Summer Summary

I played 8 Sundays at the Penfield United Methodist Church.

I've started teaching piano lessons. I have two students.

Leah and Dan got engaged and married, though they still want to have a blessing and reception in December. I made a bazillion save-the-date cards for them.

I've officially joined Lisa Opanashuk and Kerry O'Banion's labs, working on the methamphetamine project.

Evan and I celebrated our six month anniversary. Go us!

Schola has started rehearsing, though Compline doesn't start until October.

I should write

I really should write something. But what?

Leah graduated from UNH cum laude last weekend. I need to send her a card or something.

Evan is sick with a cold. Poor Evan. So I'm taking all kinds of preemptive meds. Maybe he's feeling better today.

Mom is back to working full-time as a minister to cover for her friend's sabbatical at the congregational church. She had a cold last weekend, too. Her birthday is next weekend.

Jonny has been drafted into playing drums for Choate's musical, which is No No Nannette or something. Poor Mr. Tines really wants to do the racy stuff, but I think he keeps getting into trouble. Two Gentlemen of Verona and Chicago, then The Sound of Music and The King and I... another racy one, then a tame classic. Tines is going to transfer to some arts school in the South, I think.

My rotation is almost finished. I just have through the 31st. Then I have two weeks to write a report, but I don't think I have anything to report. I tried cloning a bunch of stuff, and much of it seems to have worked, but I have no data. No numbers. No graphs. No figures. I could include scans of gels, but that's really it. I pity the person who will have to read what I write.

I'm going to play church most of the Sundays in summer, which is cool by me. And Michael says I can practice at his church, the Presbyterian one across the street.

Back to maxipreps.

Done

I just handed in the last exam of the year. Whew. I don't always feel it, but this time I do: the weight lifted from my shoulders, ya know. The relief. The easy, careless joy of impending summer vacation. Yes, I still need to work in lab. But it will be easier now that I'm not balancing it against classes and such.

Lution

Put the gel into solution.
Make it the right dilution.
Rapid revolution
for good resolution.
And finish it all with elution.

blargh

Tonight: first year graduate student party
Tomorrow: superbad with jonny
Sunday: easter. sing? Evan's Mom's birthday
March 28: rotation report due
March 30: substitute
April 4: systems/integrative neuroscience exam
April 5: Dad's birthday
April 11: seminar presentation
April 17: neuroinflammation literature review due
April 22: neuroinflammation presentation
April 28: systems/integrative neuroscience exam and jonny's birthday

Drabble

I have a story to tell you. It is the epitome of an epic, replete with mystery, adventure, tragedy, and romance. My story will inspire poets to tearful song and cynics to serene meditation. My story will rock your mind out of its comfortable niche and into the elevated realm of nirvana. There you will dwell in the monumental harmony of all existence, a deity assured of the completeness and rightness of things, in a constant state of euphoric epiphany, and you will begin your own story.

Once upon a time, ...

It’s a shame I’ve run out of words.

311

Heh, today is 3/11. I like 311. I should listen to some. As should you. If my brother were in town, we would party.