Commentary: “House” season finale

WARNING: SPOILER ALERT. I’m beginning to wonder if the writers are also hooked on Vicodin. The last episode ends with House in the hospital after his (graphic) attempt to take tumors out of his leg that grew because of his decision to inject muscle-strengthening medicine that hadn’t been fully tested. Ever-faithful Cuddy comes to the rescue, since Chase and Thirteen are busy helping one of Thirteen’s jail friends and Taub is almost murdered at a strip club. So, needless to say, I was surprised to see the opening shots feature flashing lights, police cars and ambulances, and Cuddy’s stressed expressions. She replies, to a muted inquirer, that she never wants House near her hospital again. Woah. I suspect at this point that he drastically treated a patient, which resulted in…
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“There are some people who don’t wait.”

My friend forwarded this link to me, which leads to a written account of Robert Krulwich’s commencement speech for Berkley’s School of Journalism. Even as a student just beginning this educational journey and not one about to end it, I recognize the honest yet hopeful message in his words. The media hosts a fierce, competitive job market, and a writer can no longer afford to sit back and wait for an opportunity to come; he or she must actively search for opportunities to interview, to research, to write, and to share information with others. I’m glad that he recognizes the opportunities for innovation and fails to criticize those who want to write. Entering the industry may be a challenge, but as in any field, the dedicated, the persistent, and the passionate…
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I’m a novel lover, you’re a novel lover

I have an overbearingly tall stack of books that I wish to read before I leave for college, which includes: The Tipping Point, by Malcolm Gladwell - I’m in the middle of this one. I don’t read a lot of nonfiction, but this and Blink are fantastic. His work makes one consider the implications that each member of society has and highlights trends that readers begin to pick out in their own lives. (By advertising this book, for example, one might consider me an amateur Maven, as this blog surely won’t reach the status to make me a Connector.) The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand - I’m also in the middle of this one, and have been for some time, so I’ll probably have to restart it. I love futuristic novels.…
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