Sometimes the world is full of good omens, and yet my days would appear a bad omen, a warning sign to those foolish few. I’m beginning to hate students – young, thinking the world revolves around them – their not so serious illnesses, their study sessions, and most annoying their lies about bar hopping. They interrupt perfectly good RNA extractions, needing to be attended to. I’m too busy to be someone’s baby sitter. Being a mother is great, holding the hand of some foolish 21-year-old is something entirely different. I would like to say I’m nice, but I was on the verge of yelling; my RNA mode not a joke, although it may seem comical with the labcoat-clad, half-dancing movements, singing and talking to myself, head bobbing to metal blasting out of the MP3 player. But it’s not a joke – the tempo, my wild arm flailing while mixing phases – it’s critical. There is a rhythm to it and interrupting my White Zombie/Poison the Well celebration of RNA is near unforgivable, especially when I planned my day around his schedule, which he changed last minute without warning. I doubt there is any study session, because the time changed from 2:30 to 3:00 pm when we spoke – he seemed unaware. He’s also interrupted “Black Angel’s Death Song,” which is almost a killing offense in my mind; standing there stupid-eyed, not sure if he’s coming or going, telling me about his girlfriend, all while Lou Reed is hissing his imitation of a respirator. I was flying to the cozy brown snow of the East. Now I’m annoyed, my work flow…interrupted.
Monday, December 27, 2010
I'm Gonna Crawl
Better late than never, I suppose. I have been the busy beaver lately and am posting this more than a week late.
Sometimes the world is full of good omens, and yet my days would appear a bad omen, a warning sign to those foolish few. I’m beginning to hate students – young, thinking the world revolves around them – their not so serious illnesses, their study sessions, and most annoying their lies about bar hopping. They interrupt perfectly good RNA extractions, needing to be attended to. I’m too busy to be someone’s baby sitter. Being a mother is great, holding the hand of some foolish 21-year-old is something entirely different. I would like to say I’m nice, but I was on the verge of yelling; my RNA mode not a joke, although it may seem comical with the labcoat-clad, half-dancing movements, singing and talking to myself, head bobbing to metal blasting out of the MP3 player. But it’s not a joke – the tempo, my wild arm flailing while mixing phases – it’s critical. There is a rhythm to it and interrupting my White Zombie/Poison the Well celebration of RNA is near unforgivable, especially when I planned my day around his schedule, which he changed last minute without warning. I doubt there is any study session, because the time changed from 2:30 to 3:00 pm when we spoke – he seemed unaware. He’s also interrupted “Black Angel’s Death Song,” which is almost a killing offense in my mind; standing there stupid-eyed, not sure if he’s coming or going, telling me about his girlfriend, all while Lou Reed is hissing his imitation of a respirator. I was flying to the cozy brown snow of the East. Now I’m annoyed, my work flow…interrupted.
Sometimes the world is full of good omens, and yet my days would appear a bad omen, a warning sign to those foolish few. I’m beginning to hate students – young, thinking the world revolves around them – their not so serious illnesses, their study sessions, and most annoying their lies about bar hopping. They interrupt perfectly good RNA extractions, needing to be attended to. I’m too busy to be someone’s baby sitter. Being a mother is great, holding the hand of some foolish 21-year-old is something entirely different. I would like to say I’m nice, but I was on the verge of yelling; my RNA mode not a joke, although it may seem comical with the labcoat-clad, half-dancing movements, singing and talking to myself, head bobbing to metal blasting out of the MP3 player. But it’s not a joke – the tempo, my wild arm flailing while mixing phases – it’s critical. There is a rhythm to it and interrupting my White Zombie/Poison the Well celebration of RNA is near unforgivable, especially when I planned my day around his schedule, which he changed last minute without warning. I doubt there is any study session, because the time changed from 2:30 to 3:00 pm when we spoke – he seemed unaware. He’s also interrupted “Black Angel’s Death Song,” which is almost a killing offense in my mind; standing there stupid-eyed, not sure if he’s coming or going, telling me about his girlfriend, all while Lou Reed is hissing his imitation of a respirator. I was flying to the cozy brown snow of the East. Now I’m annoyed, my work flow…interrupted.
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