|Wednesday, November 21st, 2007|
Basta de pasividad y de pasatiempo mientras esperamos al novio, a la novia, a la Diosa, o a la Revolucion.
|Thursday, November 15th, 2007|
|Saturday, November 10th, 2007|
I feel like I'm living in a dream. I think I have the power to prevent this bubble from ever bursting. I mean, eventually I'll die but that's a different kind of burst. Part of what makes time valuable is the fact that it's limited.
I'll go back to school. I'll go home to Oregon. I'll get a degree in neuroendocrinology. I'll work hard at it and it'll be more than just a piece of paper - it'll be proof of understanding. I'll apply what I know. I'll make people smile. It'll take work. It'll be a great adventure. It's already started.
I have this fear that I'll let people down. What if I fail? What if I disappoint people I care about? There's a part of me that says I won't fail. I can't fail. All I can do is try again before I succeed. And I won't let people down. They'll be understanding when I come up short and hopefully that'll be a rare occurrence. It's work. It's effort. It's quality. It's understanding. It's forgiving.
Being on the airplane on the way to and from SfN was scary. If that plane crashes it kills more than just me. It would kill people I care about too.
I'm learning about change. Things simply change. Sometimes they get worse and sometimes they get better but that's all a matter of perspective. If nothing ever gets worse and nothing ever gets better and happiness is a choice then it doesn't really leave much to worry about, eh? Except being happy... and making people I care about happy.
Gig is gone. I'll miss him but I much prefer to have met him and lost his company than to have never met him at all.
I'll leave California. I love Davis. It's a sweet town. My job (while it has its ups and downs) is great. I'll quit that too. I'll move on to other things. My concern is, while I want these other things - things I can get in Oregon - what if this is as good as it will ever get? I'll be able to recreate wonderful situations wherever I go. I've learned I can do that. But what if I currently have something and I'll leave it for something else, simply to build the same thing up all over again?
I am Sisyphus. This is my rock. That is my hill.
Maybe I'll even convince myself to jump out of an airplane someday.
|Thursday, September 6th, 2007|
|I know three posts in one day is a lot...
I just gotta make mention:
"No one's gotten a hand job in cargo shorts since 'Nam."
I'll give you once chance to guess what he wore. I died. The laughter killed me.
"These error bars are the bane of my existence."
"I thought I was the bane of your existence."
"Compared to these error bars, you're the reason I get up in the morning."
And for maybe a little more content:
I'm working on a yeast-two hybrid assay. Kinda cool. It'll take a long time but hey, I might get authorship out of it. And in this case a long time is about a month, maybe two, in which case it's really not that long.
He sprayed alcohol on his ungloved hands. Usually I do that after I put gloves on so I asked him what he was doing.
"Defecting my hands," he said.
I asked him to which country his hands were going.
This ivory tower of academia is like a vertical amusement park.
I'm off to develop some culture.
|is it already that time of year again?
Birthday season abounds, eh, Chad? And Henry? Yeah, that's right. You're both hella old now. Yeah, I said "hella." Again.
I guess maybe I should say "hecka" for the more sensitive eyes around here.
Hecka old. :)
Happy respective birthdays.
|Wednesday, July 18th, 2007|
|welcome back to the land of the living
Things have changed since I've been gone.
The world keeps turning in the land of the living.
Take a deep breath. Life goes on.
You know how once you've been gone from a place for a while you long for how it once was and when you return you find the place you miss no longer exists? I've experienced that a lot. I call it being "homesick."
I am homesick in a new way this time. I come home and home has changed but I still feel happy here. I don't just long for how it once was. I like how it's changed. It's not the comfort of an old friend - it's the excitement of new ones. I just happen to have known them for years.
Thanks everyone who came to the bbq and the dinner at Red Robin. That was the most fun I've had all year.
I don't want to leave.
But like I used to say when I was a kid, if I don't leave I can't come back.
These are the problems I'm lucky to have - too many friends, not enough time, too many places I want to be, too many adventures I want to have, too many things I want to see.
Oh my god I'm rhyming. That's it. This post is over!
|Wednesday, July 11th, 2007|
|Damn this language and its implicities
Him: Nobody wants to know what kind of shit you took this morning. That's just how life is.
Me: what kind of shit did you take this morning?
Me: what is?
Him: The shit I took this morning. It was disappointing. You asked, God knows why.
