"There is a grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one: and that whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved."
Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species
I have a lot of downtime at work so I’ve been powering through the stack of books on natural history I’ve been hoarding for 6 months. Among my favorite is Sean Carroll’s Endless Forms Most Beautiful. It’s a wonderfully articulate and relatively jargon-free approach to explaining the marriage of evolution and developmental biology. The book gets its title from above quote from Darwin’s ground-breaking 1859 The Origin of Species, and what a damned fantastic quote that is. It obviously comes highly recommended. Perhaps I’ll get more preachy in the future, but if you’re even remotely interested in biology, particularly innovation in biology, this is a great primer on where the fields of genetics, evolution, development and molecular biology are converging into “the new science of EvoDevo.” (via magpiesarenotpies)
Happy birthday to one of my biology main squeezes - Charles Darwin! Without him, I wouldn’t have such a beautiful and eloquent way of describing what I do every day.
I made my copy of Brand New’s “Deja Entendu” into a bowl!
brand new might suck but not even they deserve this
I may cry
I may fucking hate this album, but this is pretty sickening. A more deserving person could have owned this.
Someone doesn’t know how much they could’ve sold that for lol
LIKE I DON’T KNOW
This easily gets filed under one of my favorite things anyone has done on the internet/IRL.
My life is the video for Bjork’s “Triumph of a Heart.”
'Cause I'm a ~cool cat~
Dear diary, pt 5
27 October 2006
skies, bright and dreary,
pumpkin pie is gross to eat,
lazy sundays rule.
Some solid evidence just in case anyone would like to grant me the title of poet laureate.
Diary excerpt, part 4
This bit was too good to pass up.
30 October 2006
I had a strange dream that Barbara Walters wanted to interview me. And at some point during the dream, I said, “You’re the only one in my heart, Babs.”
Diary excerpt, part 3
And now, for something completely different, I present to you a Livejournal post:
08 November 2006
Upon walking into English class, I noticed I had something mysterious sticking out of my back pocket. Being the ever so clever (not really, I just really wanted to write that)youth that I am, I retrieved from my pocket whatever mysterious slip of paper was hiding. To my amazement, and the amazement of the one around me (namely she who has come to be known as Becky by others), ‘twas a ticket stub dated October 29, 2005 to see the gloriously horrific and terrible movie Saw II.
…Yeah. I have no idea where the ticket came from. I found the jeans I was wearing in my closet, neatly folded on top of my stack of clean clothing. The ticket did not appear to have been thrown into a wash. I’m so incredibly baffled. And yes, I am writing a lengthy update about this incident because clearly this is a fucking phenomenon of sorts.
Where did the ticket come from?! Have my pants been harboring this fugitive of a stub for this last year? Who did I see this movie with (if indeed the ticket stub belongs to me, your humble narrator)? All these questions and more, they must be answered!!! I will not be at peace until there are answers.
In other news, school is lame. Rumsfeld resigned, I hate Joe Lieberman and November is a crappy month.
Nermal as shit.
This is the new nermal.
This blog is killin’ it.