diabola in musica

because perfection isn't easy

Twilight In The Garden

SAM: If I enter a Bed Bath & Beyond, I'm like, "I'm going to spend ten billion dollars on furnishings. I HAVE TO LEAVE THIS PLACE."

ME: IKEA is your friend.

SAM: Eleven billion!

ME: You can be real clever, make your own digital art frame, and just change your statement piece whenever you want.

SAM: We're down to nine billion. This is good. You are a grounding influence.

For Little Things

I was going through my file cabinet and found this little leaf tucked away in a folder from high school. Three of us wrote this after a day in Honors Biology:

“The Protein Song”
Sung to the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”

Fibrillin, the wacked-out protein,
Had a mutated code,
And if the lymphocytes saw it,
They would’ve engulfed it whole.

All of the other proteins
Used to laugh and call it names.
They wouldn’t let the poor protein
Play any enzyme games.

Then one strange new mitosis,
DNA came to say,
“Protein, with your weird make-up,
Won’t you come mutate with us.”

Then all the cells did love it,
As they evolved through time.
Fibrillin, you wacked-out protein,
I’m so glad that you are mine!

Pardon

ME: I wish there were an easily understandable and linkable explanation of why trickle-down economics don't work. I would write one but I'm not an economist.

SHE: Wait. You're not?

ME: Didn't you know?

SHE: No!

ME: I only found out very recently. It was very disappointing. For years, I thought my spirit animal was an economist.