I've been on and off working on a Research proposal since I got up this morning. That means I've barely been out of my room. I haven't left the house, and my hands kind of hurt from the poor ergonomics of my wrists resting on the hard wood of my desk.
The research proposal is about the word "Biotechnology" .
It's due tommorow, and I have some 8 pages of it written. I don't have a particular goal in writing it, no point to prove or anything. Because of that, I'm writing in an aimless, horrid style that makes me want to vomit. Basically what I'm doing is writing a paper describing a much better paper that I would write if I had the time.
"I would look for instances of the phrase "Zymotechnology" in the NYT archives, + biology + microbiology".
It continues like this for page upon humorless page.
I have eye strain.
I'm going to finish it at work tommorow.
Can't do anymore tonight, so I might as well eat something.
Perhaps something spicy with rice or noodles.
We will see, we will see.
Song of the day :"No Surprises" Radiohead
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no surprises!! so good. the thesis will pull it together and make it worth writing.
give me teleology or give me death!!
biotechnology. talk about the fine line of identity. like, and this is unrelated but related, i get a heart transplanted from a pig, where does the line from me end and the pig begin?? pigdroid! so many directions. maybe reference the Twilight Zone a lot.
I like you, kiddo.
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