Spring Semester 2010:
* Teaching: Fundamentals of Microbiology - MW 12:00-2:40p
Medical Microbiology - TR 2:00-3:15p
Colloquium in Cell and Molecular Biology - R 3:30-4:30p
Thesis Research - Identification of T Cell Subsets and Immune Response in Colon Cancer Using Immunofluorescence - FOREVER AND EVER
Old Journal Entries
Or rather, entries from the old journal, as it were...
- An open letter to the College. (August 27, 2006)
- Untitled. (July 16, 2006)
- Haunted (Part One) (May 29, 2006)
- Are we growing up, or just going down? (May 3, 2006)
- I had a dream... (March 19, 2006)
- ... (March 14, 2006)
- Enjoy it while it lasts. (September 12, 2005)
- Scene: 3:27 AM. (September 3, 2005)
- Untitled. (July 26, 2005)
Psst... if you're looking for the academic writings I used to have here, head to my Reading Room.
- The Rage in Placid Lake (2003)
- Son of Rambow (2007)
- 大紅燈籠高高掛 / Dà Hóng Dēnglóng Gāogāo Guà [Raise the Red Lantern] (1991)
- Au revoir, les enfants (1987)
- Chalk (2006)
- Le Samouraï (1967)
- Empire Records (1995)
- The Bank Job (2008)
- Le Quatre cents coups [The 400 Blows] (1959)
- Love and Other Disasters (2006)
- Friends and Family (2001)
- Sugar [unrated] (2004)
- The Curiosity of Chance (2006)
- Blade Runner: The Final Cut (1982)
- Wristcutters: A Love Story (2006)
- Death Note [anime] (2006)
- Battle Royale (2000)
- Le scaphandre et le papillon [The Diving Bell and the Butterfly] (2007)
- Extras, Series 2 (2005)
- Extras, Series 1 (2005)
- Shelter (2007)
- Metropolis (1927)
- Cashback (2006)
- Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay [Unrated] (2008)
- The Catherine Tate Show, Series 2 (2005)
- The Catherine Tate Show, Series 1 (2004)
- Tokyo monogatari [Tokyo Story] (1953)
- Akira (1988)
- Habuah [The Bubble] (2006)
- Prime Suspect 4, including:
- The Lost Child (1995)
- Inner Circles (1995)
- Scent of Darkness (1995)
- Like Minds [USA: Murderous Intent] (2006)
- La Strada (1954)
- Black Orpheus (1959)
- Le Notti di Cabiria [Nights of Cabiria] (1957)
- Cleo de cinq a sept [Cleo from 5 to 7] (1962)
- Det Sjunde Inseglet [The Seventh Seal] (1957)
- Prime Suspect 3 (1994)
- Funny Face (1957)
- Lalechet Al Ha'mayim [Walk on Water] (2004)
- Charade (1963)
- Yossi & Jagger (2002)
- Mists of Avalon (2001)
- Blow Up (1966)
The *New* Reading List
Since June 2006...
- The Dead Emcee Scrolls by Saul Williams [61.3%]
- Junk Science: An Overdue Indictment of Government, Industry, and Faith Groups that Twist Science for Their Own Gain by Dan Agin, Ph.D. [64.4%]
- 1984 by George Orwell [18.8%]
Sunday, August 12, 2007 @ 4:37 pm
I don't want to move.
I just... want to stay in one position frozen in time and space.
Is that so much to ask for?
Cleanliness is godliness, and God is empty, just like me.
Saturday, August 11, 2007 @ 6:23 pm
So sometimes I get a little... "carried away" (that's how we'll put it) when I get in one of my moods about cleaning. My parents went grocery shopping today and as usual we struggled to find places to put all the new food. So I guess it started out as just a little tidying up--shifting some things in the fridge so the food could all fit. But it all soon spiraled out of control.
Like that meth chick in the public service commercial from a few years back, I flew into a cleaning frenzy. Before I knew it, half the real estate in the refrigerator was put back on the market as I evicted the more elderly of the group from their previous homes. The same happened with the freezer--this was my eminent domain.
