Utter failure to organize my thoughts

There is a square of Tanzania chocolate that Lusine brought last weekend. The booklet on the packaging recommends pairing it with jasmine tea, so I have both.



Wendy's birthday was this week. Tiffany and I along with her husband, child, and a few other friends went out to Benihana's for dinner. The food (and show) was quite good. Wendy is leaving mid-June.

There is spring-cleaning paired with two hours of class this morning. I am left vaguely wanting a nap. Supposedly there's a Lunar New Year's fair of some sort going on near 99 Ranch, but I feel too tired to investigate.

The post-doc that Dorothy and I were working with has departed for Korea for good, but the email address he's left us has so far only allowed around one in three emails to go through. The rest gets bounced back. No one knows why. He has left no other points of contact and has not yet received another email address from the next institute. The samples that we have sent in came back yesterday with conflicting signals.

Writing scientific paper is, psychologically speaking, the opposite of painting for me. I think I despise it a little, for that.

I have finished watching seasons 2 of Sherlock. The second episode is my favorite. The first one confuses me. The third seemed a bit implausible. Overall the show continues to be a favorite. I'd like to figure out how to construct a mind palace.

I have bought a kindle. It will arrive one of these days.

I still can't really comprehend Wuthering Heights. 

 Lusine's introduced me to Battlestar Galactica though, and I'm sold, after watching the first two episodes. It's the kind of dark and gritty sci-fi that I like and also has cool female characters.

The Adviser's tried to illustrate the thought processes of choice-making in experimental design using Clint Eastwood and the specifics involved in chromatin immunoprecipitation using some sort of movie about American football. Both analogies, needless to say, missed me by about five thousand feed.

I removed a conflicker virus from a lab computer, found out that a labmate's computer has been infected by it via USB stick, figured out that issue with the aid of Wendy (it was a Mac and she uses Mac), and am plotting to use malaria-mosquito-human infection cycle as an analogy as a new way to explain to the Advisor why eliminating internet access from shared lab computers will not, in fact, prevent viral infection. It will only prevent installation of working anti-virus and complicate viral removal.

Did you know Pocky can fuse? I found out yesterday. All the biscuit sticks fused together into a massive raft of a snack. Labmate was immensely amused by my attempts to nibble off of it. I got pink frosting all over my jeans.