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The tandem pull of the sun and the moon
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wTuesday, February 25, 2003 |
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Wow, am I bushed. What a crazy two days. Its pretty cool how the time flies by at work now though. I have one more day with the guy who's leaving and then I'M ON MY OWN.
(eep).
Still so much to learn and figure out.
All our samples get numbers that we use to identify the sample and the test. Today I got sample 666 -- The Sample of the Beast. Its some sludgy lookin scarey shit that was pulled from a local resevoir. I think I'll pull out all stops when gearing up to set up this test tomorrow: gloves, mask... mebbe I'll jes saran wrap my entire body.
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Just Mary at 11:16 PM
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wSunday, February 23, 2003 |
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So starting tomorrow, I'm going to be the bioassay analyst at the place where I've been temping. This is a good thing in a number of ways. First, its a marine biology job. That's a scarce commodity with a B.S. degree and no science job experience. Second, I won't be working with the solvents that have been the bane of my working life. Third, its more money -- I won't have to work 2 jobs to get by. Fourth, I'm kind of excited about the work, although I'm sure in time it will be routine.
There's some icky politics around my transfer to this group -- I'll be part of the inorganics group. My old boss is pissed they're taking me with so little notice. And he's being kind of rude to me over it. The new boss wants me starting asap because the old guy is leaving on Wednesday (to be an aquarist at an aquarium. I'm really happy for him) and there's a metric buttload to learn. So its not all sunshine and roses. And I don't like it when people are unhappy with me, as my old boss seems to be. But I gave him ample opportunity to make me an employee, to give me more responsibility etc. And I was a huge help to him whenever I could be. So even though I like the guy, I'm trying to detach and not let his unhappiness be my problem. Because its not. Still sorta sucks though.
In other news, I've been playing someone's Druid character in a campaign for a couple of months and I'm now rolling up my own character for that campaign. Her name is Lamda Faege (pronounced like the bacterial virus Lamda Phage), an elven cleric. I've been looking at the Forgotten Realms campaign setting, which is where I got info about the Drow Elven sub-race. I'm kind of jazzed. She's going to be fun.
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Just Mary at 4:02 PM
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wFriday, February 21, 2003 |
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Looks like starting next week, I'll be an employed marine biologist. More soon.
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Just Mary at 2:03 AM
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wThursday, February 13, 2003 |
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I realized today, I can't sing the blues about yesterday. The reasons lie within the instructions:
How to Sing the Blues (thanks to the Delta 88's blues band and Judith Podell for this insight.)
1. Most Blues begin, "Woke up this morning."
2. "I got a good woman" is a bad way to begin the Blues, 'less you stick something nasty in the next line, like " I got a good woman, with the ugliest face in town."
3. The Blues is simple. After you get the first line right, repeat it. Then find something that rhymes .... sort of: "Got a good woman - with the ugliest face in town. Got teeth like Margaret Thatcher -and she weigh 500 pound."
4. The Blues are not about choice. You stuck in a ditch, you stuck in a ditch; ain't no way out.
5. Blues cars: Chevys and Cadillacs and broken-down trucks. Blues don't travel in Volvos, BMWs, or Sport Utility Vehicles. Most Blues transportation is a Greyhound bus or a southbound train. Jet aircraft an' state-sponsored motor pools ain't even in the running. Walkin' plays a major part in the blues lifestyle. So does fixin' to die.
6. Teenagers can't sing the Blues. They ain't fixin' to die yet. Adults sing the Blues. In Blues, "adulthood" means being old enough to get the electric chair if you shoot a man in Memphis.
7. Blues can take place in New York City but not in Hawaii or any place in Canada. Hard times in St. Paul or Tucson is just depression. Chicago, St. Louis, and Kansas City still the best places to have the Blues. You cannot have the blues in any place that don't get rain.
8. A man with male pattern baldness ain't the blues. A woman with male pattern baldness is. Breaking your leg cuz you skiing is not the blues. Breaking your leg cuz an alligator be chomping on it is.
