Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Sigh

When a flyby commenter from Vancouver came by and read the last post, the only thing they felt worth commenting on was my sexual preferences.

I think that says so much about the State of the Nation.

Friday, November 17, 2006

The USA: Home of justice and freedom. My. Fucking. Arse.

via bitchphd.

UCLA student repeatedly tasered because he didn´t leave the library fast enough. Here´s the film of it taken by a cameraphone. Watch it and tell me it doesn´t frighten you.

And this country thinks it was a good idea to legalise torture?

You know, when a certain German politician likened new US homesecurity laws to Third Reich Germany, she was not at all wrong.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Because senility is more than it´s cracked up to be

Over the last couple of years my last remaining grandparent, my mother´s mother, has been rapidly losing the battle with dementia and Alzheimer´s. A great mixture which caused the paranioa that all her hose fittings would be stolen, led her to take them and hide them all and then not remember that she had done it, convincing her that the hose fittings HAD been stolen. For the last three years my mother has lived with her and looked after her, something I´m sure I wouldn´t have been able to do.

But now Nanna´s in a home where she gets great care and is still close to Mum. Here she´s made a new friend, another old batty woman who´ll I´ll call Dotty because I can´t actually remember her name, who she talks to all day, usually about the same things. They go and hide in Nan´s room when Mum brings a bag of lollies and scoff them all down, giggling like girls.

And they try and escape.

Dotty has it in her head that if she gets home she can look after Nan and herself and they´ll sit there all sumer enjoying the roses in her garden. So several times a week she grabs her coat and my grandmother and makes her way to the front door. This has a double door "airlock" type arrangement, but the only way out the external door is with the pin number. So the two of them huddle in this airlock for hours, waiting for someone to be buzzed in from the outside and then they make their grand dash for freedom.

It´s worked several times, with them being picked up again in the carpark. Last week, as they patiently stood in the airlock, the manager walked passed and said "Dotty, would you come out of there?". What did she do, this sweet, lovely, eighty year old woman?

She turned around and stuck her finger up at him.

Go, Nan! Go, Dotty! You go girls! Don´t let the bastards bring you down!

I can´t wait to see Nan again, even though she no longer really knows who I am. And I´m taking her a cake with a nailfile baked into it.

Questions?

A man just walked up the road in front of my window wearing a fluorescent pink rabbit suit.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Super Mega Hammer Geil

This video is a biology geeks dream.

The actin! The motor proteins! The ribosome! Co-translational import! Proteins! PROTEINS!

(I have, of course, a few minor points of contention with the molecular dynamics, but we´ll ignore that for now and just enjoy the visualisation of all the little things that make life work.)