…Prior to his time at McKinsey, Peter spent five years at the Johns Hopkins Hospital as a general surgery resident, where he was the recipient of several prestigious awards, including Resident of the Year and the award for Excellence in Teaching, and the author of a comprehensive review of general surgery. Peter also spent two years at the National Institutes of Health as a surgical oncology fellow at the National Cancer Institute under Dr. Steve Rosenberg, where his research focused on the role of regulatory T cells in cancer regression and other immune-based therapies for cancer.
Peter is a 2012/2013 recipient of the French-American Foundation Young Leader’s Fellowship, which recognizes the most promising leaders in the United States and France under the age of 40. […]
Peter earned his M.D. from Stanford University and holds a B.Sc. in mechanical engineering and applied mathematics from Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario, Canada, where he also taught and helped design the calculus curriculum.
Yep, sounds exactly like the kinda guy who convincingly gets emotional on queue, and for effect. Them surgeon-calculus guys…
Here’s the presentation where in the last minute or so, Peter gets emotional, breaks up a bit.
A brief summary of the presentation is that he introduces by juxtaposing his visceral reactions as a surgical resident to a fat, T2 diabetic woman in need of a foot amputation…to a young, attractive, fit-looking woman who would nonetheless soon be dead from pancreatic cancer.
That serves as the backdrop for his recounting of his own discoveries: his own problems with fat accumulation and what he did about that. And now, his own commitment to make it his life’s work to help those he previously judged so harshly because they simply didn’t eat less and move more.
He and Gary Taubes initiated the Nutrition Science Initiative (NuSI) that has already begun some research and fund raising is going well. Peter admits to his own bias in the presentation. He basically did his own cure with low carb. But he goes on to explain that NuSI is about gathering together top obesity researchers with differing hypotheses about obesity (the fat, the carbs, the reward, etc., etc.) and getting them the funding to duke it out.
Aside: so scary. It’ll be so awful to have a couple of guys biased towards the insulin hypothesis of fat accumulation heading an obesity research science institute. We’ve had like 4 decades of zero bias in obesity research and this is quite a step back. [/smirk]
He concludes by regretting his prejudicial assessment of one of those women. He gets a bit emotional about it.
…Ignoramuses, morons, bastards, bitches, cunts, cocksuckers, the proudly emotionally unstable—and I’m only talking about the bloggers—and their sycophants hit the road to expose their own biases that they always dishonestly hide…because they’re all liars from jot to tittle. All suffer from delusions of adequacy.
Peter hasn’t even blogged about his own TED on his own blog. Why? Take a guess. I’ll disclose that Peter and I are friends and for some silly reason he likes to call me up out of the blue and take whatever counsel I can offer. We had dinner at a French bistro place in Redwood City a few months back, our meal being interrupted continuously by the people at the next table captivatingly interested by our conversation (neither of us minded). Peter is a bit embarrassed about the TED. Trust me.
The reaction to his getting emotional is so funny to me. We sit here in judgment of every film or TV drama we see where a profesional actor doesn’t quite get their craft right on queue, when it calls for the one thing harder to do than a nude lovemaking scene: display convincing emotion. But Petter Attia, MD, former surgical resident, calculus curriculum geek, medical administrator and and medical research foundation founder—with not a single acting course in his curriculum vitae—get’s it just right and perfect. Perfectly on queue: perfect control—not too much, not too little. Wow, maybe we might want just this kind of automath talent to head a nutrition-obesity science institute. …Or something.
…Right now it’s like 95F here in San Jose, CA in mid-afternoon. I’m drafting this post on the back porch. I feel a slight comforting breeze. I’m attributing it to lex parsimoniae, in the sense that William of Ockham must be spinning rapidly.
At the same time, I’m reminded of my late maternal grandfather, Clarence Goodsell. A man among men. Owned property from the Bay Area to Reno, built houses on them by hand and rented and lived in them; hand painted all the signs in all the Reno casinos in the 60s and 70s, got most of his deer by headshot with a hair trigger .243 rifle, tied his own flies and with them, caught thousands of trout in the Trukkee right off his front yard, steelhead in the Kalamath, and enormous rainbows and browns in Pyramid lake.
He died when I was about 28. Up until then, from as long as I can remember, he never, ever got through a single Christmas, birthday, anniversary or father’s day card without a bit of an emotional display.
What a clever man. We were all such fools to ever think that he actually held values in ways and means that we simply did not fully understand or account for—except, of course, that when he got emotional it could sometimes end up in ridiculous emotional conflagration…people crying, appreciating one another, hugging. Y’know, all that kinda contrived, transparent shit. I’m sure that by the next day, money loans were going in all sorts of different directions.
You fuckhead bloggers and your pathetic, worthless sycophants: shame on you all. I wish all of you very bad things. I hope a lot of others do, too.