you shall above all things be glad and young (ee cummings)
I just finished, and successfully defended, my Master's thesis at MIT. Never again will I bury my brain in polycyclic terpenoids, at least not until I myself am subjected to diagnesis as a result of sedimentary burial - hopefully after a full and happy life. There are enough champions of microbial lipids and, as Thoreau noted, of civilization. So now I swap the laboratory and the microbial fats contained therein for wilder horizons without a petri dish in sight. I yearn, madly, for the mountains. More substantive blog update to follow on where and what I'll be up to in 2010, as I kickstart an academically uncontained life as a full-time bonafide starving adventurer/wilderness conservationist/writer. Meanwhile I am above all things glad and young.
you shall above all things be glad and young.
For if you’re young, whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and(in his mercy)your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation’s dead undoom.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance