Of light and biology and also I’m graduating

Students of biology in general (and molecular biology or genetics in particular) will notice early on the science’s obsession with light. It’s almost a bit weird. Every time you turn around something’s fluorescent, or bioluminescent, or just being shot at by frickin laser beams.

Microscopes are the first and most obvious hint at this. Light and lenses bring the small and fragile up close, make the invisible inhabitants of the world seen. Some of these inhabitants, incidentally, are horrifying.

The capillary gel electrophoresis method of  sequencing DNA uses fluorescent tags and lasers to give the sequence. Other sequencing technologies sense light as synthesis occurs (though it’s more complicated than that).

When people are first introduced into recombinant genetics, light shows up to the party. Various glowing or fluorescent…er, everythings get trotted out on the news every so often. And transforming Escherichia coli with a GFP-expressing plasmid so it fluoresces under UV light has been described as a “hello world” of biotech—I had a lab doing that back in community college and I’ve heard of people doing it in high school.

As classes go on, they tell you why this abundance of sticking glow-genes in everything happens; as reporters so that you can find things and watch them. If you want to know where a particular bit or bob is, it’s easier to find with a marker on it. Like, for instance, making it glow. We make light so that we can see. And as so many people have done with fire and electricity and tiny awkward bracelets with stuff in them, it can be done in the chemicals of life.

Whoo! Go team bio!

Look, I originally decided to concentrate in genetics and biotech because I thought it was fascinating. After years of lectures, of volunteering, of swearing at plates* that didn’t grow, of staring at the colors from ab1 files, of wikis, of hackerspaces, well! It’s more. I think it’s the future. Or, you know, part of it. As is, admittedly, everything else except video rental shops. But it’s certainly a part of my future.

I’ve done nothing in my life but go to school. So before grad school, there’ll be other things. Jobs. Bad apartments. Beer. No, seriously, I’m interested in food microbiology sort of stuff (and the genetics thereof) and San Diego’s craft beer scene has vasty deeps that include lactic acid bacteria and possibly even jobs relating to it. Lactic acid bacteria, people!**

But back to light. Light is, of course, representative of learning and knowledge—there’s an Aladdin-style lamp on our school seal, even. And light is what I’m taking with me as I leave.

So. Onward.

*plates=petri dishes with growth medium.

**…everyone looks at me weird when I get excited over the possibilities of lactic acid bacteria for some reason. You’re probably looking at me weird right now. But…yogurt! Sourdough! Lambics! CHEESE! Come on! …fine, be that way.

And now for something completely different (do you like lizards?)

I’ve been waffling around messing with Twine and Parchment, seeing if there isn’t some sort of way to embed an interactive fiction sort of thing here, since the map went over pretty well. Interactivity, yay!

But guess what?

That’s sort of hard! I’m pretty sure that sort of thing should be at least possible if not actually easy, but it rapidly became obvious that my minimal time as a Computer Science major hadn’t prepared me for this. I’m just sitting here being all “but this is just an HTML file, why can’t I just throw in and say ‘you are a website, you should know what to do with this?’ Blargh!” and it ends with me being like “ASCII Holly hack Internet why are you complicated blrrghrl i don’t understand anything anymooooooore why is this happening

So. I’m just gonna cheat a bit.

Because I have a thing. A fiction thing, okay, but a previously unpublished* fiction thing based on a real CSU Stanislaus thing (though no non-fake people make an appearance).

Ever wonder what sort of thing you do on a biology field trip?

An adorable salamander face.

A preview!

A view of Knight's Ferry bridge.

Even science students get outside sometimes! …Except maybe the physics and chemistry students. But they don’t count.

So yeah…this is pretty much what going on a herpetology field trip is like. Have at!

ETA: And this is me frantically realizing that I should mention that it’s a game of sorts; it only starts out with “you” not wanting to be there (also including some badmouthing of the Central Valley, sorry (fiction, remember!)(“you” is not me)(I’m nesting parentheses!)). That’s the condition to beat! It doesn’t end that way! …Unless that’s how you play it, I guess. But that’s the bad ending. …Unless the actual real you really doesn’t like snakes and things, I guess, in which case you…won?

*I finished it too late to enter into the competition I was writing it for, so it’s been languishing around on the Internet without any links to it outside of the site.

Theatre is pretty awesome (we have some at CSU Stanislaus)

You see that up there? That titley thing? That is what I’m going to be talking about today.

Theatre. Live theatre. Musicals, plays, whatever. It is pretty awesome. And we have a theatre (or theater?) department at our very own school which does things like put on plays. That you can go see.

I went and saw some theatre over Spring Break and it was awesome! Not at school. But it did get me back into a theatre-y mood even though it was…probably not a show which will get put on at CSU Stanislaus ever. For several reasons. But it was good! And creepy.

But guess what’s coming up on our very own campus?

No. Seriously. Guess. You should know this if you’ve been on campus recently. They’ve put up signs by the science building, even. What, you haven’t been on campus recently? Well, I’ll give you a hint. Actually, that’s too much work; just read on.

Macbeth. I like Macbeth! I got very excited when I first heard about it and then auditioned. Really badly. Which, you know, whatever, is a thing that happens. Especially if you’re me.*

But dang if it’s not annoying to try and do college theatre if you’re a Bio major. Labs and night classes are not conducive to leaving time open for rehearsals.

Plus, I dunno if theatre students get more than a week’s notice for auditions (from posters only on the theatre building), but if they do it comes through secret theatre major channels the rest of us peons aren’t privy to. Like maybe tiny starlings** taught to speak messages and let loose to fly into students windows. That would be pretty cool. And useful! The birds could also be taught to nag students about finishing papers or studying for tests and things. Maybe peck them a bit for extra Angst in that paper about postmodern theatre.

Or maybe a mailing list.

Could be a mailing list.

But back on topic, the school is doing Macbeth and that is very cool! People who like the comedies better might disagree, but they don’t count. They’re just…wrong people. Who are wrong. And probably thought the Star Wars prequels were better, too. Also, protip: anyone who’s favorite Shakespeare category is “histories” is probably only saying that because of, like, Richard III. Or whichever of the Henry plays was good (there’s like, eight million). If someone claims “problem plays” or “pastorals” or “romances” as a favorite category you’re legally allowed to knock their English degree away, get up in their face, and just glare for a minute, plus or minus 12 seconds.

Or you could just ignore all the crazy scholarship stuff and only care about going out to see a good play. Whoo!

(I’ll admit I’m a tiiiiny bit worried about the guy playing Macbeth***, but heck with that! Lady Macbeth is better anyway.)

Shakespeare is happening, people. On our very own campus. It’s free, it’s out in the amphitheater under the stars, and it’s friggin’ Macbeth.

I mean, come on!


*My theatrical career peaked when I was 12. I was the understudy for a character who only spoke in the last scene.

**They were introduced by some guy who wanted to bring all the birds mentioned in Shakespeare to the New World. This was a Not Good idea.

***It’s that guy from Chicago who directed the last two Shakespeare productions. Not a student. For some reason.

Technological Temporicide (on a college-student budget)

A.k.a. killing time on the computer with free (minus internet+electricity+computer ownership/access) stuff.

(Incidentally, “temporal” in the sense of “of or relating to time” is just an awesomely useful word. So why do I only ever see it in certain biology classes? Since no one knows it I have to say “timewise” which…gets the meaning across, I guess, but isn’t a real word.)

Back on topic. Let’s see, I was about to…hm…oh, right, gush about nerdy* interactive narrative/new media stuff I think is cool under the guise of giving amusing tips on time-wasting! Why, that sounds excellent, my good chap! Hahaha! Ha. Let’s do that now.


Little Flash/HTML 5 games

You are on the internet right now. Therefore. You know little browser games. You probably have favorites already.

I will not let that stop me.

Obviously there are little Bejazzled sorts of things blah blah blah I’m not really into that go find them yourself. But there are also cool atmospheric point-and-click adventure games!

Point-and-click adventure: Submachine. The series of eight (at the moment) flash games creates an interesting world with a mysterious and ever-expanding backstory. And also puzzles.

Point-and-click horror: Alice is Dead. Also a series, also puzzles, also point-and-click, but definitely more on the horror side. Sort of New Weird, maybe? I dunno all those movements. What the heck the difference between slipstream and Bizarro is I will never get. Anyway, it has monsters and assassins and Carrolian logic and rabbits. Well, a rabbit.

We good?

Let’s get into slightly weirder stuff, now.

Indie Platformer Thingies to download

Really really hard game: I Wanna Be the Guy. Windows-only, though I did manage to get it to run with Wine. Past the first screen, though? No. No, I have not managed that.

Braintwisty awsomeness: Braid. This was originally an Xbox game, but you can also get it for Windows, Mac, or Linux. Okay, this one isn’t free. But it’s only ten bucks on Steam. And it is very pretty and very smart and more or less a classic in the indie gaming world for being pretty much utterly brilliant in a number of ways. Except that one level with the key and the backwardness that was I Wanna Be the Guy level of evil, as far as I’m concerned.

And now, what I really wanted to talk about…

Text adventure games/CYOA/other interactive fiction (all recommendations browser-playable!)

No, don’t run away!

…whatever, I didn’t need you anyway.

Anyway, text-based games of whatever flavor have been around for ages (Colossal Cave Adventure, anyone?) but all of a sudden there’s more going on than ever, with platforms/tools like Twine and Inklewriter and Versu popping up all over. By all of a sudden, I admittedly mean over a period of, like, a few years, but whatever! Zork was from the ’70s, anytime in this millennium counts as recently.

Speaking of recently, if any of you keep up with gaming news you might have heard about the IGF winner ceding his booth to howling dogs, which is a…I don’t really know how to describe it. More of an interactive short story about isolation (?), martyrdom (?), and other stuff (?). Very atmospheric.

Zombies: Choice of Zombies. This is a CYOA game about a zombie apocalypse. Shoot zombies! Run them over! Use your character’s skills as an engineer who hunts/ad executive/stamp-collecting plumber to survive and save your companions! Or just leave them and try to make it yourself. Your choice!

Vast giant steampunk/cosmic horror/English thingy: Fallen London. This won’t suck vast amounts of time at once because it’s one of those where you only get so many turns at once. But it has something like a million words of content and growing. And there are spiders that hatch their young in stolen eyeballs and rats that do fine clockwork.

Spelling bee realism: Bee. Does that sound boring?

“In the early, filtered light, when you are doing your spelling and no one else is awake, you think things about your spelling words that are half dreams.

Sometimes a word could be a palace. Sometimes the aspirates could be curtains of thick cloth, the glottals could be walls, the liquids a slippery marble floor.

Sometimes the spelling of a word inhabits every sense, not just seen and heard but performed as a choreography of the tongue and the teeth, or tapped in the feet.”

And something with an actual parser: Galatea. The same author as above: Emily Short. There are a lot of really good interactive fiction games out there, but there’s a vocabulary you have to learn to play smoothly. Since it’s not really hard, I think it’s worth it, but Galatea is A: really good B: very very replayable (dozens of endings) and C: you can get through the whole thing with just the command “ask galatea about [blank].”

*There’s a sort of “teacher’s pet in English/Humanities classes” vibe that makes this feel more “nerdy” than “geeky” to me.

(I reserve the right to add things to this list as I think of them because I happen to feel that interactivity opens up all manner of opportunities in narrative and story that can be really really cool and and I can’t get actual live people to even pretend to look interested when I talk about it)

(And I sort of overused “atmospheric” to describe things, but you know what? No regrets. There are stories and games where you’re wandering around clicking things or flipping pages and then there are stories that unfold, clamp on, and marinate your brain in snow of underground cities or the scratch of carpet on your face like you are literally in the atmosphere of another world or seeing it through different skin and therefore I do not regret that wording okay.)

Five reasons why tea is an awesome addition to the college experience

What does tea (an infusion of Camellia sinensis, though the term is also applied to what would more correctly be called tisanes) have to do with college?

A fair amount, for some people. And this could include you!

1. Tea can be useful for socializing

You know who likes tea? Lots of people!

…yeah, I don’t got much here. But more college students like tea than you might think (we do not live on coffee alone) so you could probably get in an awkward conversation or two with a lab partner about it.

2. Tea can be cheap

Okay, so place like Teavana are expensive, yeah. That’s a thing. No one is denying that thing. Or that some of the cheap kind is nasty. One time I had some that was so nasty I thought it was diet*. Spoiler: it was unsweetened.

Look. Most boxes of tea bags are a few bucks. If you wander over to the “foreign foods” section of the grocery store, your proximity to horrible, terrifying things like Marmite might be rewarded with giant 80-bag boxes of perfectly decent black tea for not much more than a 20-bag box.

Also, if you frequent any ethnic grocery stores, they probably have tea. And you probably know that already. But you could trade with any new friends who frequent different ethnic grocery stores, and no one has to make an extra trip. Yay for efficiency!

And don’t forget that most tea can be re-steeped and still taste good; it’s not like coffee.

But seriously, my go-to green tea is a loose-leaf sencha that comes in 200g bags, costs a few bucks (varies by store), and is in pretty much any Asian grocery. It lasts me basically forever.

3. Tea can be soothing

Tea is a little ritual. Boil the water, steep the leaves, pour the cup, sip.

Personally I like the drinking part.

Tea is warming on cold nights and comforting on tense ones. Coming back from class, throwing down your books and collapsing on the futon with a tasty hot beverage is a quick relaxation luxury that won’t  bite into your homework time the way Angry Birds would.

…and when Blackboard decides to eat quizzes and spam filters nom important emails, a pot of jasmine and deep breathing will always be there for you.

4. Tea can wake you up

Irish breakfast, no milk, no sugar. Just sayin’. Though this is…sort of an acquired taste, admittedly.

5. Tea is tasty

Obviously this is subjective, but. Duuuuude.

This is an article about tea.

You would not have read this far if you were TOTALLY opposed to the Platonic ideal of tea and all that from it is derived.

There are like five bajillion kinds of tea. Masala chai with milk and honey is a completely different animal from sencha which is not at all gunpowder which is definitely not pu-erh.

It can be spicy, sweet or bitter, strong or delicate, smoky or flowery or all manner of things.

I like gunpowder and masala chai, sencha and genmaicha, Irish breakfast and Earl Grey and more. I’m sure you like some, or would if you tried.

So are you with me on the tea train?

If not, care to join?

*I hate fake sugar. I don’t know how people can’t tell. I can tell. I can always tell.

Papers vs. Exams

So there are people who would argue that there is a division between the arts and humanities on the one side and the sciences on the other.

Heck with them.

The true divide in disciplines is between the people who spent college writing papers and the people who spent college studying for exams.

(Of course, while I say “spent college” it’s worth remembering that much of this activity occurs in a few isolated frantic, panicked nights. Or over a few days for people who are, like, super-organized.)

This is an important difference—a vast and insurmountable cultural gulf. One that I am clearly on the right side of. That is to say, the side that has it harder. That is to say, the side that gets to righteously complain.

Oh, you English majors going around being relaxed on finals week. We in the sciences curse you. Sometimes to your faces. You might be turning in a stack of essays approximately the height of a small rat, sure, but…you have a finals week without any actual finals.

Silhouette, for comparison purposes


What. The. Serious. Arrgh. Blrrgh.

For all that the stereotypical college student questions is “Will this be on the test?” it’s not one that I personally hear very often except, like, the day before the test (when it’s a legitimate question whose answer is frequently “no, it’s on the next one”). It’s not often asked because the inevitable answer of “See this book? Know it. All of it,” which is just too depressing to contemplate.

Bioenergetics and Clostridium perfringens and blots for every single cardinal direction, and that’s the way the song goes.

And this is why I get to both envy and feel superior to all those who only—

—wait, what? I have to write what for my Writing Proficiency course? Three entire pages? Are…are you sure?

…wouldn’t you rather give me an exam?

Sometimes college involves complaining bitterly about technology problems ON TECHNOLOGY


Blackboard. I don’t know why you took it upon yourself to lose connection and upload a half-finished test, Blackboard. I don’t know why you felt that was necessary, Blackboard. I was trusting you. These bits of thoughts and knowledge so recently impressed on my wax of memory were being teased out by a weekly quiz when you decided to




Yet you are not the cause of my current distress, Blackboard.

Truly, my sorrow today is because of another.

Email. Csustan.edu. School Email.

Oh, School Email. I asked you to convey to my professor my group’s choice for our food outbreak powerpoint. On hearing no response I assumed that our choice was acceptable. Today, on submitting the finished project, I find that this initial request was unreceived and the topic snatched from my hands by another—the project itself now requiring to be done anew.

I regret that I do not understand this. Please help me to understand this, School Email.

The email is sitting in my send box, School Email. I sent it to a professor’s email account that was also part of your system, School Email.

Why would you reject an email sent so innocently through your own systems? Through paths previously tread and sounded and declared safe for voyaging? Why would you swat this my missive away in a manner so cruel and then allow such swift passage for a package doomed to failure by your earlier silent strike?

Did you know of my fate?

Have I wronged you, School Email? In truth, I knew already how reserved you are, how you hide your face so thoroughly and show not of yourself on the school’s webpage save to those who know already where to look. I know how you have been known to resist this trend of being “bookmarked” like some common news site.

Yet I thought we knew each other better. My electronic letters have gone astray to bin of waste before, it is true, but only when such was more easily remedied; a playful pinch and nothing more. I suppose I was wrong, and that these were initial volleys in some one-sided war I cannot but lose.

I console myself, tonight, with banana bread and jasmine tea. I will labor to create my project anew. I will return to you, as I am so required by my duties as a student of this university. I will return to you as I must. But I do not know if I can trust you again, School Email.

It would please me to have you prove me wrong. However, I find myself unable to truly hope that it will be so.

Things Man Was Not Meant To Know (Or At Least Maybe Sort Of Doesn’t Want To A Lot Of The Time Because Oh. My. Gosh.)

The thing about going to classes and learning things is that after you’ve gone to classes and learned things, you KNOW THINGS THAT YOU HAVE LEARNED.

I know, right?

Sometimes the things you learn make the world seem sadder. Or more dangerous. Or very very dirty.

That sounds like it could segue into something depressing yet deep about the nature of humanity or reality or cold uncaring cosmoses in general, but you know what?

I’m gonna talk about food poisoning.

Suck it up. If I have to hear about it, than so do you. Just be thankful you’re not one of my roommates. Do you think they want to hear that eggs are the main cause of salmonella infection* while they’re making omelets? Probably not. I might technically be too polite to mention that, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not thinking about it. And thinking about it. And thinking about it.

There are a lot of things I don’t need in my life. I count pictures of skin lesions among them, usually. The nursing students can deal with those.

But yeah. Food poisoning.

We have probably all had it at some point! It is no fun. Especially if you are on an airplane. Or in Utah. Though admittedly it’s often not very fun to be in Utah anyway. No offense, Utah, but I like being able to buy beer in grocery stores and not freeze off any extremities.

Food poisoning almost seems better when you know less about it—it’s a random act of nature that strikes out of nowhere, causes horribleness, and goes away in a few days. It’s just one of those things, you know?

But no. Now I know. That is what Food Microbiology class is about. And we’re only a month in.

I have, sitting on my hard drive, entire powerpoints for different categories of bacteria that can cause food-borne illnesses, which talk about specific species or even strains and the differences in what horrible things they can do to people.

Botulism. Is. Terrifying.

It’s like, knowledge yay! but…Do you think I needed a whole flowchart showing the main routes of fecal-oral transmission? Did it really need to be, basically, a chart with a lot of arrows pointing from “feces” to “mouth” and stopping along the way for “water,” “insects,” and “edible foods”?

I just…

…can we start talking about lactic acid bacteria now?

*CDC. CDC, why does your graph about Salmonella outbreaks have a background image of a fuzzy chick. Why are the bars on the bar graph made out of tiny fuzzy chicks. CDC. CDC, stop. Go home.

Tale of Science Day

Guess what happened today. Go on. Guess.

Smart aleck.

The second-annual Science Day happened!

some people outside the science building

this thing

Science Day is an event that a number of campus clubs put on for the community, to demonstrate science and math and stuff. I volunteered.

While there, I ate a donut and some pizza.*

The Bio Club started it and runs it, really, so most of the activities were biology stuff. There was an insect room and the herpetology room and the glowing microbes room and tours of the greenhouse and so forth. But the full list of participating clubs ran to nine and there were even a few slightly-baffled-looking fraternity guys. So there were other events going on: a planetarium, a fossils room, “kitchen chemistry,” and all manner of things.

I can tell you next to nothing about those. Because I was in the reptiles and amphibians room the whole time.

Some jars on tables

this room

The day started, for our small army of volunteers, with signing in and getting a shirt. It was a red one, which probably caused some jokes about wise shirt colors to wear when about to be descended upon by hordes of schoolchildren. I wandered around vaguely for a bit and missed the first part of the introductory/instruction speech.

That’s because this is when I found out there were donuts. So I went and got one. And then ate it.

I like donuts.

And then we split to our assignments.

The reptiles and amphibians room (named on the assumption that kids would probably not know what herpetology was) had a good selection of stuff. Things in jars, bones, bone casts, and then a line of tanks along the back wall that had some live things. Which included the awesome Kenyan sand boas and two adorable axolotls.

