The Ethanol (C₂H₆O) in W3(OH)
Sunny today. It won't be tomorrow. The temperature reached 78˚F. I only stepped outside for a moment. But, I will note, that I have managed to leave the house, at least briefly, every day now for twenty-four consecutive days. Likely, that breaks even pre-COVID-19 records going back very many years, possibly to the mid 1990s. So, go me.
All that said, it was - let's call it a crummy day and be polite. It was a crummy day. And yet it was productive. I finished the text for Nan Goldin's book, and I have to send that off today. I cut it close, as April 11th was my deadline. I'm no good with deadlines, but I'm useless without them.
Nothing else good to be said about this crummy day. I ate nothing but a tin of sardines and a pack of Little Debbie cakes.
Kay Ivey has released a video entitled simply "Stole." In doing so, she has removed any doubt (there was very little) that she has been suckling at the teat of Donald Trump's Big Lie. After watching it, I said on Facebook yesterday, "Why do Kathryn and I have to go back to New England as soon as possible? This bitch and all the people who support her. It is not safe for me to be here." And on Twitter I wrote: "By the way, I have a couple of paleo' projects that have to be completed in Alabama over the next year, & then I am going back to New England for good. So much for coming home to Ala. The ignorant, hate-mongering bigots can have it. I can write & do science somewhere sane." I would leave this summer, when our lease was up, if it were an option.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. You know, for kids.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:21 a.m. (part of my home lab, a luxury I likely will not have in New England)
All that said, it was - let's call it a crummy day and be polite. It was a crummy day. And yet it was productive. I finished the text for Nan Goldin's book, and I have to send that off today. I cut it close, as April 11th was my deadline. I'm no good with deadlines, but I'm useless without them.
Nothing else good to be said about this crummy day. I ate nothing but a tin of sardines and a pack of Little Debbie cakes.
Kay Ivey has released a video entitled simply "Stole." In doing so, she has removed any doubt (there was very little) that she has been suckling at the teat of Donald Trump's Big Lie. After watching it, I said on Facebook yesterday, "Why do Kathryn and I have to go back to New England as soon as possible? This bitch and all the people who support her. It is not safe for me to be here." And on Twitter I wrote: "By the way, I have a couple of paleo' projects that have to be completed in Alabama over the next year, & then I am going back to New England for good. So much for coming home to Ala. The ignorant, hate-mongering bigots can have it. I can write & do science somewhere sane." I would leave this summer, when our lease was up, if it were an option.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. You know, for kids.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:21 a.m. (part of my home lab, a luxury I likely will not have in New England)