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Whoever would like to tell me that Field research in Agriculture is an easy task, I implore you to inspect my fingernails as they would at a girls school before dinner. When my nail is not only pitch black where there is an possible space for dirt, but so full of soil that it is pressed upward an entire inch so that, if i scraped away a small portion from my thumb nail, it would easily serve as a storage device<
"hey bourcard, did you pack a lunch today?"
"yeah man, i carry it with me wherever i go"
I shake my hand aggressively towards the other and out falls a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, slightly flattened so that the crust is taller than the center and small bits of PB&J push their way out the sides, adding some interesting color to the usual black underside of my nails.
No it was hard work today, we planted ~3500 peppers by hand, that is 6 peppers 586 times (and a bit) or planting 100 peppers 35 times or planting 1/2 a pepper 7000 times, and all for the purpose of killing them.

I should now elaborate on the purport of these 3500 1/1 peppers or 14,000 1/4 peppers. It is because I am working for monsanto. we are trying to kill them with a water mold/ Oomycete called Phytophthera capsici, which is identified most easily by its long-lived stage called an Oospore (an Oh-no-spore if you get it in your field). Hopefully these freshly bred peppers will die as a result of the disease and we can rate how quickly and how complete the infection was.


Looking back at my day, it was not one that had any special moments, nothing that wasn't forced by a resolution to be interested,  anyway. today was a day I got through, that is all. There is something to be said about that. I, of course, wish it to be better, but there are plenty of unoteworthy, yet reassuring moments throughout the day. I think about it and know that those people who believe that they need to stock the basement with non-perishable food and keep handguns hidden in flowerpots for when russians or Arabs invade, end they day ignorant of their naivete and believe that because they were busy that they are worthwhile and maybe, just maybe they are happy.

I have worked hard all day, turn right before reaching the kitchen, sit down to my computer and occupy myself with this blog that i doubt anyone reads.
am i happier:
i hope so. at least i think i am clever