what goes through my head when i sigh

i would rant and rant and rant, but i think i've done too much of that internally and recently, outwardly. so i'm just going to focus on the joys of the human existence. like chocolate, or bike rides in the sun, a nice beer after a long day at work, feeling loved and appreciated by those who matter, the obama presidency, cooking meals at home with family and friends, eating vegetables planted in the backyard, summer thunderstorms, dogs, raving new tunes, timeless oldies, conversations that meander into the midsts of the early morning, intimacy, spring blooms, rays of sunlight streaming through openings in a forest canopy, cranium games, blue glacial lakes, seeing people age and grow wiser over the years, soft fleece sweaters, callouses on feet from wearing sandals too much, making people smile, stars in the sky.

now if i can concentrate on those things instead of self-importance or self-pity, i would be a happier person.

i am going to post an entry about tea scum when i finish work tonight...

tea scum is good for you!

another brain-y tale

Why Isn’t the Brain Green?

can it be?

Is it really really April? I think i'm still stuck in March.

i was listening to BBC radio 2 this afternoon, while pipetting minute amounts of precious reagents into tube, and the talk show featured a discussion about the recently publicized demand for human brains to be used in finding cures for Parkinson's and Alzheimer's diseases. unfortunately, you'll have to dispel those far flung thoughts of brain transplantation as these brains will only be used for research. the general response to the official inclusion of brains as part of the organ donating scheme was mostly, "duh, why wouldn't you use 'em." however, many people are more than somewhat disturbed by the thought of scientists remove the brains of their future deceased bodies or the corpses of their loved ones. one caller described it as a Frankensteinian scene of mad hungrily scientsts hunched over an a cut skull in gleeful and morbid fascination. i'd personally be flattered if someone wanted to poke around in my dead brain.

a humorous tale

if you were expecting to hear a humorous tale, sorry to disappoint because this is a solicitation for one, or a few, or many. i don't want a job, yet a want a job because i am an indebted graduate. i need to find something greater than myself to devote my energy and efforts to and i don't think i'll immediately find it with a desk job or graduate school--at least not at this point in my life. instead, i would like to go on a journey seeking a stories that will evoke laughter and tears. 

man: humble and sublime

so begins my random blog post of 2009. 

it's too late to document the details of my trial and travails on the big island and beyond, but to offer a summation and refkection of the past five months: people are incessantly incredible. i spend my days trying to unravel the mysteries of tropical butterflies and the invisible hand of evolution, yet the greatest mystery is the creativity of the human mind, the resilience of the human spirit, and the tenderness of the human heart. and the loveliest part is that we bleed.