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This entry is accredited to Dr. Atul Gawande and was given at the commencement speech at Stanford's School of Medicine for the graduating class of 2010. Here is what he told the graduating class. Many of you have worked for four solid years—or five, or six, or nine—and we are here to declare that, as of today, you officially know enough stuff to be called a graduate of the Stanford School of Medicine. You are Doctors of Medicine, Doctors of Philosophy, Masters of Science. It’s been ...
Mike and I completed a rousing week of training at the Salesforce.com DEV-531 class this past Friday. You can read about the details of the class in Mike's blog so I'll skip the what's and why's and go straight to the wtf. Ironically, I'd written a pretty meaty trigger prior to attending the class to handle Chatter feed post updates from the Opportunity line item. After the class, I'll have to say that it makes more sense but as a gal named Debbie in the class put it, "put a blank ...
It's kind of strange to see my hometown in the news over such a non-issue. The little town I speak of is Morgan Hill, CA at a little school called Live Oak High School. A little personal history on the place: I graduated from Live Oak High School in 1999. At the time, the school was housing roughly 3,000 students on a campus built for less than 2,000. A few years after I graduated, they built another high school across town which relieved some of that overcrowding however, I don't know ...
My fiancé and I went to see this yesterday at the Montngomery Theater in San Jose. Sometimes, it's really hard to remember just how good these men and women (and kids!) are on that stage. The talent it takes to memorize the lines, the finance that goes into props/sets, and the enjoyment that a live audience can bring will always amaze me. This show in particular had more than a few great moments. During the scene where Gene Kelly sings in the street and hangs onto the lampost, they ...
My parents were refugees from Cambodia in the early 1980s. When we fled the country, I was the ripe old age of 6 months and I couldn't possibly realize what was going on. My mom tells me of nights when we would crawl through the jungles in abject fear that I would cry and a Khmer Rouge guerrilla would find and kill us without thinking twice. She tells me of nights where she would forget where she was due to fatigue, stress, and exhaustion only to come back to ensure that the guide they hired wouldn't ...
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