This afternoon when I was waiting for my story to go to proofs, I decided to find out if the rumors of 60-degree weather were true. (It was only in the 50s, but that's good enough in January.) I went down and hung out by the river with this seagull, who seemed pretty convinced he was going to get a piece of my chocolate chip muffin. I love that I can walk out of my office and be in the sun by the river in five minutes. (Slightly longer if you have to stop at a store and decide between the potato chips and the muffins.) I sat there for about 10 minutes while the seagull waited for me to drop a piece of muffin...and, clumsily, I did. It was his lucky day.
It was not Professor Hwang Woo Suk's lucky day. It may be a while before Professor Hwang Woo Suk has another lucky day. I can't wait for someone to write the definitive account of what the heck has been going on behind the scenes for the last few years.
In the meantime, you can read all about it, if you're not already sick of it, under my byline on Saturday online and Monday on newsstands. Actually, you should read about it even if you are already sick of it, because - weirdly - no one else has written the story I wrote yet. I thought it was kind of an obvious direction to take the story, but for once I may have done something original. I can't get too full of myself, though, because it was my editor's idea.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
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ok, so you came all the way down to the river for 10 minutes but you didn't bother to stop at my office and steal me away to enjoy the weather with you? you walked right past my door, well, practically! :)
I forgive you this time but next time, please save me from the wrath of work...
Yeah, I thought about stopping by, but I really wanted some time with just me and the seagulls.
Your mention of muffins makes me wish I could eat one. Must wait 'til next week - already spent one-pastry-per-week ticket. Oh wait...do muffins count as pastries?
I want time with the seagulls! Oh wait, no I don't. I hate birds.
I don't get this bird-hating thing. I love birds. They fascinate me. The crazy metabolism, the flying, the singing, the eggs, the absolutely crazy wild variation in plumage - plus they're so darn cute! What's not to love?
The pooping.
I think the pooping is not to love.
Even the pooping is kind of interesting, because they only have one opening - so everything they excrete gets all mixed together before it leaves the body. Ok, I prefer that they not poop on me, but they've done it before, and I survived.
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