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Happy New Year to everyone!
A curious incident took place on my first day at the factory in the new year. While chewing the fat with the Computation Materials Science guys (the group I was hired into, before I was shifted to the factory) one of them said "I am more Green than Democratic". My favorite politico agreed that he is more Green Party than Democratic Party, but that he caucuses with the Democrats for practical purposes.
I blithely announced that I am more of an evangelical christian than a Democrat, and my ears are still ringing from the crash of their collective jaws dropping on the floor. As one friend said, "Mark, you are the most scientific person I have ever known." That gave me entre to speak of the Social Gospel, and the historic mission of the Good News, and the corruption of American political discourse by the War Church movement. All in all, it was comfortably similar to my self-appointed mission to the Danes and reminds me of the seeds of faith I planted in the Old Country.
As a closing note, my fish tank is a wormhole between several competing presents. Back in the summer, a betta vanished without a trace: surely he leapt over the wall to freedom, but I never did find a corpse. Repopulation with swords and a catfish (and a snail) seemed to be OK until the gamma, delta, and epsilon swords went over the fence.
That took me by surprise, as the epsilon-minus sub-moron in Brave New World is one of my favorite characters in literature. "The Sun! The Sun!" he cries in delight, upon delivering the alpha-plus operatives to the top of the building, as if he had never before driven the elavator from the bureaucratic depths to the helicopter pad above. (and, I must say, I have been striving mightily to provide all of my fish with a safe and productive environment.)
Be that as it may, a greater surprise was in store. Alpha male and alpha female ruled the econiche, while catfish looked after his own hide, until I came back to Niskayuna. Small fry were everywhere, one sword was a desicated corpse on the table, one sword was belly-up in the tank, and one sword was a voracious predator of the little ones.
Huh!?! Something is happening, but I don't know what it is.
Love to you all, wishing you a happy and prosperous 2007.
A curious incident took place on my first day at the factory in the new year. While chewing the fat with the Computation Materials Science guys (the group I was hired into, before I was shifted to the factory) one of them said "I am more Green than Democratic". My favorite politico agreed that he is more Green Party than Democratic Party, but that he caucuses with the Democrats for practical purposes.
I blithely announced that I am more of an evangelical christian than a Democrat, and my ears are still ringing from the crash of their collective jaws dropping on the floor. As one friend said, "Mark, you are the most scientific person I have ever known." That gave me entre to speak of the Social Gospel, and the historic mission of the Good News, and the corruption of American political discourse by the War Church movement. All in all, it was comfortably similar to my self-appointed mission to the Danes and reminds me of the seeds of faith I planted in the Old Country.
As a closing note, my fish tank is a wormhole between several competing presents. Back in the summer, a betta vanished without a trace: surely he leapt over the wall to freedom, but I never did find a corpse. Repopulation with swords and a catfish (and a snail) seemed to be OK until the gamma, delta, and epsilon swords went over the fence.
That took me by surprise, as the epsilon-minus sub-moron in Brave New World is one of my favorite characters in literature. "The Sun! The Sun!" he cries in delight, upon delivering the alpha-plus operatives to the top of the building, as if he had never before driven the elavator from the bureaucratic depths to the helicopter pad above. (and, I must say, I have been striving mightily to provide all of my fish with a safe and productive environment.)
Be that as it may, a greater surprise was in store. Alpha male and alpha female ruled the econiche, while catfish looked after his own hide, until I came back to Niskayuna. Small fry were everywhere, one sword was a desicated corpse on the table, one sword was belly-up in the tank, and one sword was a voracious predator of the little ones.
Huh!?! Something is happening, but I don't know what it is.
Love to you all, wishing you a happy and prosperous 2007.
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