Monthly Archive for August, 2005

running around in circles

deja vu

Last wednesday, I went around to different labs looking for a specialized nylon mesh to separate blots in a single hyb tube during hybridization.

Everyone I talked to nodded their head..

“oh yeah! the mesh! looks like…mosquito netting!”

“yeah! so…do you have any?”

“oh…nope! don’t think so”

this happened several times. Eventually I gave up and tried another tactic for my hybridization.

Today I drove all the way out to bum fuck lilburn to an upholstry and fabric warehouse, looking for supplies for my chair project. I needed to replace the mesh (mesh! again!) that separates the springs from the padding of the seat. Surely they would have it. I even took the old piece with me, as a reference.

The sales guy I talked to nodded his head…

“Oh, sure! mesh! nooo…we don’t carry that. what you CAN use is a really heavy duty stiff burlap. That’s what they use nowadays.”

“sooo…you have that here?”

“nooo…we dont’ sell that any more. you can walk down the sidewalk to the furniture reupholstering shop. he might sell you some.”

well, I’ll spare you the details…that guy didn’t have anything either.

So off to a regular fabric store to buy some regular old burlap. I decided to just get some cardboard and wrap the burlap around it a few times to use as the divider. Then Aimee calls. She suggests instead of cardboard, I use [some material i can't remember the name of, but is used to make the brims of baseball hats]. They should definately have it there, just ask…it should be by the [other stuff I can't remember].

So I ask the clerk for [baseball hat material].

“oh..yeah…someone came in asking for that just last night!”

“do you have it?”

“ummm…let me check in the back………

……no”

so I just bought the burlap and some padding. There are forces conspiring against me reupholstering this chair.

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Special Plea from Kev

Kev wants me to send a request out to blogland for recipes for injectable marinades that are low in fat.

I maintain that any marinade can be injectable, as long as it’s not chunky. But there you go. So if any of you hard core grillers have a super secret recipes for injecting your chicken, send it to me and I’ll post it on the internets.

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Picture pages, Picture pages!

knit poncho
the poncho I finished last week. Not the greatest lighting…but you can see the rich dark colors…and there’s a metalic thread woven through the mohair/acrylic blend.
balcony visitor
I was out harvesting some rosemary when I saw that I had a visitor. I hope she stays a long time and eats all the nasty little buggies that eat my plants!

Friday night conversation

Julie and I have the strangest conversations….

ESC: Kev’s playing a star wars game on his computer

ESC: he’s so cute about it

ESC: just walked into the room…

ESC: “remember that monster that luke killed in the cave?”

ESC: “the one that made the fat guy cry?”

Julie: has he got a light saber for you to play with?

ESC: “uhhhh…no”

ESC: (hehehe…that’s later)

ESC: “well that’s in the game! and I have to kill it!”

ESC: “that’s great, dear”

Julie: that’s….great.

Julie: I think.

ESC: yeah

ESC: he’s such a geek

Julie: I so only watched star wars for han solo.

ESC: mmmmm

ESC: he can play with my wookie any day

Julie: lmao

Julie: *wookie noise*

Julie: I couldn’t figure out how to spell it!

ESC: *ggggggooooow*

ESC: ?

Julie: I think there are some r’s in it.

Julie: gaaaaaooooorrrrrwwww.

ESC: got to have the *ggggggggg* sound

ESC: *gggggggggggggggaaaaaaoorrrrrrrrrrrrrrw*

Julie: yeah, that’s it.

ESC: nice

ESC: do you think we’re the first people to figure out how to IM in “wookinese?”

Julie: no, I bet you in some star wars fanfic somewhere, they have a dictionary.

ESC: losers

Julie: english to wookie.

ESC: total losers

ESC: not like us

Julie: no, we’re cool.

ESC: totally cool

Julie: they probably speak klingon too.

ESC: oh! do you read mcsweeny’s?

Julie: occasionally, when I remember it.

Julie: not lately tho.

ESC: I will lose my cool status for this…

ESC: http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2005/8/22richardsonbryan.html

[futher discussion of relationships and how boys are stooopid, ahead is SLIGHTLY edited]

Julie: fuck that.

ESC: no, I’ll fuck keving

Julie: keving?

ESC: kevin

ESC: i’m hopped up on sweet tea

Julie: dude, kevin is a gerund. he’s an action verb!

ESC : last night I did some keving!

Julie: I’ll bet you did, you dirty little bitch.

ESC: hey, a weekday keving is rare…

ESC: I takes em when I gets em

Julie: yer blog makes it sound like you are keving all the time.

ESC: yeah, I don’t know where people are getting that…

[more relationship chit chat]

ESC: something funny happened a curves the other day…

Julie: what?

ESC: there’s a nurse who works for an ob-gyn

ESC: and the doc is about to start doing some rather specialized surgeries…

ESC: VAGINAPLASTY!

Julie: oh, I’ve heard of that!

ESC: and the phone hasn’t stopped ringing for appointments!

