It's not logic

I think I should be posting more here, except there isn't a whole lot going on right now (books, books, computers, books, packing, books, repeat), so it hardly seems worth the effort to go and type up what I did each day since what I did each day is not much different from what I did the day before (and the day before that, and the day before that). There is a definite rhythm to life if you are a student, but I have to wonder what happens when you get, as the book GOOD OMENS had put it, "Game over, insert coin."

My guess is that you either hope that you have more tokens for this game or you move on to a different game, but I think I'm over doing the analogy now, just a little.

I'm currently trying to decide what plants to bring back to Davis, and whether or not I should bring plants with me at all now that I've taken plant physio, know about bromate poisoning, and understand why potted plants tend to die rather quickly in Davis. It doesn't seem fair to condemn a plant to what is surely a slow and torturous death. Maybe I should consider bringing just one plant and water it with DI water. Maybe I should get one of those plants that has a high metal ion tolerance, such as the ones they use to clean up the industrial areas. One thing's for sure though: all the seedlings that started dying in Davis are now flourishing in my backyard. Santa Clara, as it appears, has very good water. There is a plot in the student farm in Davis where I can, technically, grow things without the ions building up, but the plot needs a fence around it because everything that tried to grow there so far has been mowed down by the local wildlife within weeks of germination. Except the weeds, of course. The weeds will always remain in the end, cackling over the demise (there usually isn't any, since getting eaten usually takes care of things like that) of its fellow plant lives.

It suddenly makes sense why the farm coordinator guy hates Bermuda grass so much.

There was a piece of jello cake the other day which I dissected. It was the weirdest thing I've seen in a while and jiggle far more than its surroundings warranted. I didn't really want to eat it, but it had all these colored jello cubes embedded in a white gelatinous...matrix type thing, and my mom pointed out that I do eat the colored jello cubes and I pointed out that I don't eat the weird white stuff that surrounds it and so I ended up carefully trimming out all the colored cubes with a utility knife. It turned out to be an utter waste of time since all the colored cubes tasted exactly the same, that is to say, they all tasted like the white stuff. It was good knife-finger coordination practice though. And out of tune music will probably cause Nick pain.