Updating this thing has proven a little harder than I thought. A good old list, because wit and embellishment takes time, money, and patience, none of which I currently possess. Or wit, for that matter. Wine tasting in Lavaux. Swimming in Lake Como. Going to where Anakin and Padmé got married. There was so much (More…)
She crossed her legs and gave me the look one gives when trying to seem very reasonable, complete with pursed lips, innocently raised eyebrows, and a slight shrug of the shoulders. “Of course, I don’t want to be the new one making up all the rules, you know? But I definitely don’t want to be (More…)
The only thing more boring than writing a blow-by-blow account of a weekend trip is reading one, so for everyone’s sake, I think it suffices to simply state that I went to Lucerne on Saturday. For the curious, highlights of my stay include: hiking (i.e. strolling) at the top of an Alpine peak on a (More…)
“Ambianceur,” said Martial, pointing at the bags under my eyes and chuckling slightly. I looked up from my reading, an engrossing treatise on the minutiae involved in dissecting and preserving rat brains. “Pas du tout,” I said, “not at all.” The word “ambianceur” was first explained to me at last Friday’s apéro, or afternoon cocktail. (More…)
“What is the German word for ‘Western Blot’?” I asked Valerie, the Bavarian PhD student in our lab. We were working at the same lab bench and I’d been pipetting for most of the last hour. My mouth was dry from the sheer concentration it took to stare at a little drop of liquid come (More…)