I’ve known and adored Becca since the late 1990’s. She’s one of the warmest people I know, and one of the hardest-working, among many other excellent qualities. And John, her husband, is one of the most alive people I’ve ever met.

But Becca has one serious, nearly unforgivable, flaw. It is this:

She’s probably smarter than I am.

Which, unfortunately, means that she’s definitely smarter than you are.

I know… I know…. This is tough to deal with. We’re all used to always being able to convince ourselves that we’re the smartest person in the room. It took me three or four years to cope. Eventually, you’ll be okay about it, too, as I am. It’s not really her fault, and she tries to slow down for the rest of us, but you can tell that it’s sometimes a strain for her.

She’s in her second year of med school at UTMB, and is doing quite well, thank you very much. Because it’s a foregone conclusion, we already call her Doctor Becca, though she hates that .

She’s given me permission to post a couple of pages from her journal, on the subject of cadavers. I find some of the advanced medical terms used by her and her colleagues to be a bit over my head, but I’m going to look the words up soon. The good thing is that it gives me even more faith in the professionalism and deep stores of arcane knowledge possessed by our doctors.

I’ve placed it below the cut because of the extreme graphic nature of her descriptions.

And now, without further ado, the Becca Papers –

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I’d never heard of Vanessa-Mae before last week. You may not have, either. She’s a big star in Europe, though.

She’s a Singapore-born conservatory-trained violin prodigy, who in her teens decided to depart from classical music for the baser pleasures of what she calls ‘violin techno-acoustic fusion’. She’s a major hottie. She has the coolest violin imaginable.

And sometimes, she just plain gits down, Texas style.

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Addendum: Here’s a big YouTube hit of hers — The Devil’s Trill. It’s more techno-fusionoid. She’s still got the cowgirl thang happening in it, though. Yay!

Addendum #2:  Well.  We might as well include her glossy exhibition of pure techno remix disco-sex while we’re at it — I Feel Love.

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