bortezomib

“Only those who attempt the absurd can achieve the impossible” –

albert einstein

This memory definitely makes it to one of the best-

In second grade, my morah decorated four or five siddurim into breathtaking masterpieces(at least they were to a 7 yr old girl). Every Friday afternoon, she would let each of the few “best daveners” take one home, but you could only get a siddur once. Being called was a serious status symbol. One week, my teacher called the names of four kids- mine was one of them, “talia” was another. When she realized that Talia already got the siddur once before she said “I’m sorry, but you already had it one week, Im going to give it to someone else.” In her frustration, Talia said “But Morah! Bortezomib also got it already!” To which my teacher said “Yeah, but she really deserves it, she REALLY davened beautifully”.

I love that woman until this day. Always felt bad for Talia though.

first off- this thread ROCKS.

I’d love to contribute- just from the other side- aka things that have come out of my mouth on dates that should not have.

I was on a date with a verrry aidel and sweet boy. We had zero to say to each other, but we tried to maintain conversation valiantly, I assure you. In a feeble attempt to revive conversation, the boy said to me “Oh, so you’re taking chemistry, how is lab, do you do any cool experiments?”

Of course I answered that we did, and what made it even cooler was the fact that often, we’d be working with toxic chemicals.

“Yah,” I continued, “One time, a boy in my class spilled sulfuric acid on himself, and since it’s corrosive, my professor made him take off his pants!”

Silence.

<me mentally hitting myself>

And then he says, “Ohh…uhh.. they don’t have a spare set of clothing for these people?”

Sancheirev [melech] Ashur = Sennacherib (pronounced sen-ak-ker-eb) [king of] Assyria

estrapade- It’s not about the classes I take- I really do enjoy most of my classes (although sometimes, you need to take classes you don’t enjoy to go on to do something you are passionate about i.e. orgo to get into med school..) but mostly it’s because I personallyhave a hard time in secular college.

Was R’ Elyashiv’s ban on all Mishpacha magazines or only the Israeli one?

i agree with MP.

“on the other hand many dolts find it unreasonable to not want to marry a fat lady.”

If by ironic you mean that people could believe simultaneously that a man should compliment his date/wife on her physical appearance, and then also believe that a man shouldn’t be so concerned with superficials, you are assigning generalizations superficially.

No one believes that a man should marry someone he’s not attracted to- obviously.

But if he appreciates how she looks he should (in the appropriate time for whichever circles you belong to…) tell her so. That’s separate from not wanting to marry someone you’re not attracted to.

I was once on a date and we were outside and it was REALLY hot, and I was super self-conscious about my expanding hair, and the boy made fun of it. I took it as a compliment ‘cuz that was as far as he’d go in discussing my physical appearance…;)

bortezomib doesn’t reflect anything about me except for that at the time when I made my screen name, I was involved in researching it night and day!

Briefly , Bortezomib is a drug which has been proven to inhibit proteins known as proteasomes, which are required for cancer cell activity. Besides for being a proteasome inhibitor, Bortezomib has also been implicated in activating pro-apoptotic (programmed cell death) protein Noxa, which produces a significant overall response rate in multiple myeloma and mantle cell lymphoma, and has been approved by the FDA for treatment of those cancers.

So there’s that, and.. there’s such a cool ring to it;)

bpt- If you can figure out a normal way to email my seminary teacher “please let me tell the story you told over last year in the name of ____ on yeshiva world news cr” ”ll be happy to do so.

Until then, I could probably say that it was in a non-bais yaakov seminary, though he teaches in bais yaakov seminaries as well.

i find its a great way to push off studying. I can thank cr for my AWESOME grade on my math test!

this thread is REALLY confusing! Why are guys so into their weird subconcsious, subtle fashion statements which are, btw, COMPLETELY lost on any girl?!