Me: what was it?
Him: We are so not talking about my poop right now.
Me: I just reread this conversation and suddenly realized we weren't talking about drugs
Him: Oh. No. We were not talking about drugs.
|Thursday, May 31st, 2007|
|let them eat cake
Excess ain't rebellion.
Your self-destruction doesn't hurt them.
Your chaos won't convert them.
|Monday, May 28th, 2007|
I realized my favorite people are brilliant people who don't assume they know more than I do. If there's something they know and I don't, they manage to explain things to me without insinuating that I'm stupid but they don't force an explanation on me with the assumption that I'm less experienced in something than they are. I love it. It's so comfortable.
|Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007|
|You say you want a revolution...
How to create a universe:
Take two bits of nothing and smash them together really hard. If you're lucky, you get something. If you're not lucky you have to go find two more bits of nothing.
You can't get something for (or from) nothing. Since we can add infinite zeros and never get one then I'm not sure nothing exists. Therefore everything is something.
|Sunday, May 20th, 2007|
Can't we all just float on by
|Monday, May 14th, 2007|
|I have this great idea....
Well, *I* think it's a great idea.
When I lived in Italy someone send me a postcard on which he'd drawn a leaf. Rather than wake me, my roommate kindly put it on my nightstand and it was the first thing I saw when I woke up. I felt warm fuzzies when I first opened my eyes and it was good. I thought of home, friends, and beauty.
I love getting stuff in the mail. I thought I might try encouraging people to send me themed postcards. I'm not sure how well this will work but I'd also love to have drawings from friends. The theme is "Something you'd like to wake up to." Go!
(If you need my address just leave me a comment and I'll email it to ya.)
|Sunday, April 29th, 2007|
|black september, an open letter
You said, "On September 5th, 1972, the word "Palestine" was repeated around the world" but it was not repeated out of respect. It was repeated out of loathing because you killed innocent people.
You feel you can solve problems by killing people. When children grow up they're taught to use their words to solve problems rather than their fists. Grow up. Unfortunately for you, killing a person has never solved problems. Ever.
I don't care if the target of your anger is from Iraq, Israel, Afghanistan, the U.S., Germany, Saudi Arabia, or Palestine. Stop killing people. There's no reason good enough to justify taking someone's life. Gandhi said, "An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." There is nothing left when you take away someone's life. Everyone has parents and you're killing their children.
|Thursday, April 26th, 2007|
|a twinkle in my mother's eye
My mother went to the emergency room yesterday because she can't see out of her right eye. It's been gradually getting worse and she finally decided to find out what's going on. She can only see light and color which sounds like something pretty serious.
The doctor there told her it sounded like a cataract and set her up with an appointment to see an eye specialist today at 3.
I'm not as worried as yesterday (when I was thinking "oh shit, is it a tumor?") but I'm still concerned about her. If she ends up going in for surgery it's going to mean a road trip for me.
Someone at work told me they'd pray for her and I realized I appreciate that sort of thing. I'm an atheist but I appreciate the fact that they have concern for their fellow human beings. If I were religious I'd probably do the same thing for people. It was sweet.
|Monday, April 23rd, 2007|
I want to post a poll but don't much feel like upgrading to a paid account to do it. A friend of mine and I disagreed on Bill Murray's best role ever so please select one of the following choices and leave your top pick in a comment. The choices are:
What About Bob?
Lost in Translation
The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou
If you liked one of his other movies better feel free to post it instead.
Also please keep in mind, I'm not asking which movie was the best but in which movie he played his best role.
|Thursday, April 12th, 2007|
I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about whether or not "criticist" is a word. We decided it must be due to the fact that it sounds like a good occupation and anyone who would list that as their job should be granted poetic license to use it. F
rom there the conversation took a turn into what a sophist studied. He asked if they were into sophistry and I talked a bit about how the Sophists(tm) were a group of people who taught the art of rhetoric for a fee and weren't really well-respected and not until Socrates reclaimed the term and added "philo" in front of it (or maybe that was Plato who added the prefix) did it come to have the meaning we now associate with "philosophy."
Next Halloween I'm going to wear a toga and write "Sophist 4 Life" on the back of it in duct tape. I'll go around saying, "it's ok, I'm reclaiming it."
If I find myself at a Halloween party and any man there gets the joke I'll probably have to marry him.
|Thursday, April 5th, 2007|