9. You can't have no Blues in an office or a shopping mall. The lighting is wrong. Go outside to the parking lot or sit by the dumpster.
10. Good places for the Blues: a. highway b. jailhouse c. empty bed d. bottom of a whiskey glass
Bad places: a. Ashrams b. gallery openings c. Ivy League institutions d. golf courses
11. No one will believe it's the Blues if you wear a suit, 'less you happen to be an old ethnic person, and you slept in it.
12. Do you have the right to sing the Blues? Yes, if: a. you're older than dirt b. you're blind c. you shot a man in Memphis d. you can't be satisfied
No, if: a. you have all your teeth b. you were once blind but now can see c. the man in Memphis lived. d. you have a retirement plan or trust fund.
13. Blues is not a matter of color. It's a matter of bad luck. Tiger Woods cannot sing the blues. Gary Coleman could. Ugly white people also got a leg up on the blues.
14. If you ask for water and Baby give you gasoline, it's the Blues. Other acceptable Blues beverages are: a. wine b. whiskey or bourbon c. muddy water d. black coffee
The following are NOT Blues beverages: a. mixed drinks b. kosher wine c. Snapple d. sparkling water
15. If it occurs in a cheap motel or a shotgun shack, it's a Blues death. Stabbed in the back by a jealous lover is another Blues way to die. So is the electric chair, substance abuse, and dying lonely on a broken down cot. You can't have a Blues death if you die during a tennis match or getting liposuction.
16. Some Blues names for women: a. Sadie b. Big Mama c. Bessie d. Fat River Dumpling
17. Some Blues names for men: a. Joe b. Willie c. Little Willie d. Big Willie
18. Persons with names like Sierra, Sequoia, Auburn, and Rainbow can't sing the Blues no matter how many men they shoot in Memphis.
19. Make your own Blues name (starter kit): a. name of physical infirmity (Blind, Cripple, Lame, etc.) b. first name (see above) plus name of fruit (Lemon, Lime, Kiwi,etc.) c. last name of President (Jefferson, Johnson, Fillmore, etc.) For example, Blind Lime Jefferson, or Cripple Kiwi Fillmore, etc. (Well, maybe not "Kiwi.")
20. I don't care how tragic your life: you own a computer, you cannot sing the blues. You best destroy it. Fire, a spilled bottle of Mad Dog, or get out a shotgun. Maybe your big woman just done sat on it. I don't care.
So there it is. signed, Bald Tire Betty
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Oof. Crazy crazy crazy, my life is too crazy.
Today's mishaps:
After waking early to get to work early (leaving the house at 7am), I discover a half flat tire. STRESS. I hurridly fill it up and start my commute.
- Its raining. The mountain highway I drive over every day to get to sillycon valley is plagued with accidents and moronic drivers. The normal 1 hour commute takes 1 hour 50 minutes. STRESS
- I take a closer look at aforementioned tire, again in a half flat state. I notice the steel showing through the rubber, looking like the rubber is separating. Ponder replacing tire. Ponder what a blow out would be like on a hiway 17 curve. STRESS
- Am much later to work than planned. Ponder how I'm going to get back to university to lead discussion section AND do 8 hours of work at the lab. STRESS
- Find cheap tire place to replace tire. Get price. Take car to said place. In spite of "free installation," real price is $20 more than quoted price. PISSED and STRESSED.
- Get back to work. Jam through rest of work day with no lunch, no break. Leave work to coworker's report of 7 car pileup on my commute route back home. STRESS
- Get to section meeting place late. Students waiting. Stressed students who have exam in the morning. Students waiting on me. GUILT and STRESS
- Get up in front of students, 12 hours after I'd left my house. Brain goes blank. I discover I can't coherently talk about jack shit. STRESS. fumble through discussion of DNA replication, transcription, translation to semi-hostile students. STRESS. The Red Bull isn't kickin in. MORE STRESS.