Here’s something maybe more girls can relate to, about makeup

a- If you’re wearing too much makeup (easily identifiable) you either

1. went on a date last night

2. had a wedding last night and didnt want to take it off because it looked so good

3. told everybody you had a wedding last night but really you went on a date

4. WANT a date.

b- If you’re wearing light makeup (blush, eyeliner, some mascara) you’re trying to look good without looking like you put too much effort into looking good

c- If you’re not wearing makeup you either

1. are making a statement about your opinion on how untzniusdike makeup is

2. had 3 minutes from the time you woke up (late) till you had to run out of the house

3. are suffering through a 3 day yomtov

kapusta-

it’s an FDA approved drug for second-line treatment of Mantle Cell Lymphoma and Multiple Myeloma. 🙂

ktc- wow. that is soooo bad it’s HYSTERICAL!!!! ohmygosh!

Embarassing stories gravitate to me.

Last week i got an email from my the head of the lab where I work ,that he was giving a lecture on Friday. When I arrived, not everyone had gotten there yet, and my (non-Jewish) boss turned to me casually and asked “What music do you listen to? I’m always looking for new music”. I was so taken aback by the question and who it was coming from, that I had to ask him to repeat 2or 3 times before I understood what he meant. I sure wasnt going to say “The Miami Boys Choir”, so I quietly suggested “The Maccabeats”, hoping he’d just nod and smile.

Nope! To my mortification, he whipped out his iphone, and typed in “the maccabeats”.

Baruch Hashem the internet wasnt working, so it didn’t go through.

45 minutes later, my boss was deeply involved in giving over his lecture, with 10 other brilliant important-looking scientists seriously engrossed. When, all of a sudden, my boss’s phone started ringing

Except nobody was calling him. The Maccabeat’s “Al Hanisim” was blasting out of my Indian boss’s pants pocket in front of 12 other non-Jews.

I think it’s pretty safe to say that he won’t be asking my advice on music anytime soon.

Wolf,

You totally got me. I’m still wondering why you would want people to assume that your misleading statement meant what it sounded like.

I wish a Gadol would stand up and tell us- what exactly it is that we need to fix! Baruch Dayan Haemes!

quark- dont worry, It was an extra credit assignment from college. I had to watch a movie that had something to do with anthropology..she recommended one rated pg13, so my friend picked a nice PG one, and we had a kosher movie night.

I shouldn’t say I don’t watch movies anymore..

In the past two years, I watched 3, one was for extra credit for a class, and the other two were animated (Toys Story3 and Alice in Wonderland if you were curious).

So i SHOULDN’T say i don’t watch movies, but i do, because I don’t actively go to watch. (both times my brothers were watching and i sat down and joined)

Missing two HP movies hurt, that much I can tell you, and sometimes i ache to watch, but at the end of the day, staring blankly at a highly entertaining, numbingly stupid-ifying screen is not what I want to spend my time doing, so that’s that!

And it’s giving me the chicken pox.

Am the ONLY poster from 5T/Farock?

To all you flatbush/boropark ‘ers, you have my deepest sympathies

Okay, here’s another story to illustrate that being “friends” with a guy/girl if you’re a girl/guy does NOT exist !

My friend is very frum. I wouldn’t classify her as “yeshivish” but still doesnt-talk-to-guys frum.

In one of her classes this semester, was a yeshivish (looking) boy. (And very good looking unfortunately.) He would sit down next to her in class, come over after class and ask questions, and was, in general, making this girl think (with good reason!) than he wanted to date her. Eventually. At first my friend’s theory was that he first had to take the LSATS, and then he’d formally ask her out. I had misgivings because she was not the only girl he talked to, but didn’t want to ruin any high hopes for my friend – he was REALLY playing her emotions.

One day, they started emailing back and forth- it started off innocuous enough- about an upcoming test bla bla bla.. and ended up being used as an excuse to flirt outrageously.

My seriously shtark friend was sitting at her computer for hours on end trying to come up with funny responses to his funny responses.

One night, he ended his email with “Okay, I’m tired and cant be on my a-game anymore, layla tov!”

