I like franchises (Regal Cinema, Panera Bread, Target, etc.) because they all look the same and hence have that familiarity that so wonderfully reflects home. Florida on the movie screen, Florida in the pastry window, Florida in the dollar shopping aisle. Home everywhere and again, see.
I finally finished collecting all 475 vials of flies this past week. Oh, the agony! I'm TA-ing Genetics lab and lecture this semester and as a part of our induction into TA-hood we were asked, nay, told to separate the male and virgin female flies into vials in preparation for next week's lab. As one would anticipate, the experience was neither fun nor enlightening. And of course, it didn't help that my sighs of frustration would detonate a cataclysmic Hiroshima atomic fly bomb. BOOM--fly explosion! But in spite of the grief and toil, I am looking forward to teaching the lab sections. Muhahaha...oh, they will be at my mercy...the flies, not the students. Hee hee...
I finished reading Gabriel García Márquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude." It was beautifully written and not surprisingly, I'm sad that it had to end. You all ought to read it and tell me what you think. I'd love to discuss it with you. And with that, if you have any book recommendations, I'd be interested to know.
Do any of you use Spotify? You can share songs and playlists here so add me (acemoliere) if you have an account! I always find it amusing when my friends here enter my car and are surprised that I make my own mix CDs. I thought this was a common occurrence, but I suppose not in Ithaca apparently or at least among my circle of friends. I typically don't listen to the radio because I have the tendency to listen to a favorite song over and over again...sometimes thousands of times. I never get tired of a favorite tune. And now off to listen to another favorite playlist: Sleep #3.
Nighty-o.
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