On top of Camel's Hump
Somehow doesn't manage the same ring as 'on top of old smokey'.
Caro and Erin and I hiked it today, which was fun, if rather damp, the top third was completely obscured by clouds. and I am ALL quads. we had a thoroughly good time. It was excellent.
I'm in no shape to start school tomorrow. mentally. I need a vacation from my summer vacation, and then something completely unrelated to school. But that's not how it's gonna go. So I'll be in class tomorrow. and hopefully the day after.
I've got a problem (first step)
The logic cage I'm using isn't all that strong.
it's flimsy steel, not the silken flexibility of spider web.
the constraints are holding, but they're supported by distractions that have to be close at hand, and if the distractions aren't magnetic enough to hold my attention...
Add to the mix: every time I go to cloning and do a plasmid transformation I'm creating a transgenic bacterium. (words are bridges) let your mind wander and see where mine goes.
It doesn't take it long to fly right out of lab.
and jeeeze, using logic to reign this in? what am I, in high school? how many ways can you spell dumb, and striving for disaster? okay, so waaaay overly dramatic. there will be no disaster. but it sounded cool. gah.
And will somebody please tell me why there are no queer kids in science??? I love my friends, they're awesome, but how come the people who get micro and med and cloning and disease and how cool cave micro, is becoming can't also get questioning gender? How come the people who read Cell Magazine don't also read Kate Bornstein?
I feel like I'm trying to be in too many worlds here, and the ground is all slippery. And just once, I'd like not to be the kid in the grey area. Or at least, I'd like the grey area to be expected... or not the thing that blindsides people. whatever. I'm going to get sunggly with my biochem textbook. screw the rest of the world. amino acids don't care.
okay, I'm leaving now because I've got vertigo and I think I'm falling into the computer screen. which I know I'm not but my inner ear needs some convincing. this is irritating.
and crap. I have a Problem. I mean, it's a really really wonderful Problem. *grins*
Caro and Erin and I hiked it today, which was fun, if rather damp, the top third was completely obscured by clouds. and I am ALL quads. we had a thoroughly good time. It was excellent.
I'm in no shape to start school tomorrow. mentally. I need a vacation from my summer vacation, and then something completely unrelated to school. But that's not how it's gonna go. So I'll be in class tomorrow. and hopefully the day after.
I've got a problem (first step)
The logic cage I'm using isn't all that strong.
it's flimsy steel, not the silken flexibility of spider web.
the constraints are holding, but they're supported by distractions that have to be close at hand, and if the distractions aren't magnetic enough to hold my attention...
Add to the mix: every time I go to cloning and do a plasmid transformation I'm creating a transgenic bacterium. (words are bridges) let your mind wander and see where mine goes.
It doesn't take it long to fly right out of lab.
and jeeeze, using logic to reign this in? what am I, in high school? how many ways can you spell dumb, and striving for disaster? okay, so waaaay overly dramatic. there will be no disaster. but it sounded cool. gah.
And will somebody please tell me why there are no queer kids in science??? I love my friends, they're awesome, but how come the people who get micro and med and cloning and disease and how cool cave micro, is becoming can't also get questioning gender? How come the people who read Cell Magazine don't also read Kate Bornstein?
I feel like I'm trying to be in too many worlds here, and the ground is all slippery. And just once, I'd like not to be the kid in the grey area. Or at least, I'd like the grey area to be expected... or not the thing that blindsides people. whatever. I'm going to get sunggly with my biochem textbook. screw the rest of the world. amino acids don't care.
okay, I'm leaving now because I've got vertigo and I think I'm falling into the computer screen. which I know I'm not but my inner ear needs some convincing. this is irritating.
and crap. I have a Problem. I mean, it's a really really wonderful Problem. *grins*