More evidence that Carl Sagan + autotune = amazingness
Frameshift!
So I'm still up studying genetics (and yeah, I know 
cowhockey is probably going to yell at me for failing at having a reasonable sleep pattern. Phhhhbt. It'll restabilize in time for the weekend, promise), and it suddenly occurred to me:
How hilarious would it be if someone bombed a genetics exam for accidentally leaving out bubbling one question... since that would essentially be a frameshift mutation. Snerk.
Okay, I'm a geek. If anyone else reads this and finds it amusing, I strongly encourage you to comment and let me know I'm not alone in being this big of an idiot.
cowhockey is probably going to yell at me for failing at having a reasonable sleep pattern. Phhhhbt. It'll restabilize in time for the weekend, promise), and it suddenly occurred to me:How hilarious would it be if someone bombed a genetics exam for accidentally leaving out bubbling one question... since that would essentially be a frameshift mutation. Snerk.
Okay, I'm a geek. If anyone else reads this and finds it amusing, I strongly encourage you to comment and let me know I'm not alone in being this big of an idiot.
This is me studying orgo
Meme-y goodness, because I'm tired.
Fromjoneko:
1. Favorite language?
Hebrew. It's pretty much the only example of a successfully revived language--really one of the only examples of language planning working at all, as far as I know, which makes it even more fascinating. Modern Hebrew has some really fabulous onomatopoeias and neologisms... ask me about the word for bottle or cell-phone some time, they're AWESOME. The quirks introduced by the death and revival are really, really interesting--the borrowings from Arabic, the reworking of words from the Torah to fit modern concepts, the arguments over different pronunciation options when the revival was first happening... but I'll shut up now.
2. What's your best-birthday-ever like?
Last year was probably my best-birthday-ever. Managing to find good, cheap, veggie-friendly kosher food was a coup of epic proportions, and hanging out eating on a rock in the park surrounded by people I love on a beautiful afternoon was really everything I've wanted in a birthday.
3. You live in a cardboard box. What was in it last?
Hopefully something large and unsmelly.
4. Seriously -- do a lot of kids know that horrible yet fantastic diarrhea song?
Yes! Okay, well, not a lot per se. There're probably about 40 people who would remember it if prompted, 10 or so who could sing it on command, and several random Israeli backpackers who likely still tell the story about the stupid Americans singing about diarrhea, constipation and hemorrhoids (clap clap clap!)
5. If you had to choose a completely different area of study, what would it be? No switching to your minor(s).
Philosophy or women's studies. Though I'm not sure philosophy qualifies as "completely different," so maybe swap that for poli-sci. Dammit, you're making me indecisive all over again!
Wanna Play?
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better! If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
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joneko:1. Favorite language?
Hebrew. It's pretty much the only example of a successfully revived language--really one of the only examples of language planning working at all, as far as I know, which makes it even more fascinating. Modern Hebrew has some really fabulous onomatopoeias and neologisms... ask me about the word for bottle or cell-phone some time, they're AWESOME. The quirks introduced by the death and revival are really, really interesting--the borrowings from Arabic, the reworking of words from the Torah to fit modern concepts, the arguments over different pronunciation options when the revival was first happening... but I'll shut up now.
2. What's your best-birthday-ever like?
Last year was probably my best-birthday-ever. Managing to find good, cheap, veggie-friendly kosher food was a coup of epic proportions, and hanging out eating on a rock in the park surrounded by people I love on a beautiful afternoon was really everything I've wanted in a birthday.
3. You live in a cardboard box. What was in it last?
Hopefully something large and unsmelly.
4. Seriously -- do a lot of kids know that horrible yet fantastic diarrhea song?
Yes! Okay, well, not a lot per se. There're probably about 40 people who would remember it if prompted, 10 or so who could sing it on command, and several random Israeli backpackers who likely still tell the story about the stupid Americans singing about diarrhea, constipation and hemorrhoids (clap clap clap!)
5. If you had to choose a completely different area of study, what would it be? No switching to your minor(s).
Philosophy or women's studies. Though I'm not sure philosophy qualifies as "completely different," so maybe swap that for poli-sci. Dammit, you're making me indecisive all over again!
Wanna Play?
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better! If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
I want figs
This is probably a really odd choice for my first public post in ages, but:
I am craving fresh figs so badly I can smell them, despite the fact that all this office smells like is dust. I keep on half expecting/hoping to find a basket of fresh-picked figs in the drawer when I open it looking for a pencil.
I want them so badly that it seems entirely reasonable to drop everything and move just so I can have a fig tree. Many people have never had fresh figs and think that they're something like the dried ones, which is completely wrong. Fresh figs taste like honey and green and earth fused together. The ones I remember being my favorite are green and purple on the outside... mostly purple, but with a soft green starbursting around the stem and peeking out underneath the purple veins. Red/pink on the inside. Easily the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
And that's really all I have to say. It's possible this is part of a more general fruit craving, since every time I think of a different fruit I think, I want that too! (apricots! strawberries! cherries! grapefruit! plums! anjou pears! raspberries! peaches! nectarines! not apples, though)
When I was in Russia, my favorite thing to do for lunch or breakfast was to buy a bag full of apricots and plums and go down to the junkyardish, broken-glass-covered "beach" and eat them by the shore. Or sit on the 17th floor balcony, spitting the pits into the bushes down below. I have an image of myself doing that in twilight, watching the lit up buildings reflect on the water, even though I know it never could have happened because twilight was never earlier than midnight or so, and I could never save anything for that long after the fruit stand closed. Memory's funny like that.
I am craving fresh figs so badly I can smell them, despite the fact that all this office smells like is dust. I keep on half expecting/hoping to find a basket of fresh-picked figs in the drawer when I open it looking for a pencil.
I want them so badly that it seems entirely reasonable to drop everything and move just so I can have a fig tree. Many people have never had fresh figs and think that they're something like the dried ones, which is completely wrong. Fresh figs taste like honey and green and earth fused together. The ones I remember being my favorite are green and purple on the outside... mostly purple, but with a soft green starbursting around the stem and peeking out underneath the purple veins. Red/pink on the inside. Easily the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
And that's really all I have to say. It's possible this is part of a more general fruit craving, since every time I think of a different fruit I think, I want that too! (apricots! strawberries! cherries! grapefruit! plums! anjou pears! raspberries! peaches! nectarines! not apples, though)
When I was in Russia, my favorite thing to do for lunch or breakfast was to buy a bag full of apricots and plums and go down to the junkyardish, broken-glass-covered "beach" and eat them by the shore. Or sit on the 17th floor balcony, spitting the pits into the bushes down below. I have an image of myself doing that in twilight, watching the lit up buildings reflect on the water, even though I know it never could have happened because twilight was never earlier than midnight or so, and I could never save anything for that long after the fruit stand closed. Memory's funny like that.