I spend a lot of time this summer pretending that 40 micron mouse brain sections are swimmy fishies. They particularly like to travel up pipets. Let me tell you, they are no upstream salmon.
Squeezing the rubber end of a buret pipet with extreme force so that all the liquid squirts out in one go
is a wonderful sound and feeling- one of accomplishment. If I ever win an award, I'm going to bring a full small pipet with me to the ceremony, so that when I get my award, I can squeeze my handy little pipy (that will be my affectionate name for it). That way I will feel like something actually did happen.
Because in my experience, ceremonies are generally worthless and lead to feeling like nothing we ever do really accumulates to anything. Is working hundreds of hours and neurons on a project ever worth a one hour ceremony with restless people? Humans are weird.
Today was perfect bicycling whether. I was mislead into thinking that studying outside would be a good idea while in motion. That's how perfect for bicycling today's weather was.
The most important part of this sentence is that I had no clue bicycling had two Cs until now. It makes sense though. Did you know tricyccle has three Cs? But then they ruin the trend by spelling car with only one c. ccccar.
But little do MOST people know that a capital C is like a ß in German. Here is the explanatory analogy:
if ß=ss then C=cccc
So if you don't want to be hypocrite, spell car Car! It's like a well known secret rebellion.