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[Jan. 26th, 2005|02:24 pm] |
yesterday at work around 4pm i got a stomach ache. it progressed very rapidly. by 6pm i was in so much pain i couldn't stand or walk. i forced myself to throw up in the bathroom at work then frantically rode my bike home (throwing up on the way). i had chills, muscle spasms, crippling pain, vertigo, and repetitive vomiting (about every 20 minutes). immediately after throwing up i felt better each time. but then i would feel cold, start to shake again, my muscles would clinch up, i would double over in pain, sweat, and eventually throw up again. something odd happened at 11pm. i threw up the 2 pints of water that i had drank, went and layed down and felt fine. i have been asymptomatic since. i'm glad krissi was there to help me through it. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2005|09:03 pm] |
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| | crawling up the damn walls | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Violent Femmes - Add it up | ] |
ok over working myself isn't going ot cut it. i need a hobby like building sailboats inside bottles or some shit like that. i employeed an old tactic of mine to distract me from when i was ASU. i sat down today and scripted otu about 3 months worth of work and planned on doing it in about 3 weeks (maybe a little less). its 9pm on monday and i'm still at work and i'll be here most of the night. i'll go eat dinner in about 40 minutes or so, that's something to look forward to. try not ot think about it. think of something else.
Why can’t I get just one kiss
Why can’t I get just one kiss
Believe me there’d be somethings that I wouldn’t miss
But I look at your pants and I need I need a kiss |
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| playing catch up and random comments |
[Jan. 24th, 2005|12:06 pm] |
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i managed to fall behind in my reading a little for my metabolism class. so i decided that i would catch up today since i'll just be sitting in my office all day (until seminar) waiting for my cells to grow. i sat down with the sylabus to the course and looked at the reading assignments i had missed (basically everything from last week) and it was over 150 pages. holy shit! so i guess i know how i'm spending my evening as well.
waiting for structural biochem to start today i got into a conversation about taxes with shannon (another micro grad student)
shannon: actually my mother does my taxes so i never have to do them.
matt: is she an accountant?
shannon: she used to be a bookkeeper.
matt: bookkeeper is the only word in the english language that has two letter repeated in it three times in a row. oo kk ee. well bookkeeper and variations of it like bookkeeping.
shannon: i wonder if you realize how random half hte stuff you say is.
matt: i try not to listen when i talk, its too hard to follow and usually not worth the energy. |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2005|09:28 pm] |
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i seriously could use a hug right about now. since there's no one around i think ill just go get drunk. |
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[Jan. 21st, 2005|01:16 pm] |
a miracle occured yesterday around 5:20PM and i ended up having a great day. in addition, today started out great too. i showed up to metabolism at 8:35 on the dot.
prof: "Good morning matt. almost on time today."
matt: "What time is it?"
prof: "8:35"
matt: "8:35 on the DOT!"
prof: "class started at 8:30"
matt: "on the dot!" |
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[Jan. 20th, 2005|03:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | angry and motherfucking hot | ] |
i'm having a very bad day at work.
i got here and its 90 degrees in my lab. when i inquired further why its 20 degrees hotter in here than any other room i got, "The thermostat is broken" nice job idiots, who the fuck is fixing it.
in a rush, i dropped a bottle that had 350ml of a chemical in it and it shattered on my benchtop. surprizingly, me yelling "NOO!" at the top of my lungs milliseconds before it hit the countertop didn't stop it from shattering, nor did the foul string of obscenities that i shouted after it broke reassemble the bottle and place the chemical back inside. i needed that chemical SO much and it took SO long to make (15 hours) that i took a pipette and drew some up from the puddle along with broken flecks of glass. of course i cut myself cleaning it up, that goes without saying.
i decided that today was a wash and that i would set up my PCR reactions, go home, eat lunch, come back and run a gel on the PCR. i set up the reactions turn on the machine, it heats up to 95 degrees celcius, i add my tubes, go home, eat lunch, come back, the machine is paused. awesome! i left my reactions at 95 degrees for an hour...and now i'll have to stay late to run the gel...on these reactions that aren't going to work at all now cause they were overheated.
fuck me. i either need a hug or i need to go to the gym to work out all my frustration. today i'm suppose to lift my back, that's a long hard workout, that should make me feel better. |
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| i'm tired and hungry |
[Jan. 19th, 2005|05:21 pm] |
cause i didn't sleep last night and i haven't eaten today. i'm gonig to take care of both problems very soon, once the traffic on museum road disappears.
this is going ot be another rant that makes me seem a little less sane, but trust me this works.
there is an interesting consequence when you look at boundary equations, like Maxwell, that really define, as good as mathematics can the nature of the universe. in any of the equations if you substitute in -t for t (t being time) the equation simplifies to the same solution. the greater implication to this is, at that scale, time has no directionality, forward is the same as backward.
this is the trick. to slow the passage of time, i think about Maxwell's equations with -t in place of t and try to solve them again. doing this causes time to move backwards for a couple of million Planck's time (3.3 x 10^-44 sec) before it starts moving forward again. i've rolled milliseconds into seconds and seconds into minutes doing this. bullshit? it works. its difficult to do, hard to concentrate on, but when you are in this simple, perfect, quiet corner of time, its worth trying to stay there as long as possible. |
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| a whale of an ale for the pale stale male.............. |
[Jan. 17th, 2005|09:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | eric clapton - bell bottom blues | ] |
i'm cold...its cold out. i just walked back to my building from the gym...i'm very very cold. this is the week that i'm changing my workout, tonight i worked on shoulders which is probably my favorite secondary muscle group to work out cause the workout is short and i can do a lot of it and i have good definition in my shoulders right now.
i am going ot start homebrewing my own beer soon so i would like to start a naming contest for my American Pale Ale (i have nearly all the equipment and ingredients i need now). I need a good name and a cool logo. think about it and submit your suggestions and designs to me via LJ. the winner will receive a prize yet to be determined but i assure you it'll be good. |
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| MY LJ IS BACK!!!!! |
[Jan. 16th, 2005|04:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bobby Darin - Somewhere Beyond the Sea | ] |
What an eventful weekend....Happy MLK Day! I'm very glad my LJ is up and running again. I was pathetically lost without it.
I have taken a picture of my NEW dining room table and chairs. I also had an excuse to use previously mentioned dining room table with a candle lit Mexican meal made for myself and the prettiest newspaper editor i know. (she'll tell me all the typos in this post latre)
Since I spent a lot of time and thought on the dinner, i'll share with the internet the specifics of it. First course was Seviche de Camaron con Nopales. Shrimp with diced tomatos, red onion, jalapeno, and cilantro. Seasoned with lime juice and vinegar. Second course was Sopa de Jitomate y Rajas. Tomato soup with a white onion and poblano chiles served hot. Seasoned with Mexican oregano leaves and fresh garlic. The third course was Ensalada de Espinaca. A simple spinach salad with diced roma tomatos and a vinegar dressing served in a chilled bowl. The main course (4th for those keeping count) was de Lujo Adobo de Pollo. Chicken breasts cooked with cumin, cloves, and ground pepper, combined with red potatoes simmered in chicken broth and a chile paste made up of 3 different kinds of chiles. Served hot with cilantro as garnish. For dessert, Flan con Kahlua. Nothing too exciting here, just custard made with Kahlua served on a chilled dessert plate (I forgot the chill the spoons).
Beverages for the meal consisted of a shot of El Jimador tequilla Teresa got for me when she was visiting her mother in Mexico about a year ago. You can get El Jimador tequilla in the states but this was not made for export and had 38% alcohol by volume rather than 40% (the domestic import has 40%). Margaritas on the rocks with salt made with the standby tequilla Jose Quervo. The cerveza of choice for the evening was Negra Modelo, although two Sol were drank by me (she didn't like the Sol, she has great taste).
( photographic evidence of furniture )
I showed up to work the next morning (Saturday) because the department had requested that all the graduate students show up so we could do construction work dismantling and rearranging all the furniture in our "offices" and lounge area cause they are taking that space back. So we no longer have a lounge to eat in or offices to meet students in. assholes. the icing on this particular cake is that they were making us do all the heavy lifting and reorganization that would eventually result in us no longer having access to what little personal space we had in the department. |
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[Jan. 13th, 2005|07:02 pm] |
"If life were fair, Elvis would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead." --Johnny Carson.
