back from burning man 2006
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
First of all, I want everyone to check out my amazing campmates at Bioluminati this year, as captured by Kent's Polaroid camera. I was all dolled up for the evening, which probably doesn't surprise those who know me well.
I have been doing some serious pants-seat flying since my return on Tuesday evening. So much shit is going on everywhere that I can barely keep my head on straight, but that's probably exacerbated by the fact that I managed to pick up this nasty cold from one of the employees at the warehouse as soon as I got home. My immune system had already received a kick in the ass at Burning Man when I got ahold of some septic water on Friday and subsequently spent most of Saturday puking and most of Sunday recovering from dehydration. Anyway, that cold is now doing a great job of not really making me feel *bad*, but aggravating my cough and causing various substances to want to drip from my facial orifices all the time.
I am meeting Important Board Members tomorrow...show what I've managed to accumulate as far as the setup of the perfusion lab (a lot of stuff, but it is certainly still very much a work-in-progress), talk about research ideas and experimental design issues with Big Names in cryobiology, have dinner tomorrow night, and then there's a board meeting on Saturday morning. Meanwhile, I also have to teach a one-hour lecture on chemical bonds, water, and macromolecules tomorrow at noon.
Gee wilikers, dudes. The part I *still* can't get over is the fucking money. I am amazed by the concept of making more money than it takes to survive. The possibilities of interesting things to do besides just focusing on "getting by" boggle my imagination. I still can't quite comprehend it, and that's okay, because I have a butt-load of bills to pay off with this new-found income. So I'm still slumming it, but I'm not so stressed out about it. That is some bit of peace that I have sought for myself for a very long time, and it feels damn good to finally make it.
I'll save talking about my unexpectedly intense experience at Burning Man this year for some other time. Right now, sleep. My head feels like lead.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
First of all, I want everyone to check out my amazing campmates at Bioluminati this year, as captured by Kent's Polaroid camera. I was all dolled up for the evening, which probably doesn't surprise those who know me well.
I have been doing some serious pants-seat flying since my return on Tuesday evening. So much shit is going on everywhere that I can barely keep my head on straight, but that's probably exacerbated by the fact that I managed to pick up this nasty cold from one of the employees at the warehouse as soon as I got home. My immune system had already received a kick in the ass at Burning Man when I got ahold of some septic water on Friday and subsequently spent most of Saturday puking and most of Sunday recovering from dehydration. Anyway, that cold is now doing a great job of not really making me feel *bad*, but aggravating my cough and causing various substances to want to drip from my facial orifices all the time.
I am meeting Important Board Members tomorrow...show what I've managed to accumulate as far as the setup of the perfusion lab (a lot of stuff, but it is certainly still very much a work-in-progress), talk about research ideas and experimental design issues with Big Names in cryobiology, have dinner tomorrow night, and then there's a board meeting on Saturday morning. Meanwhile, I also have to teach a one-hour lecture on chemical bonds, water, and macromolecules tomorrow at noon.
Gee wilikers, dudes. The part I *still* can't get over is the fucking money. I am amazed by the concept of making more money than it takes to survive. The possibilities of interesting things to do besides just focusing on "getting by" boggle my imagination. I still can't quite comprehend it, and that's okay, because I have a butt-load of bills to pay off with this new-found income. So I'm still slumming it, but I'm not so stressed out about it. That is some bit of peace that I have sought for myself for a very long time, and it feels damn good to finally make it.
I'll save talking about my unexpectedly intense experience at Burning Man this year for some other time. Right now, sleep. My head feels like lead.