Meme and other notes
Jul. 28th, 2005 04:22 pmSherman Fairchild, on the Feast of St. Samson
I suppose I should be redesigning primers while the gel is running, but I'm rather sick of Primer3 at the moment. So! That meme that
ladydaera tagged me for:
The original version of the meme asks what ten fictional characters would I have sex with. Since I tend to overthink these things and since I'm pretty sure I've done a meme like this one before, I decided to change it to something easier. (Also, I can't come up with ten.) My new version: list ten books/movies that you would like to have sex with if they were people not media.
Without sense or order:
You might be asking how one can want to have sex with a book or a movie. Uh, if you're really weird like me? ^_^ No, but seriously, a book or movie as a whole has a certain personality that extends beyond a single character. (Also, I don't think I would want to sleep with any of the characters in the above works.) Most of the list is of course based on my subjective experience of reading the book/watching the movie in the first place.
Clearly, I parse sex/love/romance in strange, strange algorithms. (What else is new?) Also clearly, I've read too much fanfiction, good and bad.
Random thought of the day: I was admiring the beautiful ruby color of ethidium bromide earlier this morning and thinking how appropriate that the chemical looks as poisonous as it actually is (EtBr being a potent carcinogen), when it occurred to me that most of the colorful chemicals I work with are unstable/dangerous. Cy3 and Cy5, for example, being luminescent highlighter shades of hot pink and cyan blue, and prone to degrading in presence of light, ozone, time, anything. The very idea of color is volatile and violent: the splitting of light, the aesthetic association with emotion and formlessness. And on and on and on. Someone ought to put a common sense clamp on my mind.
I don't know whether I ought to worry that my mood for the day depends on such trivialities as whether a conversation went well or whether the conversation occurred at all.
Yours &c.
Post-script: Apparently I'll have the lab all to myself tomorrow. ::evil laughter:: Of course, I'll also be busy with DNA preps again. I wonder if I ought to come in obscenely early so I can leave in time for kendo...
I suppose I should be redesigning primers while the gel is running, but I'm rather sick of Primer3 at the moment. So! That meme that
The original version of the meme asks what ten fictional characters would I have sex with. Since I tend to overthink these things and since I'm pretty sure I've done a meme like this one before, I decided to change it to something easier. (Also, I can't come up with ten.) My new version: list ten books/movies that you would like to have sex with if they were people not media.
Without sense or order:
- My Name is Asher Lev, writ. Chaim Potok -- probably psychologically disturbed but intense
- Possession, writ. A.S. Byatt -- bittersweet, slow, and nostalgic
- Hero, dir. Zhang Yimou -- poetic and vaguely ritualistic, inevitably heartbreaking
- Narcissus and Goldmund, writ. Hermann Hesse -- feverish, exuberant
- The Count of Monte Cristo, writ. Alexandre Dumas -- lavish, decadent, almost pagan
- Chunhyang, dir. Im Kwon-taek -- playful first-time but also a bit obsessive
- Neverwhere, writ. Neil Gaiman -- surreal but hyperreal and topsy-turvy
- One Hundred Years of Solitude, writ. Gabriel Garcia Marquez -- like a long deep dream, at times a nightmare in retrospect, but mindblowing all the same
- Swordspoint, writ. Ellen Kushner -- fading but cherished memory of first loves
- Sabrina, dir. Billy Wilder -- languorous, but still sappily sweet
You might be asking how one can want to have sex with a book or a movie. Uh, if you're really weird like me? ^_^ No, but seriously, a book or movie as a whole has a certain personality that extends beyond a single character. (Also, I don't think I would want to sleep with any of the characters in the above works.) Most of the list is of course based on my subjective experience of reading the book/watching the movie in the first place.
Clearly, I parse sex/love/romance in strange, strange algorithms. (What else is new?) Also clearly, I've read too much fanfiction, good and bad.
Random thought of the day: I was admiring the beautiful ruby color of ethidium bromide earlier this morning and thinking how appropriate that the chemical looks as poisonous as it actually is (EtBr being a potent carcinogen), when it occurred to me that most of the colorful chemicals I work with are unstable/dangerous. Cy3 and Cy5, for example, being luminescent highlighter shades of hot pink and cyan blue, and prone to degrading in presence of light, ozone, time, anything. The very idea of color is volatile and violent: the splitting of light, the aesthetic association with emotion and formlessness. And on and on and on. Someone ought to put a common sense clamp on my mind.
I don't know whether I ought to worry that my mood for the day depends on such trivialities as whether a conversation went well or whether the conversation occurred at all.
Yours &c.
Post-script: Apparently I'll have the lab all to myself tomorrow. ::evil laughter:: Of course, I'll also be busy with DNA preps again. I wonder if I ought to come in obscenely early so I can leave in time for kendo...
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Date: 2005-07-28 10:37 pm (UTC)hahahaha, only you, my friend. and what a revealing sentence ;) i love it,haha
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Date: 2005-07-29 12:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-29 06:58 am (UTC)And Hana, don't worry about the conversation thing...trust me, I was like that from February through June...if you look at any of my posts from that time where my mood is "disappointed" or "sad" or something of the like, I can guarantee the lack of a conversation with a particular person was the reason *hugs*
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Date: 2005-07-29 12:39 pm (UTC)