in all honesty, I am tired. So tired, in fact, that i hope i can convince myself to keep this post rather short. Luckily for me, my exhaustion did not show its face until 9a.m. this morning while Amara, my graduate student, and I were preparing inoculum plates.
The Inoculum, we took stock of 'em,
Amara and I, using special slides
counted 1, 2, 3, 4,
zoospores 1x10 to the 5
snappy i got in lab
"can't deal with tedium, man i'm mad"
So to the field, we sprayed plants
5ml each, tap, tap tap
that the end of my innocuous inoculum rap
In all seriousness though, i was really tired. I feared at any moment i would collapse, and if i wasn't collapsing, i was quite unengaged and unengaging, dragging my feet, trying to smile but i know it was only a grimace. Even at lunch i could only stretch to prevent my taking a nap, which would certainly disturb my already disturbed sleeping pattern. somehow, in my stupor, I was thrown into a bit of distress when Amara said i would be going to Hang plants with Carly.
My fear was not only at the prospect of reentering the staggering heat, but that i had always enjoyed my time with Carly, and i really feared i would lose her respect in my languid presence. I told her so, hoping i would alleviate some blame from myself. Suddenly, i lost my sense of tiredness as we began speaking bilingually, filling the lulls in the conversation with silly little spanish mini-conversations. My deep exhaustion only showed in a slight lack of cleverness.
Finally we finished and i think we both were pleasantly surprised at our own self-made pleasantries. We excitedly picked giant gooseberries that tasted like plums. We don;t have them in maine because they are black-listed for being the alternative host of a pathogen called white-pine blister rust, and i have only ever seen them on Burnt Island, off the coast of Rockland.
Today should be qualified as a bad day. I was languid and unexacting and clumsy, But i was carried all day long for the excitement of many things. Coming home, reading in the mornings, but above all the prospect of oatmeal in the morning!!!!
it has been such a long time since i have had oatmeal and i think i have seriously underestimated its potential.
checking out your rendition of death of a virgin, which i think has great strength, but the virgin s bowels could use a little distension, bloating, gas. her tongue, a little discoloration, like a raspberry sucker could produce. your positioning is perfect as well as your lamenting friend. well done. i want more. carravagioesque. keep it coming.
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