Bob, angriest of flowers, has this to say about immigration. I feel likewise. Why can we not all just do the things that make sense? Why must we all be so uptight about stuff? I just want things to go smoothly, that’s all. I hate stress.
Congratulations to my friend Mark, who has successfully (assuming all goes well at the Nationals tomorrow) organized the first national high school a cappella competition, ever. Wish I could be at the show instead of fitfully sleeping in coach class over the Pacific.
Yesterday was cool. I did a technical assessment for a small liberal arts college that wants to build a rockin’ bioinformatics infrastructure and isn’t quite clear on what they need to buy or how to put it together. Talked to a bunch of faculty, IT staff, and administrators, and they were all so positive about the process. It was refreshing. Next I get to try to dream up some awesome facility and give them a plan for it. I love my job. The only thing that sucked was having to drive halfway up Maine to do it. four hours up, nine hours of interviews, four hours back, and that was my day.
Only my father can trump stories the way my dad can trump stories. I was sharing one of J’s stories that I thought was pretty brutal, and he responded: “Oh yeah, that’s just like the time I saw this guy who fell out of a tree, onto a chainsaw. That was bad.” My life will be going well if I never have to use the phrase “onto a chainsaw” to describe any part of it.
Departing for Asia tomorrow at 9:30am. Woot. Wish me luck. Back to my slides.
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