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I forgot I had you, little blog

28 Nov

So I’ve been flicking through pages of this blog and it’s a little mind-blowing to realise how much of my life is up here (albeit heavily disguised and hidden in metaphors and haiku). It made me sad to think I haven’t really documented any of this year in the same sneaky way. I guess it’s a mark of growing up, which is not strictly something I want to do.

Here is an adequately vague summary of 2012:

This is a year of acceptances and successes. I had to accept that my academic plan was going to be different to my peers, come to terms with being the odd-one-out, the only person starting honours halfway through the year.

But honours is crazy. I’ve gotten better at things rapidly. Machines that once terrified me are now my loyal and hardworking subjects.

Haha, Mr Centrifuge, you’re making that high-pitched screeching sound again, but rather than running for my life, I will simply stand beside you and glare, knowing that you’ll shut up any second and get on with the job at hand!

When I say these sorts of things out loud, I gain the fearful respect of the centrifuge, but my coworkers think I’m odd.

I’ve had successes with grades, work, haircuts, and crystallography.


I’ve learned more this year than I expected to, in about as many areas as one could prod with a stick.*

I want to use this blog more, I want to have opinions (something I’m scared of because usually I don’t have enough evidence to back up my opinions, so it all just feels weak), and I want to write about science and cool things that are happening, and blogs and comics that I like on the internet, and awesome music like this:

I miss being vague on the internet.

Perhaps expect more from me, dear readers, as I can feel the procrastination creeping up on me.

Love your mothers.

*Do not prod sensitive areas with sticks.



20 Nov

This is a band called fun. and I quite like this song, so I’ll be interested to see what the upcoming album is like.

And me oh my, this guy’s accent. You know you’ve found an excellent feel-good band when the lead singer rolls the ‘r’ in ‘thrills’. The View did that song about wearing jeans a lot, which was my subconscious theme song this semester.

Love to your mothers.

Bioinformatics Notes: The Second Installment

31 Oct

Also, the second half of the conversations were in someone else’s book. I’m not just a crazy person writing notes to themselves. I’m occasionally much more than that.


I know I’m arriving really late to the Neon Indian party, but gosh darn am I loving this song.




Haven’t washed since

21 Oct

This came up on shuffle this evening and it basically sums up how I’m feeling today/about summer approaching/in general:


Also, it made me remember the last time I saw Cat Empire live, and how good it was, and how they’re easily one of my favourite live acts, and how I shook Felix’s hand and then nearly passed out.


Organophosphate breakdown

15 Oct

Procrasti-posting is about to kick into gear for the semester. This one is semi-relevant to what I’m supposed to be doing right now though.

Google image search for ‘mechanism for breakdown of organophosphates by esterase 3’ yields this fantastic shot:

I like to imagine that these are biochemists who like to LARP in their free time, and that they’ve named themselves The Esterase Three. They roam about of a weekend, and slay any esters of phosphoric acid that dare cross them.

Might make myself some more procrasti-coffee. Or learn this riff, because it has been wedged firmly in my head for about 48 hours now:

Love to your mothers.

Song 2

1 Oct

Like you’re unlikely to have ever heard it. It’s pretty.


“That’s a fat plane”, observes guitarist Graham Coxon, slowly. “You’ve got the sun on one side,” says Damon. “It’s like the moon.” “Let’s all cut out little silver fish shapes out of silver foil,” suggests Graham, “so we have something to play with.”

Damon is still watching the plane, entranced. “That’s the sea and we’re the sky.”
This reminds Graham of something: an episode of Daffy Duck where Daffy turns the picture upside down so that the water becomes the sky and the sky water. Graham remembers it well, and painstakingly recounts all the cartoon japes which follow from this inversion. We listen with the indecently keen interest of the sozzled.

“It’s Gide, man,” mutters Alex James, bass player. “When fishes die they float up to the surface. It’s their way of falling.” (He is paraphrasing a famous remark by French novelist Andre Gide in his journals.)

“Going to heaven,” mutters Graham sweetly. It is the calm before the storm. There ensues a fierce arguement about whether fish really do float to the surface when they die. Right now, on this particular peice of rooftop, it really matters. Alex and I firmly believe that they do. Damon and Dave, the two years sober drummer – dispute this. “The sea would be fucking covered in fish,” argues Dave. Damon tries to insist that Dave’s opinion should carry most weight , as he is not drunk. Graham is more concerned with stirring the debate. “Most fishes,” he ingeniously lies, “when they think they’re going to die, get themselves wedged in a fucking rock and stay there.”
“Fish fall up,” mutters Alex
“They don’t fall up!” explodes Damon. “I have no respect for Gide.”
“Bodies float,” argues Alex.
“They do not float,” roars Damon. “That’s bollocks! Do you want me to ring 999 and ask ‘do bodies float?’ That is crap.”
“This is Gide’s beautiful thought,” says Alex quietly, “and you’re calling me a c**t.”
“You are a c**t,” says Damon.
“Don’t call each other c**ts,” Graham beseeches them. “All I did was try and explain a brilliant Daffy Duck cartoon.”
Personally I think these are reasons to like Blur.

— Blur interview. The Face, 1995

She Said

24 Sep

1. Be British
2. Yell tunefully into a microphone
3. ????
4. Profit

The recipe for a band I will love passionately. Shame about being 15 years too late. Again. Must stop doing this.


1:52 is (to be read in Ron Weasley’s voice) bloody brilliant.

The Woods

18 Sep

So, this play thing happened, where I somehow found myself tangled up in a story about a perpetually-titillated Red Riding Hood figure exploring a forest with a pot-plant for a side-kick, meeting some twisted woodland folk, and then melting into a tree while people in the foreground got naked and smeared paint on each other, with ‘Teddy Bear’s Picnic’ playing on a child-sized glockenspiel.

It was received quite well.

I finished a handful of books from my holiday reading list, including Shades of Grey by my personal idol, Jasper Fforde, and Looking For Alaska by my other personal idol, John Green. I’ve almost finished The Great Gatsby and I think I’ll read Good Omens next, which looks intriguing and has two fantastic names on the cover, (Terry Pratchet and Neil Gaiman) so I imagine it’ll change my world.

Reading. It’s so foreign. Science students aren’t supposed to read. I hadn’t read anything (fictional) since highschool, until this recent reignition of my love of the written word. There’s probably some shallow motivating force in here somewhere, (she said, gesturing vaguely towards her brain), but it seems to be encouraging self-improvement, so it can’t all be bad (she said, hopefully).

This makes me laugh:



This excites me in more ways than I really should admit:


And this makes me happy that music exists:

Upbeat Thursday

8 Sep

Thursday is to my writing as Friday is to John Green’s.

Here are some really nice, upbeat songs. I seem to finding happy music without even trying these days.



Upbeat Thursday! Now to prepare for Cross-Dressing Friday.



4 Sep


I think I’ll go back to normal at exactly this time tomorrow, when the 3012 exam ends. I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve been acting odd for far too long.