We made it to North Palm Beach within a minimum of flight-related mishaps, and probably the maximum amount of sanity retained for any nine-hour aerial adventure.
This morning I stepped outside onto the warm bricks and wrote a haiku:
Mockingbirds, stray cat
Lizards scurry underfoot
Today will be hot.
And here is a video of our contrail shadow and a [...]
I was just at the local tiny branch of the Seattle Library picking up some books I had on hold, and I happened to see a collection of audio recordings of poetry by Dorothy Parker, Ogden Nash, and Phyllis McGinley. I checked it out because I wanted to hear them read their own poetry.
So, [...]
I don’t think I’ve talked about my career change at all here, so I’ll start now.
I was laid off from Howard Hughes in December, since the immunology lab I was supporting uprooted itself and moved to the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center, and I did not want to move to NYC to follow. This ended [...]
Smoking!
O cigarettes! How I hate you for your mind-blowing addictiveness!
I am quitting now, for real this time, as a present to myself for my 30th year. I recently read David Sedaris’ “When You Are Engulfed In Flames,” where Sedaris talks about his decision to quit. He mentions hearing a non-native English speaker [...]
I’m taking time out of my busy morning study schedule (I bemoan the complexity of the female reproductive system… christ, how am I supposed to keep all those hormones straight?) to point out this cool photo by Hosang Park, currently for sale at 20×200.com.
I have the following questions about it:
What is up with the paths? [...]
A while ago, I took some really gross photos of mold from a tupperware I found in the back of my fridge:
I was wondering what prevented the mold spores I inadvertently inhaled while taking these photos from implanting in my moist, dark lungs, and a friend (”FRIEND”) pointed out that nothing really does, so people [...]
Whenever I try to come up with an analogy, it usually involves poop. I don’t really know why, but I think poop might be my spirit animal. Also, I was raised by my father, who swears like a sailor, so blame him. (And my spirit animal.)
The above was supposed to somehow segue [...]