I spontaneously woke up at 7:00 and went back to sleep as Quirky Roommate, who usually sleeps later than me, jumped out of bed, printed an essay, and ran out the door.
As he was discussing polyploidy, the Evolution professor took a headcount of Star Trek fans and explained that in "The Trouble With Tribbles," the grain quadrotriticale was an actual genetically engineered tetraploid grain (or, at least, the triticale part of it). Proof that Star Trek can have actual science sometimes!
In the laundry room, one of the washing machine had already been paid for and loaded with detergent, but no one was there and the lights were off. Later, as I was moving my loads to the dryer, a girl who had been taking out her clothes told me there were 40 minutes left on both of her dryers and I could have them. I saved $3 on laundry!
The bathroom has been invaded with Drosophila melanogaster ever since someone threw away rotting food in the trash. When they land on the mirror, you can come close enough to them to notice the details like red eyes and brown bodies (some had black bodies.) I've heard of them for years, genetics oblige, but I do believe that this is the closest I've ever come to a fruitfly. It was somewhat like meeting a famous person.
La Bohème is playing next week at the City Opera, and the University Honors Center is offering very cheap tickets for students. I snagged the last one. Whether I can actually make it to the show is another question, hopefully the Ochem lab that day is not too long.
Tonight, while I should have been working on my lab reports, I stumbled across an introductory scuba diving class in the course schedule for next semester. I deliberated taking it next year, when I realized it fit into my planned schedule for next semester. The novelty of taking a class just because hasn't quite worn off, and the utter strangeness of having such classes be offered at all is quite pleasing.
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On the other hand, it's nearly midnight, I haven't made any significant headway whatsoever on my lab reports, I can't find my infrared spectroscopy data, and I don't care at all.
As he was discussing polyploidy, the Evolution professor took a headcount of Star Trek fans and explained that in "The Trouble With Tribbles," the grain quadrotriticale was an actual genetically engineered tetraploid grain (or, at least, the triticale part of it). Proof that Star Trek can have actual science sometimes!
In the laundry room, one of the washing machine had already been paid for and loaded with detergent, but no one was there and the lights were off. Later, as I was moving my loads to the dryer, a girl who had been taking out her clothes told me there were 40 minutes left on both of her dryers and I could have them. I saved $3 on laundry!
The bathroom has been invaded with Drosophila melanogaster ever since someone threw away rotting food in the trash. When they land on the mirror, you can come close enough to them to notice the details like red eyes and brown bodies (some had black bodies.) I've heard of them for years, genetics oblige, but I do believe that this is the closest I've ever come to a fruitfly. It was somewhat like meeting a famous person.
La Bohème is playing next week at the City Opera, and the University Honors Center is offering very cheap tickets for students. I snagged the last one. Whether I can actually make it to the show is another question, hopefully the Ochem lab that day is not too long.
Tonight, while I should have been working on my lab reports, I stumbled across an introductory scuba diving class in the course schedule for next semester. I deliberated taking it next year, when I realized it fit into my planned schedule for next semester. The novelty of taking a class just because hasn't quite worn off, and the utter strangeness of having such classes be offered at all is quite pleasing.
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On the other hand, it's nearly midnight, I haven't made any significant headway whatsoever on my lab reports, I can't find my infrared spectroscopy data, and I don't care at all.
2 comments:
Jo gets upset when the fruit flies drop into her wine of an evening and is totally unimpressed when I tell her how fascinating they are.
It's great to be back in Blogland. I feel as though I've been away for ages. I hope you get to La Boheme. It may be a well-worn opera but that doesn't mean that it's not absolutely wonderful. I've never seen a production that hasn't brought tears to my eyes.
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