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"Ayo, man, you like music?"

I look over at the young man with his bulging backpack, strolling up to me nonchalantly in the hot parking lot of an Atlanta summer as I'm heading up towards the grocery store. The black asphalt is slick with dropped food, discarded fast food wrappers, poured out drinks, and young men just trying to make a buck.

"Yes", I say, knowing how the conversation will go.

"What kind of music you like?" he says, opening the backpack and bobbing his dreads.

"Jazz", I say, peering into the backpack.

The young man startles. His world has literally stopped.

"Jazz?"

"Yes, Dave Brubeck, Miles Davis, Louis Armstrong.... Jazz."

He tries again.

"You like rap?"

"Nope", I say honestly. Because he has a backpack full of this. And I know it.

His world stops again.

"You don't like rap?" It's not a challenge.…

In clinic I have two jobs.

The first job is to diagnose. Chief complaint, history of present illness, past medical history, allergies, review of systems, medications (and vitamins and supplements and herbs and any pills or concentrated substances), social history including addictive substance use, family history, physical exam. What is my diagnosis? A clinical portrait of the patient.

The second job is to communicate and negotiate. I have to get a snapshot of the…

This is a throw-away daylog, unless many of you think it should be renamed into a real write-up/node. I'd leave this hidden, but would like more input. I'm passing along information to a friend; but I earned my Master's so long ago, I know I need more current information. I'm not doing formal research for pay or play, I promise.

How many of you have pursued a graduate degree while working full time, and was it in a…