If only that was my name, I'd have a good excuse. Yes, it's been all too long since I've embraced The AstroSite. Since I last updated, I've passed my qualifying exam to become an illustrious "Ph.D. Candidate," I've stomped through the leave-littered grounds of northern Vermont, I've moved into a castle, and...I'm still moving into a castle (but I'm almost done), I've shared wine and dine with one of Portland's most reputed maverick professors, and I've assaulted an empty stomach with too much alcohol at a Halloween party (but sub-regurgitating, thankfully). Somewhere in there I did a lot of reading and science, but obviously that too has been relegated to a less priority. And alas, I will soon have to hang out with Grant...again. This is indeed the same "Grant" as before (see previous posts), but now he must be prepared for "The Real World" (a.k.a the NIH) like every other adolescent. Therefore, Grant and I shall once again sojourn the NW coffee shops in search of the ephemeral mitochondria permeability transition pore. Sigh...
In other news, my good friend (well, not really) Jamie Lidell is back this Friday to charm P-town with his somehow believable British Motown. For those of you unaware, this man deserves all the accolades he can get. He is a computer programming god with a God-programmed voice, de parfait! Other upcoming procrastination bonanzas include an election night party (stay tuned for an upcoming AstroSite special soon!), a live musical performance/debacle by yours truly, an evening par excellence among the brick and mortar crenelations of my new home, a completely heterosexual Thanksgiving with Matt Inc. (I'm not going to explain), aaaaaannnnnddd....then a grant deadline on December 5th. Speaking of...I think I hear him. I've gotta run. More soon.
Oh yeah, and happy Identity Crisis Day...
