accepted!

i'm officially author of the riveting 'Smad1 Smad5 ovarian conditional knockout mice develop a disease profile similar to the juvenile form of human granulosa cell tumors'. thus proving a PhD is a waste of time. (for me, anyway.) and i only really care because it should help my resume for the job i want.

it's funny to me that i'm now searchable on pubmed, something that was the bane of my existence during those long nights in seeley mudd, looking up papers for neurobio.

shipping up

i am incredibly spoiled. next week i'll be back in the bay state for the second time this year; unheard of. but this will be special because a. i'll be playing tour guide again and b. i will see miss andrea, light of my life, for the first time in TWO YEARS.

i can already tell that i'm reaching a level of excitement that borders on annoying for my traveling companion. "we'll get maple syrup! have you had maple syrup? the real stuff? and lobster! and irish pubs! how about a duck tour? maybe tunnel bar? mmm peet's coffee!" i'm trying to rein it in.

bugs

i know i said there would be a moratorium on cockroach blog entries. but i have to break it. a line has been crossed.

this summer hasn't been so bad. roaches and i have been coexisting peacefully for months now, and by 'coexisting' i mean 'smashing them with 10 pounds of the may issue of Vogue whenever one appears'. (sorry for the noise, downstairs neighbor.) no freaking out, no tears; i had resigned myself to the situation. but that was until last night, when i saw that they've been IN MY BED.

how do i know they're hanging out there, presumably having pillow fights and snuggling up in my comforter? because there is poop left behind. POOP.

how do i know what it looks like? oh i wish i didn't. no one should know. and bugs should never be so large that they leave FECES THAT ARE RECOGNIZABLE TO THE UNTRAINED EYE. but there it was, on the sheet. and then i checked the rest of the bed. ah yes; that's not a mint on my pillow. excellent.

so if in the near future you see me with bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep while scratching myself to death, i'm not a crackhead. it's the fucking roaches.

there are times that being so far away from home is a good thing. this is not one of those times.

then again, i hope you don't

two songs of the week:

	Free Kitten - Seasick
	Found at skreemr.com

	Metric - Twilight Galaxy
	Found at skreemr.com

screw healthcare

EDIT: not three hours after i posted this michelle and i settled in to watch Hung on HBO, starring tom jane, a.k.a. Homeless Dad. and in the middle of the second episode he said "i just want my kids back"!!! inside jokes live on!!

“At what age do you tell a highway it was adopted? I think seven, because that’s about the time he starts to think: 'I don’t look like Kiwanis club.'”
- Zach Galifianakis

the 'alternative' video he made for kanye west's 'can't tell me nothing' never ever fails to make me laugh. (co-starring with the always-awesome will oldham.) i wish i had his ability to keep a straight face.

you may find yourself

david byrne seems like he would be fun to hang out with. apparently he was in houston last month to play jones hall, and then went for a bike ride in the heat, bless his heart. his blog entry on the experience is pretty interesting. actually, i just like that he uses the term 'shotgun shack' in real life.

it was inevitable

i am now the owner of a pair of cowboy boots. they are eel-skin and cowhide, and approved by buck. (he is a connoisseur of boots, as a name like buck would imply.) and to be honest, a tiny bit of their appeal is knowing i could be wearing either flotsam or jetsam from the little mermaid. because they scared the crap out of me when i was young.

this week's song on repeat is naked girl by the velvet teen. besides the fact that it is excellent to listen to while driving, i like that there's a point about 30 seconds into the vocal where you think, "huh. that's a dude."

change of address

please forward all correspondence to:
the roof
metropolitan museum of art
1000 5th avenue
new york, ny

oh, sigh. i could stay up there forever. sipping brooklyn lager.. people watching.. breathing, not drinking, the air.. the whole trip was amazing.


stayed out til 5. went to a bar in the village that is only accessible by walking through a dirty chinese restaurant to an unmarked door. wandered barneys. contemplated a pair of lanvin heels. (they were on sale.) stayed at the waldorf-astoria(!!!)

still sighing. oh i miss it.