The Thing About Pandas
I've been undertaking a slight rest and respite from the rigors of responsible life. I no longer work at Harvard, and though I'd like to work with for my old boss again, I won't be looking for any other work anywhere else any time soon. Instead I'm going to rest and ponder. So I made this:
Answering questions now:
What were you doing at Harvard all those years?
Technical jiggery-pokery in a field that has something to do with genetics.
Are you crazy to not try to secure work during a recession?
Good question, I've wondered that myself and have decided that this is not a
psychotic episode but a cleansing moment of clarity (my italics) .. (Yes, obviously those they were my italics. I just wanted to use the phrase 'my italics' because I want you to take this seriously and when people write something serious they often use italics and then say something like my italics afterward. Look I'm sorry I even mentioned it now).
Now it would probably be best if you go away and think about all I have said because locked inside these blog entries is the key to a very rich and dutifully-pursued understanding of a universe that has assured me, on several occasions actually, that it only wants to be understood.
