...okay that was a long delay (class ran late, seminar ran late, lunch ran late leading into direct entry to lab, from which I have returned, with the promise that I'll get to play with cesium chloride and ethidium bromide together tomorrow).
We left off at downtown La Jolla I think, where there was an unusual amount of traffic that day going from there to the Five. Lucy and I watched Merlin, which reminds me vaguely of Dr. Who until I saw that some people from that show did work on it and then promptly stopped making the association. It's helped by the fact that Merlin is a lot easier to like than either the Doctor or Rose. Having read the legend of Arthur before there were some details that kept tripping me (I think I was expecting everything except Merlin's age to be somewhat true to the mythology) (yes it was silly, I know), the greatest of which is Morgana's identity. However, the show is sufficiently shiny / dorky / whatever to distract me. And then Lucy explained the concept of the "slash dragon" to me. Since this was shortly followed by the scene where Merlin was unconscious and calling for Arthur (ball of light very shiny) I had a "..." moment and realized that I now have a slash dragon in the brain.
Wheedled Lucy into watching Due South (and suspected that Fraser might be her type) and felt oddly triumphant when Fraser was pronounced to be "adorable". Felt sorry for Vecchio together. (Completely forgot the "She shot my hat, Ray," part. Definitely worth watching that episode again if only for that scene.)
Remembered to bring camera with self to Balboa Park this time. There was a statue of Hermes with winged feet (not sandals, feet have checked; have had Lucy re-checked) and the buildings remain awesome. Went to explore the gardens after the art museum and discovered a route that may or may not lead to nowhere. Which reminds me that on Saturday, when we encountered giant rocks on the beach, we took turns pretending to be the obligatory Kate and climbed a few. There is photographic evidence.
Sunset was lovely. I need to spend more time reading poetry.
Passaged cells on Monday, grew some colonies, and discovered one of the plate contained a piece of what may be a piece of fiber. Have concluded that will need to either be more careful while culturing cells or wear fuzzy sweaters less. Concluded that since it's winter and I need to feed/passage cells every other day, not wear sweaters is not a practical option. Will settle for being more careful about rolling up sleeves instead.
Got new papers this week. Interview with next lab's PI tomorrow. Lunch with seminar speaker was surprisingly fun and not painful.
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