Power

So I had this really (ridiculously) long post I was writing, and the damn power went out.
Computer cutoff, no lights.

I decided, of course, to take this as a sign from somewhere above me that it was time to stop my intellectual theorizing on rock bands and famous authors and the appeal of a certain rock star and go to bed so that I can make it to a couple of seminars tomorrow morning.  One on the basics of population genetics (which god help me I better know everything in it or I will be irritated at myself) and the other on the 1000genomes project, which, I'm gonna say it, should be really cool.  That is, cool in a totally, TOTALLY nerdy way.

Of course then the power came back on, but I think it would be a very bad idea to try to write that post over again.
The topic of U2 will be left to another day, very soon.

This is not really a post.  Just a whine at how life enjoys slapping you in the face sometimes just to see how you react

Update: I am a moron.  I cannot figure out how to work a little blog site.  But I will endeavor to learn