you are pulled from the wreckage / of your silent reverie

Well, crap. or as Stephen King might put it, "shit on a stick!"

Let's see. If I round numbers a little, we're talking 6 months since I last posted. Meh. I can do better.

A brief snapshot before the story continues on us and I forget, for there have been a few things that have reminded me to shut up and post.

In completely brief and completely random neuron firings:

I made it past the anniversary of my mother's death.

I have camped in Joshua Tree, Big Sur, and Lake Skinner.

Jen's friend from frickin' summer camp 18 years ago, Beth Holmes, died. I hope that Jen saved her excellent web eulogy somewhere, too.

I'm still in grad school. This is neat. I have chosen a laboratory, but that remains a subject I'll hold close a bit longer, lest I mix work and fun too much. It's an interesting model organism, anyway.

Whoa.