yesz.

~two neutrino particles smash into one another at a speed faster than light, ricocheting outwards into the vast universe.

listening to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ub8sCqQJUu4

I sometimes feel like the water in the stream flowing with the pebbles underneath, with the flowing sediments. then I find myself in the stagnant tributary, realizing just how much more learning I need to do.

this was a tough week, and there'll be many more to come. I'm thankful for the things I fear the most, and appreciate the most adverse circumstances. I went through call intimidated by genetics, was ridiculed by my lab PI at CHORI for knowing close to nothing about chemical assays, serial dilutions, or how to convert from grams to milligrams (DAMN F'REAL) and here I am wrestling with professor Curr and his psycho expectations. and I'm learning. I can't believe I'm writing a blog about a fcuken class. good thing I can turn the most seemingly non interesting things into stories. for me our immune system's like different infantry divisions from different nation states that were all teleported to an island by an unknown entity (normally deez nation states have hella beef because of a history of 54897438973589 yearz of war with one another) and all they know when they simultaneously arrive together on the moonlit beach shore is that they must work together and protect the island for an indefinite amount of time if they are ever to make it back to their homelands. I know the difference between transfection and transformation. I know the different blotting techniques, their steps, and their purpose. Western Blots are for protein assays, Northern are for RNA, and Southern are for DNA. word word I'm coo. I dont really care much for tha mechanizms but I do appreciate the benefits that these studies can have for the larger society.

On another note I was in a parking lot in hayward about to go meet two classmates to study for that dayum immunology midterm when I was listening to KALX and this one dj named citizen zane who's pretty illin' was interviewing this cat named Zion Train, a dub legend who was of african descent, from the uk, but living in and calling from cologne, germany, at 1 am. for some reason Ipictured him in one of those red telephone booths on a london street corner head pressed against the phone box drowsy and somehow still sputtering out bits and pieces of knowledge. he was talking about why he does music and his philosophies regarding it. He talked about how dub was a reflection of those specific times, how the machinists behind the music would crank up the drums and bass to make them the centerpiece and mess with the vocals, he talked about how music that is created is a representation of the condition of life one is living. I thought that that was beautiful. it makes me remember why music is such a centerpiece in my life and why I find myself always gravitating towards it even when I'm in life's trance, and it is in that moment I snap out of autopilot and open my eyes, I'm on my back floating on the surface tension of music, marinating my periphery, all for me to melt into.