praise on. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2005|06:22 pm] |
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| |  annoyed | ] |
today has been very frustrating for me. i always say cooking is like chemistry, well chemistry is like really tedious cooking....i've spent hte last 10 work hours mixing salt solutions trying to get the exact right one. after 90 minutes of adding a base to change the pH of this solution from 1.5 to 7.5, it skips from 6 to 9. its been like this all day.
on a different annoyance note. i get a tuition waiver to attend UF and in addition i get 20K a year. in exchange, UF gets all the rights to everything i invent or discover while i'm here and i have to teach several hundred times the amount of tuition hours i have been waived, i don't mind either of these. but twice a year they come to the graduate students in my department and ask for student activity fees. these total about 300$. i can afford it obviously, its just annoying that they pay me to work and study here but there are still mandatory fees that i have to pay. is it too difficult to prorate my salary so i don't have to write you a check?
this is going ot be an expensive payperiod. |
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| you know your in the south when.... |
[Jan. 11th, 2005|11:43 pm] |
you're leaving the gym and you see a spend rifle shell on the floor of the cardio room. interesting.....
i think that heart thing was a fluke. i have a grad student friend who got me a heart rate monitor after i was complaining out loud about having that chest pain and i wore it for the past two days while i worked out. i'm a goddamn metronome. i've been working out a lot lately (more than usual) but i haven't been able to repeat the chest pain incident. i thought that's what originally caused it, cause i had increased my workout and it was my body's way of telling me taht i'm really fucking stupid and calm the fuck down, but i guess not.
i've run 10 miles the last two days and spent 60 minutes on a stationary bike. my heart rate is always between 132 and 138 beats per minute (except tonight on the bike i went up to 142 bpm for a short period of time). and according to teh book that came with the monitor, my weight, and my age, that HR is ideal for me. |
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[Jan. 10th, 2005|06:11 pm] |
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i got a parking ticket today! goddamnit. someone is going ot pay, someone indeed, most likely me, but someone has to pay!
on a much worse note, i was on my short run last night and for the first time ever i got this really dull pain in my chest (like someone had punched me in my sternum). it was after 4 miles and i kept running for about another half a mile before i stopped and started to walk. the pain immediately disappeared and i started running again and it didn't return. i finished the 7 miles i planned to with that short break in the middle. this is especially worrisome cause i was planning on running 22 miles tonight, i think i'll drop that down to about 12 and see what happens. i'll do the 22 either thursday or friday. if i can't run 22 miles by friday i'm not running in the marathon, i'll drop down to the half, which would be a huge disappointment ot me but i have to make sure my heart isn't going ot explode when i try to do this. |
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[Jan. 9th, 2005|04:53 pm] |
in a feeble attempt to appear to be more human, i have purchased and assembled a dining room table and chairs. i even got a table cloth. i suppose next is a bed and a couch.
i'm such a poser. |
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| new years resolutions are bullshit people |
[Jan. 7th, 2005|12:48 am] |
gyms are always crowded in january with people that resolved to workout more. they and i know that they won't be there in 3 weeks. they'll fall back to their usual routine of eating crap all the time and not doing situps. this is inevitable. currently they are just making it difficult to get on the equipment, and annoying me to no end.
if they become regulars, that's fine. i'm all for people improving themselves. i just know that 90% of these people won't still be there in a few weeks and 99% won't be there at the end of February. |
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[Jan. 6th, 2005|02:21 am] |
ok today wasn't as good as yesterday as far as classes go. i was super tired for some reason and i've been in kind of a holding pattern as far as work goes. to hold me over my prof gave me some bullshit cloning job that i'll do in the next few days to a week.
i ran 6 miles tonight, i felt like shit. i need to start working out a lot. a lot. |
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[Jan. 4th, 2005|05:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  happy | ] |
it can be said about the university of florida, its easy on the eyes.
today was the first day of classes. i go to structural biochemistry this morning where i get complimented by a really attractive girl who is also a maize geneticist.
"What do you work on?"
"I'm a maize geneticist."
"That's so hot."
my flight back was relatively uneventful, although it was delayed, delayed, delayed, delayed...due to weather and everyone else on that flight was going to the orange bowl, i was just going home.
comparative genomics, advanced metabolism, structural biochemistry/advanced biophysical chemistry, and no teaching assignment (yet). this is going ot be a cakewalk semester. sweet! |
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