ESC: and MOST of the women calling to make them

ESC: are OVER 60

Julie: getting it tightened or getting a fake hymen put in.

Julie: EW!

ESC: or making it “pretty”

Julie: EW EW EW!

ESC: one woman was….

ESC: 78

Julie: how do you make it pretty???

ESC: cutting back the lips, I think

ESC: ever watch any porn?

ESC: some of those girls look like tree fungus

Julie: ew. that was graphic.

[long discussion of a show I saw about a muslim woman who was raped and had her hymen repaired, and then another long discussion about how Julie needs to read Sheri S Tepper]

Julie: the cats, they have made a mess of a rather large roll of wrapping paper.

ESC: ok, I need a pee break

ESC: go clean up your mess!

Julie: I’m gonna go make my porkchop.

Julie: I’ll catch you later, tho.

ESC: i’ll be on! and knitting!

Julie: if you’re not keving.

ESC: hehehehehe

ESC: reak

another day older and deeper in debt

Once again I went to my advisor’s office with all the wonderful things I had done this week. Gotten results (well, 50% of the results) from my latest 2D gel, I’m a few hours away from confirming a strain construction, I came up with and began implementing a FASTER way of completing the rest of my strains.

What DIDN’T I do? Start on my paper. It is REALLY hard for me to switch gears so quickly, esepecially to a project I finished two years ago. So to have all this stuff going on with my latest project, and to THEN start thinking critically about the old one…my brain just sort of collapses. But I think now that I have a solid plan for the rest of my strain construction, and soon I can just go into data collection mode (which is kind of mindless, actually, the construction of the strains is the brain twisting hard part), I’ll really be able to sit down and concentrate.

So what did she say?

I’m not spending enough hours in the lab.

GAH! this happens about every other time I sit down with her.

ok, yes, this week has been bad. I haven’t been feeling 100%. But I have NEVER planned out my week by the hour. I have things I need to get done, and I stay in the lab until I finish them. Strain construction especially can play havoc on my lab hours. Some days I’m here a really long time. Some days, I only have a few hours of work to do. That’s just the way it is. But it’s really discouraging to take a bunch of positive results to her, and then instead of her being HAPPY, she just bitches that I’m not in the lab enough this week.

I suppose what I should be doing is spending those extra hours reading and writing…but that I can’t do in the lab. We do have use of an office down the hall. But there is another grad student using it to write her paper - A. A stresses the hell out of me - she’s just wound so tight, especially when she’s stressed and writing.

I’ll stop now before I get Dooced.

So what does that leave me? I could work from home…BUT THAT WOULD BE LESS HOURS IN THE LAB NOW WOULDN’T IT??? I suppose I could take my laptop to the library, hang with the med students. I dunno.

thank GOD it’s friday. i’ll have to be in the lab over the weekend, but at least I get more stuff done when no one is around!

also…just thought of something…I really kind of liked working late, the lab was pretty much empty…except for Brenda. we could talk to each other and get stuff done at the same time, and it was FUN! I MISS BRENDA!

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Brenda reads here sometimes - she’s the one who just moved to Boston. Brenda just got some REALLY GOOD NEWS! Fanstastic WONDERFUL NEWS!

(no, she’s not pregnant…at least I haven’t heard anything…)

I can’t really write the whole story out, because I haven’t been given permission, and I wouldn’t ask that of her because it’s a really painful and very private story. BUT after months of stressing out, and dealing with INCOMPETENT BUREAUCRACY, and PILES OF SHIT TO WADE THROUGH..and the BIGGEST ASSHAT HITLERESQUE WOMAN IN THE WORLD…they made it!

The people who were causing them the most problems are still trying to cling to a shred of power over the situation, but there’s NOTHING that they can do to stop it. So…CONGRATULATIONS, BRENDA AND RYAN! I knew everything would work out for the best! *BIG BONE CRUSHING BEAR HUGS!*

shocker!

I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised…

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Adventures in living together #947

We’re lying on the couch, discussing our labor day weekend plans. we’re going to alabama to visit Kev’s family.

Guess who is who!

“so we’ll both get that Monday off, right”

“yep”

“alright. we’ll leave friday night, then”

“can you get off early?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ll have to see”

“try to, because I don’t want to get there at 2 in the morning like we did last time. I was so exhausted”

“you’re a wimp”

“I’M A WIMP??? I DROVE THE WHOLE WAY! YOU WERE PASSED OUT”

“yeah, I know. I was fine.”

“gaaahhhh!!!!!”

“I don’t want to hear it, I drove most of the way to pittsburgh, most of the night”

“I TOLD you I would have drivin longer!”

“what?”

“at the gas station! I told you I would drive until west virginia, but you said (mean voice)’no. I’ll drive now’”

“I did NOT say it that way!”

“yes you did!”

“NO I DID NOT! In all your stories, you make me sound like a monster!”

“well…they’re MY stories”

“god dammit, YOU MAKE ME SOUND MEAN!”

“YOU ARE MEAN!”

Much wrestling and laughing and pouting, followed by kissing.