You got the idea. I finally got it together and managed to say one or two intelligent things, but I really felt like shit about my presentation on those three topics. It sucks when people are depending on you and you feel like you don't come through for them. I just felt like I never got ahold of the room in that first hour and that's because I had no confidence in anything I was saying. sigh. Me thinking to myself "I have no fucking business trying to teach genetics concepts to these kids..." I just felt like I was flailing. I was trying to get the students to talk about the concepts and they were like lumps.
Such a let down feeling. I really feel like I failed.
It got better. Once the room thinned after the first hour (prolly because I sucked so bad), I found my stride and we had a good session. But I hate having 15 people who don't know me as a TA get the impression of me that I suck. Cuz I don't. I'm good at this. I know the material. I love the material.
waaa.:(
oh well. tomorrow they have their exam, and I sleep in. Just the one job tomorrow and the next day and then a 3 day weekend (no holiday pay, reason 352 why it sucks to be me...).
Sigh.
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wFriday, February 07, 2003 |
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Definitely was sick yesterday. I had some bizarre dreams -- the same one, all night.
In my dream, I'd hear my alarm and wake up and it was around 6:45am, which is time to get up and get ready for my day. But then I'd really wake up and instead of it being morning, it was 12:30am, 2:45am, and 5am.
Ugh. What a weird night.
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wTuesday, February 04, 2003 |
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Yessotoxin. A new obsession I plan to develop. I love the name. I know nothing about it, but I'm going to learn. Yes, its a dinoflagellate thing. :) The local suspect is Protoperidinium ssp., apparently. Last spring in plankton class, you couldn't slap down a slide without seeing that wacky lil armored guy racing around and spinning like a dervish. He was very cute.
WTF is the purpose of these poisons these lil critters produce? I saw a picture of yessotoxin today and its this big honking polyether (I could have it confused with Azsomething -- its late. forgive me) Why? Whatever adaptive advantage could these serve? Ok ok, we all know that not everything has an adaptive advantage. Sometimes it just is. But its prevalence suggests that it must have some purpose. And if its survived over time then it must offer some advantage. Mustn't it?
Sigh. so much to learn, and as usual, I feel a deficit of time and basic knowledge. Wish my chemistry was better. I wish I knew more about microarray technology, too. Apparently some fish folk are using microarrays to see what genes are being expressed in different life stages of fish. How cool is that? Would be great to apply something like that to toxic algae -- look at them when they're in toxic mode versus non-toxic mode. I don't even know if the genomes of dinoflaggellates have been sequenced though.
I'm tired, my entire body feels like someone has been beating me with a stick. When will this flu leave me be (dammit!)? At least, I hope its the flu. But I can't help but notice that I'm fine until a few hours into work. This is like the second or third day I've felt like this after working for a few hours. I don't think breathing solvent fumes all day is good for me. (well, duh...)
Moo. Sux to be me.
I applied to the Temple for a paid summer internship. I doubt I stand a chance in hell. They get about 2000 applications for 10 positions. The person I want to intern with is world famous for his DNA probes and molecular tools to study toxic plankton. I was looking for yessotoxin links tonight and found one of his students from last summer. She only happened to develop DNA probes for an entire genera of toxic dinoflagellates. She's finishing her doctorate. She's amazing.
I am so not worthy.
I kinda feel foolish for even trying, after learning about her. If that's the caliber of student, well... I'm not in that league. But, three profs were very encouraging and wrote me great letters of recommendation. Two of those profs are or were affiliated with the Temple. So who knows... I guess it was a good exercise, if nothing else. It made me write a letter about how cool I am. (cough) That was a hard letter to write.
I'm looking for work harder now. Anything. I need to make some extra money and I need to get out of this work that's making me feel like dogmeat -- dogmeat that's been marinating in hexanes, mtbe, ethyl ether, methylene chloride, and whatever the toxin dujour is that these were used to extract.
I feel like one big toxic sponge. But hey.. I'm well tenderized at least. You could filet me with a butter knife and serve me up with a nice chianti and some fava beans.
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Just Mary at 11:52 PM
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