This incomparably fine woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly." Walter Benjamin said that and, after out free lunch today, my professor, Chris Smart, bought me a shirt. On the inside tag read that quote. My beloved professor, David Gross, holds Walter Benjamin, a modernist german essayist, as his main intellectual influence, i could not help being stirred to think of him when i got this shirt with "the best of american style with an American Sensibility".
I woke today and followed my typical morning routine. Rouse, boil water for coffee, neurotically put away dishes (I am not kidding when i say i twitch without touching them... i can't help it!), used water for coffee and retired to my room for a morning read...
Oh happy routines...
Without you i would collapse in a heap of neuroticism, melting into a heaping ball of burnt hair and viscous fluid bubbling with escaping "stress-bubbles". I have started to reinvigorate my routine. It is funny that my old routines seem so boring and rigid but then I realize that over my many years of being alive, my routine is the climax of my knowledge and is best followed. After my reassertion of happiness, it was off to work, where, i was intermittently exposed to large amounts of food. First, at 10, was break, a friday routine that included coffee, homemade ice cream, cheesecake, cookies, cheese plates, and cookies. I tried my best to resist, but the look i always get from my graduate student is so scathing that i am always forced to eat at these free events. People hate people who don't eat free food, and being one who dislikes dislike, i was "forced" to consume the ice cream and a small sampling of the other items. I must say it was a surprise, as it always is, to find that my legs still moved and that i was able to think after the mid-morning soiree (i did spell that correctly the first time). The second event, a free lunch, i was able to elope with my reading a little more easily, which time i did collect my Benjamin (pronounced Ben-jah-meen). and finally, after that, at 1 p.m. was the lab meeting which included more free ice cream. This ice cream offered under the direct scrutiny of my superiors could not be avoided. I found through all this strict stoic self-denialism, i was still able to smile as i completed my lab work. it was not hard to enjoy, for as i tried to concentrate on completing my work, my professor was depleting the supply of microcentrifuge Tubes i needed for my isolates by blowing them up with dry ice and pure ethanol. This is a really hard place not to enjoy myself. Though often on the verge of ridiculous; a problem i certainly do not help to curtail.
exciting person of the day:
I went to the natural foodstore to collect some deodarant and found myself scouring the store and my mind, seizing on any excuse to purchase something. With only ten minutes to clossing when i entered, this was a rather rude place to be. I said at least three times i will be out any moment. Suddenly after telling them i had collected my last item i spotted cashews and said DAMMIT! The ladies behind the counter giggled and said they were pure out of dammit but "do have groats and bulgur wheat"
Well done bespectacled ladies i suspect of being lesbians, well done. I will be back to honor your clever sauciness.
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