When I was finished with the refrigerator, I rushed over to the cabinets and made a clean sweep. I exorcised the demons living inside the pantry that allowed Indian meal moths to thrive and reproduce faster than the welfare queens on Maury. I emptied containers left and right and sent them off for decontamination in the sink. I removed the no-slide shelf lining to reveal more places where the moths laid their eggs, where the larvae wriggled like new paraplegics on the battlefield, desperate to escape the onslaught of my hands, possessed with the desire to clean. Because no longer would I allow my snack foods to be ruined by their presence! No longer would I sit back while my flour was violated by their voracious appetites! No longer would I stand for such kitchen anarchy! No--this was the beginning of a new age: the Age of Aquarius--the water-bearer--and of Triclosanius--the bearer of antibacterial soap. And just as God drove man out of the Garden of Eden, so it must be here, in my kitchen, for the sins that have transgressed here are enough to make even deities weep over spilled, spoiled milk.
Thursday, August 9, 2007 @ 8:25 pm
Just because you own a German car does NOT give you the right to drive like Hitler on an autobahn full of Jews.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007 @ 7:32 pm
Not very aptly named, if you ask me...
So last night I got out of work even later (9:30 pm), but at least today, I got out on time. Amazing.
What am I going to do with all this free time in the evening you may ask? No, I am not going to watch reruns of ANTM. Rather, I'm going to Starbucks and studying for It-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Let the wonder-elixir work its magic and let my brain become porous like a sponge which absorbs knowledge. Except, not literally. Because that would mean I am probably suffering from Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease...
Yesterday and today.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007 @ 8:19 am
Since yesterday wasn't the most spectacular of days, and since I spent two extra hours at work last night (honestly, I was the only other person along with my PI in that entire asbestos-ridden building at NASA), I won't be going into work until 11:30.
Sure, there's work to do, but the terms of the internship state that I cannot work more than 40 hours a week, the time has to be made up somehow. What better day than today?
I'm going to treat myself to a leisurely breakfast and take a trip to the bookstore. Fuck work.
In other news, there was a M-sighting online. I didn't know what to do, so instead of trying to reconnect with people (the reason I opened up AIM in the first place), I immediately stuck an away message up and totally emoed it out.
Why do I still feel like that? I mean, it's fucking lame to begin with, but typing it out makes me feel so much LAMER... God, what am I--14?
Whatever. Breakfast time.
So I just got back from working 10 hours in the lab...
Monday, August 6, 2007 @ 8:43 pm
...and when I got home, I hit a car parked in front of my house while trying to parallel park.
I left my contact info, but the truth is, I don't really fucking care.
That girl's a fucking slut-whore-druggie-bitch anyway. Who really shouldn't be parking in front of my house.
Boo motherfucking hoo.
Are you a US postal worker, or just stupid?
Sunday, August 5, 2007 @ 2:15 am
So a few days ago, I stopped by the post office on base while I was at work to send something muy importante to Zanzibar via flat-rate Priority Mail so that it would get to her quickly and, perhaps more importantly since time was not necessarily of the essence, rather cheaply. The next day, in the mail, I happened to receive a package. All feelings of would-be happiness to receive a package in the mail were quickly dispatched when I found that the package was from no one other than myself. On the address label, across the careful lettering I had skillfully scripted was the following notice on a bright green sticker:
Important Customer Information
Alright. Not so bad, right? I mean, I appreciate the importance of certain security measures in this day and age. I suppose if I allow myself to get frisked at an airport by a very unattractive middle-aged Homeland Security officer, I most certainly can accept the fact that I must bring in any domestic mail weighing
I kinda already did that. And yet the mail got returned to me with a helpful suggestion that I do exactly what I already did previously in order to have the package sent.
It's this sort of ineptitude that makes me wonder why more customers--as opposed to workers--don't go postal.
Argh. So I guess it's back to the Post Office to send it off AGAIN. Dammit, I want my 30 minutes of free time back.
This is a short entry.
Monday, July 30, 2007 @ 8:52 pm
An entry which more people will read than the monster directly below it.
I admit it. I do it too. We're all so goddamned impatient these days.