Me and the clock

Or maybe the clock and I. Many humming machines and a ticking clock are keeping me company tonight, and I think I will run home soon for the company of a book. I'm reading "A Brief History of Time" by Stephen Hawking. Alas I am a compilation of quarks, and ultimately a being composed of energy. The FORCE, wah-ah-ah-ahhhh. I'm on the chapter about black holes, and I really want to throw things into them and see what happens. I'd like to throw these maggots into a black hole. My FM-staining was pathetic this weekend, I am defeated by the straight scissors. They can also go to the black hole.

Last Thursday I had an American identity crisis. I went to the store and bought corndogs, Pringle-chips, ketchup, chocolate-chip cookies and more Pepsi with the stormtrooper toy. It was a great dinner, and I can now return to rice and salt for a while. Next time I come to Japan I will bring my own Pringle-chips -- they are 315 yen per can here.

I went to Japanese church again today and had fun singing Japanese songs. I doubt those nearby enjoyed it as much as I did. Last week I borrowed a hymnal and translated a couple of songs into romanji, and that was just enough to make me dangerous. I now attempt to read and sing hiragana under cover of my translator who sings good and loud, hehe. Today's message: death is not the end. I suppose we'll all find out sooner or later if that's true, and either a bunch of us will be surprised or noone will because death is the end. It is a bummer to encounter untestable hypotheses, because we are then relegated to argue about the truth of historical events which seems to torture the typical scientific mind. It seems like an important enough truth to ponder, right fish? My fish always agree with me.

We're all going to Yokohama tomorrow. I will seek out Timothy Ryan. My own brain is most tortured by his use of Hill equations to claim actin has a definite role in endocytosis, but does not affect the cooperativiy of clathrin assembly. Kinetics has haunted me from the beginning of science, and it is a well known truth that one cannot truly believe in what they do not truly understand. Maybe if I meet him I can believe without understanding.

YAWN, it is bedtime. This clock is really getting on my nerves, I had better leave.