SERIES: SCIENCE AND NATURE
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Art and stories from my experience as a scientist.
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Two weeks worth of research disappears because the temperature fluctuated plus or minus 1 Celsius over night. Another dozen cells dead; data-empty as they are lifeless. There is routine even in their death, as she executes bio-waste protocols.
In other rooms, cooling fans in the supercomputers hum along pompously, and Pockey crumbs between keyboard keys are mashed into a paste. Childless programmers giving birth to computer models. Blue screens and warning beeps, drive stakes into these parents' hearts as their children struggle to follow even the most basic command. And finally, a thousand days of research must condense into one defense presentation. The densest document known to man, which you must deliver in bite-size pieces to your audience, with enough flavor in each piece to leave them satisfied - or at least enough to prevent them from asking any questions. |
Post-its curl up when they are ready to be plucked from the computer monitor. Their tiny information highlighted by their neon background. Physical tweets on your physical walls. Over time they fall to the floor, and return to the noisy Earth, becoming information lost, and never to regrow.
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The Mayans were curious about the Mayan-themed Cancun hotel I was staying in, so they stopped by the 20-foot windows and watched me watch a football match on a 60-inch television in the lobby bar. Sweat glued me to my leather seat, while the glare from the glossy LED screen forced me to lean sometimes. The visiting Mayans, domesticated palm trees and old Mexican woman selling roses didn't seem to care about any of this!
Cancun, 2007 |
Skinny youths and fat wallets plunder my small square mile, throw cigarettes into their own vomit, and yell out in volumes disproportionate to their importance - NO THAT'S NOT A PRIVATE SCHOOL - before they leave in large, compact cars they had earlier tried to parallel-park into bike lanes.
Hoboken, 2011
Hoboken, 2011
Walked further down the street and into clothes store, Club Monaco. Bought gray pants, that were a little long but man they fit me so nicely. I still have to lose leg fat. Almost there though! Girls that worked there didn't get my jokes and probably thought I was a prick because I fake-yelled out “God, do you only let in tall skinny people into this store!?” Not much of a laugh. I thought it was hilarious though.
Wicker Park, Chicago, 2011 |