Day 77

7/16/2007

Since it was the gold standard, the nervous system of the guinea pig small
intestine became the first element of the enteric nervous system to which
the newly available armamentarium of antibodies was applied by Marcello
and John.

-- Michael D. Gershon, M.D., The Second Brain.

(Oh, the awesome allure of alliteration...)

What are the lessons to be learned from this journey of the mind? That
humans are emotional fragile, perennially gullible, hopelessly ignorant
masters of an insignificantly small speck in the cosmos.

Have a nice day.

-- Neil deGrasse Tyson, Death by Black Hole.

My late husband played the violin. Not professionally, but he was very
good. He once played the "Minute Waltz" in fifty-eight seconds.

-- Helen Hayes, in her Oscar performance in Airport (1970) as stowaway Ada Quonsett, comfortably seated in the tourist section between rakish Whit Bissell and bomber Van Heflin.

Drew had this nudging, unexpelled burp of thought that the written language was coming a pa rt. Texting was cryptically terse (iykwim), and cold rags were rarely well done as a hot medium. The more 'decs he read and scored, the more he could sense within them the milling and tilling of dict-a-help and grammarmine hedging edges and marinating mumblings into murky, melliferous blog gristle stew. Whenever some raw abrasion of a challenging idea started to grubble up, the calming whisper of heads-down safety would mellow the words, and couch them in cashless currency to fall between the frayed cushions of culture.

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