In some ways, the idea of keeping a journal online is the best way to keep it secret. If I kept a physical journal or even a password locked file on my computer as my journal, it would probably have a much higher chance of being discovered "accidentally". But keeping a journal on the internet is like hiding a needle in a stack of needles, but also having a special tool that will allow me to locate that one needle anytime and anywhere I need it. As long as I remember to logout of my account each time I use it, there is very little chance that anyone I know would ever read it. So that said, let me update you on what is going on with me. Last Thursday was Match Day, the day when graduating medical students across the country find out simultaneously where they will be training for the next several years. In the months before the Match we each submit lists of programs in order of preference, but it is not until Match day that we find out where we are going. Pre-match agreements between programs and applicants are strictly forbidden. So to cut the story short, I matched at Mayo Clinic, in Rochester, Minnesota, a tiny little city of 80,000 about 1 hour south of Minneapolis that is completely dominated by the massive Mayo Clinic and its associated hospitals, Rochester Methodist and St. Mary's. Overall, it is a great program but the location is kinda worrying me. Were location not a consideration, Mayo would have been my first choice without a doubt, but as it were, Mayo was my third choice. So ce la vie, there's no way to change it now, I am destined for Minnesota and what odd experiences that is sure to bring. The most curious thing about Rochester is that it is a city built around a hospital, as some medieval town would be built around a castle. Downtown Rochester consists of the Mayo Clinic, its buildings, and the hotels which house its visiting patients. There are a few shops and stores in the downtown area but they seem to be frozen in the 1950's. What have I gotten myself into??? In retrospect, there are a number of coincidences that I might use to convince myself that Rochester is in my destiny. The day before match day, I watched About Schindler, which is about a retiring insurance salesman in a small Nebraska town, not too different from Rochester, who deals with the loneliness of widowerhood and retirement. The scenes of the city reminded me tremendously of Rochester, and I remember thinking I could very much end up spending the next 4 or more years in such a place. Cut to silent scene of grey concrete square buildings, cut to straight paved roads with no cars, cut to a traffic light blinking in vain, cut to an empty sidewalk with no pedestrians, cut to wisps of steam rising from a flat roof into a cloudy, sunless sky, this is Rochester, this is any little town west of Chicago and east of the Rockies. Maybe, I'll bide my time by writing a book, or maybe a movie. I will need something to sustain me. Something to look forward to. Another less impressive coincidence is that "Blue Streak" with Martin Lawrence posing as a police officer is on TV right now against the Oscars, and "Blue Streak" was the movie I watched at the Mall of America by myself the day after my Mayo Interview while I waited to fly out of Minneapolis airport which is right next to the Mall of America. Ok, so I'm stretching it with that one. But certainly, the movie connection is there. That must be it then. I am destined to write a movie during my residency. Yes yes yes, that is it.