"Everybody acts so seriousHow am I going to show this cowboy I'm alive?”
DISCLAIMER: I am not a medical student. However, I have recently visited the Internet.
Brosius’s mission became clear. Ackerman had outlined it for him: “Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines, hidden under the weedy mass of many years and experiences. Hit a tripwire of smell, and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.”
He had to find those undergrowths, everywhere. The smell of dirt made him happy and inspired a feeling of playfulness and youth. Why? He reasoned that as children, people dug around a lot in the yard. Kids grew up smelling dirt. Brosius shoveled some soil from his farm into a plastic bag and brought it back to New York. He and a partner had started a company called Demeter, and Brosius recalls throwing his bag of dirt on the table and telling everyone in the room, “I want this.”
from Laura to me
now, to you
For now, I am king of the hill at the Harvard medical school squash league. How I got to the top doesn't matter. The only thing I'm concerning myself about how I'm going to stay there.
But, I'm pretty serious about making this the status quo.
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