And he never emailed or contacted my friend again.

Who was heartbroken obviously.

And 2 months later, he’s dating someone seriously.

Honestly, generalizations across the board are difficult, but in this case- it’s just NOT worth it to start up with a a guy/girl unless you’re dating her/him.

imho.

okay, my friend wrote this, she is actually AMAZING . It’s really pure entertainment to read.

the garret girl

And I always listen politely

And make the expected comments

After all, the story brings people pleasure

And the truth brings pain to all who know it,

At least,

It tears me apart,

It was hardly a tower

More a little house with an attic

But to the mind of a little girl

That garret was the most wondrous site-

A place for all sorts of games,

That her story

Is set in a tower

She was such an ordinary child

I still wonder at the story-

And I am scarcely a cruel hag

For the sake of some herbs-

As her aunt

I took her in and raised her

Along with my own brood

After the early death of her mother

As I study it along

The history and the tale

I must say it was her father

The foolish fellow in the story

Who cut bargains with evil women

After stealing from their gardens

And the negligent father in the gaudy hat

Who left the girl-

Clothing, feeding, raising-

To me

When the crowds at the fair

Tugged at his ribbon-selling wallet

Oh and then he would come

And disappear with her for a day or two

While my motherly heart

Turned my grey head whiter;

And the lass would return

Festooned with ribbons

And dreamy eyed with the compliments and looks

From the customers

Her hair was pretty-

Not wondrous as the minstrels paint it

But pretty with the soft brown

Of a kitten I once found on my doorstep

And her father would sell his scraps

By winding the prettiest through

The soft locks

To milk big gold coins

From reluctant pockets

Every season after he left

I would reaffirm

My commitment

To refuse the next time;

I would look at the red rimmed eyes

Of the tender-hearted daughter

Who believed his promises every time

Promises to take his princess with him

Love her

Cherish her

And every time

He left the weeping eyes and took the clinking coins

My soul broke

At the thought of my wholesome little niece

At the ribbon market

Selling rags for her rascal of a father

With such love beaming from her eyes-

The warm love

That drawing the cold coins-

And my girl

Was seeing sights, meeting people, hearing language

I wanted her innocent little heart far away from

And so

One fine autumn

I think it was the year she turned sixteen

When he came along

With satchels bleeding a rainbow of ribbons

I stood at my threshold

And refused to let him pass

He blustered and bellowed

That I stole the only daughter of a loving father

Swore revenge

But I stood my solid ground

And my girth filled the doorway

So he left disappointed;

I thought the child was unaware

Of the scene

And returned to my hearth and spiced the stew

Without a thought for the girl in the garret

And as the moth flutters desperately to the lethal light

Her little fingers gathered the long sacred ribbons

She kissed each evening

And she braided them tightly

Bound them to the window frame

And climbed down-

Leaving everything I had even given her behind-

Tender little heart

Feeling she no longer deserved my love-

And I knew not a thing

Until I called for her aid

In the task she treasured-

Crushing the herb she loved-

Releasing the pungent odor

And perfuming the cottage

With the scent of rapunzel-

Oh- that scoundrel!

She was last seen having rejoined him

And the lout took her far from my embrace

Knowing that I would come with a vengeance

And rescue her

With the support of the neighbors

So he took her far

Bedecked with ribbons

And when he reappeared

Years later

With more ribbons

And no girl in tow

And a gleam of victory in his eye

I burned the braided ribbons

Consecrated by her kisses

In full confidence

That she would not return

And so I wonder at the tale

Of a princess captive in a tower

Long tresses

And a loving prince

Sung by festooned minstrels

When I think of my little niece

Hopefully safely ensconced

In the embrace of a decent grave

But probably wandering in dark alleys

On a loving aunt

is there such a thing as loshon hora on anonymous blogs?

What in the world was the point of that experiment?

One look at that question and my brain started to hurt.

Good thing you gave the answer or I would’ve been nervous all day.