Friday, August 04, 2006
I'm officially done with lab work for this summer. Though I woke up this morning with the notion that 3 Mongolian warlords (in full battle regalia, no less) had commissioned me to finish research on transgenic
Drosophilia for their own nefarious purposes, and since my home wasn't sufficiently equipped, I was obliged to return to the lab. I remember being extremely excited about the work - part of the reason may have been due to the sheer amounts of cash they gave me as a deposit, with which I stuffed a drawer to overflowing. Unfortunately my sister ruined one of the cell cultures I brought home, which meant re-culturing from scratch. (Though I would have done it in any case - the cells didn't look too healthy.) Angsted briefly about ethical implications vs private gain, but I was more worried about being caught transacting the fruits of agency-funded research with external parties, hence violating the terms of my contract.
The dream (yes, it
was a dream) never really resolved to my satisfaction, but I'd like to think that it reflects the general feeling of ambivalence at the end of my practical attachment.
words were spilled on Friday, August 04, 2006