Running has been relegated to a means to an end. Ever since I started bouldering in February 2024, “commuting runs” have comprised the vast majority of my running efforts.
My usual 6-mile run commute cycle consists of a 1.3-mile unladen run to the climbing gym, 1.3 miles back, 0.4 miles to work with a small backpack full of food and gear, a 0.9-mile urgent run from the hospital to New Haven’s Union Station for the 11:24 pm train, and then a 2.1 mile run from NYC’s Grand Central Terminal to home, usually from 1:30-1:47 am.
This April, Katie and I enjoyed an eight-day urban vacation through Brussels, Ghent, and Antwerp in Belgium and Amsterdam in the Netherlands. This was unusual for us, a trip with essentially no wilderness excursions, but we still managed to squeeze in something like 28k steps each day. The trip focused on mostly museums, food and beer, and tulips.
New Haven has a real food scene, one steeped in a rich Italian American history. During my first half year here as a Yalie, Katie and I explored several of the renowned dining institutions.
Here’s a low-key blog post about some delectable food We’ve tried in New Haven. I’ve decided my blog posts have been too heavy-handed recently, so here’s a straightforward post!
Apizza
New Haven is an American pizza mecca, except here it’s called apizza (ah-BEETZ). It’s thinner with a deeper char from coal ovens. You can read more carefully researched recent pieces by both the New Yorker and New York Times. Katie and I just consume the food.
Katie and I spent a week driving around the Scottish Highlands in search of treks, castles, and whisky. The trip was mixed. The highlands were just as beautiful as expected, though the attractions requiring trekking were sparser than expected. The long history of Scotland and its castles were intriguing, especially since I’ve been coincidentally listening to hundreds of hours of a podcast about English history. Visiting the origin of scotch whisky, my preferred liquor, was educational and tasty. The driving, however, was rubbish.
I mean billiards pool, not swim pool or investment pool. It’s kind of a dumb, impractically niche thing to practice, but there’s a beat-up old table in my New Haven apartment building, so whatever. These past three months have been a hard lesson in the hazards of sports and self-education.
It’s the end of my radiology residency at Mount Sinai Hospital. I spent my final week reflecting upon my case log from residency, cases mined from four years of dictation, trolling the neuro list, and asking people for fun cases. That’s 1900+ cases of varying educational value, personal significance, or pure visual spectacle. Here are some highlights:
Three days in Mexico City (aka CDMX, Ciudad de México) and three days in San Miguel de Allende (aka SMA) for a wedding served as testing grounds for my new Sony a7C and my itty bitty lenses. Meanwhile, Katie and I scoured the place for tacos.
Thoughts on My New Camera
The Sony a7C is essentially a full-frame mirrorless camera system crammed into a tiny cropped-sensor chassis. The size was its primary appeal. Paired with the miniature kit 28-60mm f/4-5.6, its weight (509+167g = 676g) it’s lighter than my old Canon 24-105mm lens alone (795g). It’s so small I can zip it up inside my jacket or toss it into a bag without worrying about dedicated space or damage from its own weight.