Two adorable axolotls.

oh my gosh so adorable. LOOK AT THEM.

There were a lot of kids. Not as many as last year, it seemed, but there still weren’t many opportunities to relax once the onslaught began. The volunteers in that room quickly figured out a set of things to say or point out for each section of the room—answers to the most frequently asked questions or something cool that people wouldn’t know unless you mentioned. Like that caecilians are this third order of amphibians that most people haven’t heard about. Or that if you look in this jar you can see a snake cut open in such a way that you can see the lizard it had eaten prior to being caught.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, pretty much every single kid would ask A: if the things in jars were dead, and B: if the red dye on a preserved mudpuppy was blood. Kids are morbid.

But there were some pretty cool kids. The ones who clearly loved to be there seeing these things and wanted to learn. The girl who asked a question about each and every specimen on the table but, and this is the important part, listened raptly to each answer with every appearance that it was the most fascinating thing she’d heard about since her last question.

And the parents and fellow volunteers wandering in to ogle things in jars that they hadn’t seen before were nice to see; salamanders and lizards aren’t exactly charismatic megafauna, so it’s good to know people think they’re worth caring about.

Here’s the thing: science is pretty neat. For all that Naraghi is eternally full of people complaining about tests and how much work they have to do, we’re generally doing what we’re doing at least on some level because it’s neat. Because of the beauty of flowers and things that crawl in the mud. Knowing that nebulas birth stars. Or the chemical reactions that make up life.

Because we live in a world that is very very complicated and very very cool and how could you not want to find out more?

*okay, there is a whole story about the pizza that I felt would have detracted from the *science yay* thing. Just imagine that it was like a romantic comedy but with pizza: happy beginning and promises, tragic misunderstandings and mild betrayal, then a happy ending where we ultimately came together. Except it was pizza.

It has come to this.

So. It has begun.

School. University. College. Tertiary education. The place with the buildings and learning and books and stuff.

No more break. For the moment.

Suddenly it’s stuff to do.

Grocery shopping for stuff to eat. Other-stuff shopping for shampoo and rat bedding and more stuff to eat that I forgot to get when I went grocery shopping. Forgetting to buy new dishwashing gloves and having to keep using the one with thumb tied off by keeping two fingers together. Which, well. It works, okay? I mean, it might look a bit like an acute attack of muppet-hand, but it keeps the water out.

Already important can’t-miss things are happening.

Next week is (which I technically can miss but would feel guilty about) the SECOND ANNUAL SCIENCE DAY, for one. And I hope you read that part of the previous sentence in an announcer voice. Science Day is where various CSU Stanislaus clubs and groups have teamed up to host an event promoting science and math to the community (mainly a “show the kids science can be cool” thing). It’s free! Next Saturday from 10-2! And science really can be cool—I might be sitting here thinking about fermentation but I know a student who helped with research on dinosaur teeth. Dinosaurs.

Oh, and auditions for Macbeth are Monday! I’m doing that. A Goneril monologue is, I figure, perfect for auditioning for I do not even have to finish this sentence I mean come on.

And there’s also academic stuff going on, too. Of course. Just lectures and introductory labs so far, though.

That’ll change.

To be dramatic, the year stretches onward like…something stretchy? A road, maybe. Or something more undirected, like an ocean, with more chances to swerve off course into Bad Things. Maybe it just stretches a great big rubber band where I’m not sure if it’s going to break and smack me in the face or perform some sort of vital piece of a Rube Goldberg machine that hopefully spits out a diploma.

Luckily it’s just one semester, so drama aside I can’t get smacked in the face too hard academically unless I decide to change my major.

So. Here we go. Spring 2013.


• I was completely right about Food Micro being the sort of class that would make me paranoid. The professor herself has admitted this is the sort of class to cause paranoia. Though, bonus: we get a week of lactic acid fermentation and complex fermentations! Yay!
…I am probably the only person who is excited about that but I think it’s really cool so yay anyway!
…and I may have spent some of today looking up stuff about Aspergillus oryzae and wishing we had a mycology course don’t judge me.

• There are a surprising number of biology majors in the sociology writing proficiency (WP) course. This is probably because our own WP is, shall we say, sparsely offered? Hopefully the sociology types don’t mind us crashing their party.