Did you miss me?
No?
Well...me neither, really. Too much to do.
Work. Party. Work. Party. Work. Work. Work. Its been a fun couple of weeks. Running around a like a chicken with its head cut off is not conducive to blogging. Or even thinking.
But as the 5 faithful people who read this know, I'm always open to life lessons. Even when I'm dying of too-much-work-itis. And this is what I learnt in the last 3 or so weeks:
1). Never do 28 MEF preps at the same time. Eventually you end up with about 3 zillion plates of cells and a crick in your neck from sitting in the hood.
2). You can cook the most delectable food and be unable to eat it because you've spent too long cooking it and the flavor has permeated every cell in your body.
3). Want to throw a surprise party? Incarcerate the invitees in solitary chambers for a month before the event. Especially if they are women. I hate to say this of my sex....but seriously, we CANNOT keep our mouths shut to save our lives.
4). Want to watch a raunchy movie with way too much booty on display? Go watch The Bank Job. Its a sleaze fest. And the tunnel digging thing is old. OK. Apparently its a true story. But Royal Family sleaze is so 90s! We are way over them now.
5). Want to watch tasteful eye candy? Watch Hrithik do his topless sword fighting practice scene in Jodhaa Akbar. And rewatch it. Until you've run out of drool.
6). Want to NOT meet with your boss every Friday afternoon? Just pretend to be super busy and make him come and ask you when you'll be free to talk, 3 weeks in a row. The 4th week...he'll cave in and say..lets just do this on Monday. Yay!
7). Refrain from asking the Chinese people in your lab their opinion on the Tibetan conflict. If you want a peaceful working relationship, that is. When you eat lunch with them, just talk about the weather, their health, the general status of their experiments, the terrible cafeteria food and other (seemingly) non-controversial topics.
8). 28 is NOT old (yeah, right!). Its past the annus mirabilis age. But its not all over. Yet. I think. I hope. Desperately. Actually, I had this teacher in med school who told me that you should accomplish whatever you want to before you're 25. Because its downhill all the way after that. I really didn't like her very much. She was mean. And scary. The way she yelled when she was mad. And the whites of her eyes. God. I can never forget her. And she dispensed this particular piece of advice. It may have been the only thing she ever said to me in 18 months that I heard without my heart pounding, or palms sweating. Because I was 18 then. And 25 seemed oh-so-far away. She was evil incarnate. And now I'm 28. Its all coming back to me now.
9). If you jump out of a plane without a parachute, and an explosion occurs on the ground simultaneously...you will not be miraculously saved by the pressure created by the explosion that will cushion your fall, and ensure you land safely on your rear end on a soft patch of grass. No sir. You will be blown to smithereens. Saw it on MythBusters. Next time I want to jump out of a plane, I'll make sure I have a parachute. Not just jump out over Bosnia, feeling hopeful.
10). I have an unhealthy obsession with Wikipedia, chocolate, and this song.
No?
Well...me neither, really. Too much to do.
Work. Party. Work. Party. Work. Work. Work. Its been a fun couple of weeks. Running around a like a chicken with its head cut off is not conducive to blogging. Or even thinking.
But as the 5 faithful people who read this know, I'm always open to life lessons. Even when I'm dying of too-much-work-itis. And this is what I learnt in the last 3 or so weeks:
1). Never do 28 MEF preps at the same time. Eventually you end up with about 3 zillion plates of cells and a crick in your neck from sitting in the hood.
2). You can cook the most delectable food and be unable to eat it because you've spent too long cooking it and the flavor has permeated every cell in your body.
3). Want to throw a surprise party? Incarcerate the invitees in solitary chambers for a month before the event. Especially if they are women. I hate to say this of my sex....but seriously, we CANNOT keep our mouths shut to save our lives.
4). Want to watch a raunchy movie with way too much booty on display? Go watch The Bank Job. Its a sleaze fest. And the tunnel digging thing is old. OK. Apparently its a true story. But Royal Family sleaze is so 90s! We are way over them now.
5). Want to watch tasteful eye candy? Watch Hrithik do his topless sword fighting practice scene in Jodhaa Akbar. And rewatch it. Until you've run out of drool.
6). Want to NOT meet with your boss every Friday afternoon? Just pretend to be super busy and make him come and ask you when you'll be free to talk, 3 weeks in a row. The 4th week...he'll cave in and say..lets just do this on Monday. Yay!
7). Refrain from asking the Chinese people in your lab their opinion on the Tibetan conflict. If you want a peaceful working relationship, that is. When you eat lunch with them, just talk about the weather, their health, the general status of their experiments, the terrible cafeteria food and other (seemingly) non-controversial topics.
8). 28 is NOT old (yeah, right!). Its past the annus mirabilis age. But its not all over. Yet. I think. I hope. Desperately. Actually, I had this teacher in med school who told me that you should accomplish whatever you want to before you're 25. Because its downhill all the way after that. I really didn't like her very much. She was mean. And scary. The way she yelled when she was mad. And the whites of her eyes. God. I can never forget her. And she dispensed this particular piece of advice. It may have been the only thing she ever said to me in 18 months that I heard without my heart pounding, or palms sweating. Because I was 18 then. And 25 seemed oh-so-far away. She was evil incarnate. And now I'm 28. Its all coming back to me now.
9). If you jump out of a plane without a parachute, and an explosion occurs on the ground simultaneously...you will not be miraculously saved by the pressure created by the explosion that will cushion your fall, and ensure you land safely on your rear end on a soft patch of grass. No sir. You will be blown to smithereens. Saw it on MythBusters. Next time I want to jump out of a plane, I'll make sure I have a parachute. Not just jump out over Bosnia, feeling hopeful.
10). I have an unhealthy obsession with Wikipedia, chocolate, and this song.
3 comments:
Oh I did miss you!!! good yu rae back,keep them coming!!!
amma
Ha! Forget the annus mirabilis thing already. There is no precedent for it in Biology. Plus you biologists can always pray for delayed inspiration to your patron saint of late-bloomers, St Francis (who started doing biology at the age of 31!).
For us poor people in the unforgiving fields of physics, math, and...yes, CS, where there are precedents aplenty and no patron saints; once we hit of age of 28, we are doomed to be afflicted with chronic hypo-productivosis. Doooomed, I say!
I also listened to the Sona Mahapatra song and figured out that it is the Hindustani raag Kalyan. For eg, compare it with Beeti na bitaye raina, which is also Kalyan, and you will see what I mean. Imagine that....I recognized a hindustani raag!! Just made my day :-D
Plus now you know what I do in the mornings ;-)
MM: Hugs
Ananth: I saw a Barbara Walters special on how to live till 150 last night. All the centenarians looked very happy. :) Plus, since I work on senescence anyway, I have decided to shed my pessimistic ageist view. BTW, you cannot give me a new example of annus mirabilis everytime, and expect me to forget it. Its just not fair.
Thank you for clarifying your morning activities:). This picture is way better than the earlier one! I know nothing about ragas. So, I bow to your superior knowledge. I will say that Abhi nahi aana is the only Sona Mohapatra song I really like. The rest are just OK.
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