Friday night after the party Tonight was the departmental party in the chemistry department. Beforehand, though, I was presenting a journal article in group meeting. I went to Trader Joe's before work and picked up some beer and food to bring to group meeting. At 1:00, group meeting started, and I had a couple of beers. The first paper that was presented was replete with typos and unnecessary data. It was the worst paper I've seen in awhile. My paper had some interesting insight, but wasn't explained very clearly. And I didn't have an entirely clear view of it, so that didn't help either. It was an impassioned presentation on my part, because people in my group were saying that if resonance energy transfer were occuring, then it was not possible for the exciton to be splitting at the P3HT/PTPTB interface, that it had to be happening at the PTPTB/titania interface, but I at least knew what the paper said, and it said that both the RET and the exciton splitting were occuring at the polymer interface! The paper may be wrong, sure, but it was my job to report what was said in the paper, then discuss whether the authors were full of shit or not. I said this, and we worked out what was going on, with help from my boss. Damn typing when you're blitzed is hard. I drank so much, and had so much fun. I drank four or five beers and several cups of orange spiked punch. Oh yeah, and beers from the keg as well. I suppose it may be a little sad that the alcohol enabled me to have such a good time, but it's true. I was not in the least bit concerned about crap that I normally am. It's almost as if I'm so concerned that I say fuck it, and just have a good time. I listened to what a lot of people were saying, and it was so refreshing. So often I'm worried about what I'm going to talk about, but if I just listen to others the pressure is off. But, since I'm so self-obsessed, if anyone asks me a question I know what to answer. So there were no worries about what to talk about, for the most part. I saw and talked to a lot of people I haven't talked to in a long time, and that was fun. There was one guy that I bump into on campus and on the bus a lot, and we taught together for one quarter, and when I mentioned to him that he's one of the people that I run into a lot, but that for some reason there are people in the deparment that I never run into, he said it's serendipitous that the cool people run into each other. Wow, now I'm cool. See what good beer is? I'm teaching next quarter, save my soul from the hell that is TAing for undergrad chemistry classes. I get to teach alongside all these guys talking about all the hot undergrads, while I am acutely all too aware of my age, and moreso the visual evidence of it in my face. The one saving thought I have through all of that is that there are tons of hot girls out there. So many that in some ways it's not even all that special. You can find so many hot girls online and out and about, that after awhile it all runs together. Of course I still like to look and am jealous, but I am thankful that I am totally hot and sexy to one guy, and it's on a far deeper level than a bit of aging on my part. It's the deep sexual undercurrent that comes from being aroused. Girls acting sexy to look sexy are only copying what a woman is when she's like that; it's only a facade, a caricature. What I want to see is more women projecting their underlying sexual nature, and not the showy caricature. I see it sometimes, and yum, it's sexy! |