's book and repaired a chipped porcelain bridge with a sectional veneer, bonding porcelain onto porcelain. it actually didn't look as good as i thought it might but the patient didn't mind so that's most important. they were just happy, and i quote, 'not to speak like ita buttrose anymore'. my new theory is that even ray bertolotti can't make them look seamless in real life but relies on fantastic photos to wow during his lectures, because my one looked pretty damn amazing with my macro lens under flash. i also did a composite repair on the pontic, with a better cosmetic outcome but not sure about strength and/or flexure.

before:

after:

after (without flash):

so yeah we shall see how it goes, i have multiple digits crossed because my first composite repair on the 22 flicked off really quickly, way to build confidence, but then i didn't triple check the occlusion, which i did today. my boss was/is skeptical so i double triple really really want to prove him wrong.

really i am procrastinating but this might count as work. i pretended to be an orthodontist (via actions, not in name or actual fraud) for like 20 minutes last week and it was not stressful which i enjoy and am starting to appreciate more and more.

hue, chroma, value

françoise nielly

movie roundup, multiple sentences

xx. the white ribbon, michael haneke
this blew me away, i guess it's been a while since i watched anything with true depth and stark depression, reminds me of hopping over to nova on lygon st. i guess it was about the inherent evil and cruelty in all people including children, and how that is manifested in family as well as in a small community, and therefore can be extrapolated to the country at large (germany pre-WWI). fascinating. i wonder how child actors actually work, how are they protected from terrible things even in make-believe?

xxi. 9
well, this was an animation in the same vein as 'wall-e' in that pollution apocalypse scenario, this time with a sci-fi bent with evil robots versus tiny cute frankenstein bobbleheads, both being remnants of a crazy scientist's split psyche!! yeah all that stuff.

book roundup in single sentences

xxxiv. the adventures of augie march, saul bellow
a personal epic, as opposed to being a family epic

xxxv. kitchen confidential, anthony bourdain
all this current glamour surrounding the cooking industry belies terribly hard work, it seems

xxxvi. the house of god, samuel shem
a novel about medical internship which changed internships forever (?!), the writing was average and i couldn't actually pick what was so outrageous about it

xxxvii. zeitoun, dave eggers
a non-fiction account of a family's experiences during and post- hurricane katrina, truly horrifying
dave eggers is like bill bryson in that he can publish whatever the hell he wants

i am watching glee and it is sadly pretty crap

tegan and sara, big top, luna park, milsons point, sydney nsw, australia, the earth
it was pretty good, the jezabels have a good singer, astronautalis i would hazard to guess doesn't appeal to australian sensibilities much. this was my 6th time seeing tegan and sara, definitely their operation is now of a significantly large size! complete with blinding light show. not really going to gripe about it not being the same as being 2 metres from the stage at the corner in melbourne, watching them do their own setup in capes and masks. vocally they are possibly more consistent than ever but the venue's sound possibly let them down a little in terms of that clear nasal tegan and sara tone. anyway i wanted sara to sing more songs, the end.

also i am 2 pages from the end of reading saul bellow's 'the adventures of augie march' and it is well into that epilogue tone so i don't think anything else major is going to happen. anyway most notably i thought that it was really realistic the way that one meets so many different people during life and some of them you never see again and some pop up here and there, and some are constants.

in dentally related self-obsession, tonight i bit on something unexpectedly hard inside another foodstuff of soft texture and had a scary half hour of having pain on biting down on my 36, followed by pain after release from biting. but this sensitivity has now decreased though i am avoiding chewing on the left side. self-diagnosis is not fun, cracked-tooth syndrome!! hopefully i won't bite on my 36 until some significant dentine bridging occurs and that is sadly probably impossible.

21(iv) crispy crispy benjamin franklin

so, i saw regina spektor play last tuesday at the opera house, it was pretty great! the opening band jupiter one also doubled as her backup band, my only small gripe was that the drums were occasionally too loud, but regina is a consummate professional and adjusted her vocals several times mid-song to suit. opera house, can't be beaten on acoustics. most memorably she played 'samson' right after the encore break and the lights were like stars, esp in that bowl of a stage formed by the side boxes and choir/organ seats behind, it was like lady gaga's diamonds frozen in the air except in real life.