Of Human Bondage-- M. Somerset Maugham ( Read more... )

Flight-- Sherman Alexie ( Read more... )

I had lunch today with a friend who works at the zoo. She was telling me about a new gorilla that just arrived from New York. I asked how gorillas are shipped. The answer? Fed-Ex. (Of course.)

Also, horchata popsicles are rockin'.

Imogen Heap tomorrow and Mates of State with Asobi Seksu the day after. Yippee!

My girlfriend and I are talking about politics. I ask her if she has heard that Joe Lieberman plans to run as an independent if he does not receive the Democratic Party nomination. She says, "Who is funding this? Why don't they spend their money on something more useful, like building a giant statue out of marshmallows?"

When I went to see Fahrenheit 9-11 and also when I went to see DaVinci Code (my friends MADE me go!) there were protesters outside the theater. How cool would it have been to fake-protest An Inconvenient Truth on opening day?! We could have made signs with slogans that said things like, "Who are you going to believe: A bunch of scientists or ( Read more... )

Beck sings in a bear suit. Beck has a little puppet Beck with little puppet musicians and they enact the entire show onstage simultaneously. The puppets know the words to the songs and do the exact same dance moves as the band. I wonder if they change the little outfits on the puppets, or if the performers wear the same clothes every night. The ( Read more... )

Overheard #1: " . . . in the library. He put a twenty dollar bill in his thesis, and twenty years later it was still there . . ."

Overheard #2: " . . . no, they don't talk about it. They don't need to talk about it, it's just assumed to be there underneath, like . . . like underpants."

I have my whole laboratory to myself today because apparently I am the only scientist who thinks that working is actually less boring that watching soccer all day. Wheeee, I get to pick the radio station!

The universe is receptive to the powers of my mind today. I spent the majority of the day with a black cloud of anger and grumpiness surrounding me like Pigpen's stink. There was a wind storm today, and as I was walking home, getting covered in desert dust, I saw a telephone pole fall along with the usual millions of downed branches from soft old ( Read more... )