A friend at another Institute in Sydney, whom I shall call 'Lieselotte' (it's not her name, but if you'd had the same education I've had you'd understand), circulated a draft meeting notice to myself and another couple of people. The speaker is my previous boss, from the Made-up Results Centre in Cambridge, whom I shall call 'Bruce'.
Bruce, oddly enough, has not let me know he's coming over. Either I've dropped off his radar because I haven't found enough young, Australian talent to sacrifice send over to do PhDs, or he has taken to trusting in the bush telegraph.
Anyway, I dreamed about going to Bruce's seminar last night. I met him on the way, and he took me aside and talked at me for half an hour. Then he tore off one corner of the seminar notice and wrote down four 'secrets' to his success.
Thanks Lieselotte — beta octylglucoside was on the list.
Comments
I think "Octly" is a good name for an octopus, but not a protein.
And why do you call him "Bruce"? Or do you call every male "Bruce" down there?
These are important things to know. Possibly.
Posted by: Whiffling Oc-ward-tly | March 28, 2007 02:20 AM
Oh damn. Thanks.
Note to self: don't write posts over breakfast.
'Bruce', um, if you'd known him when I'd known him, &c. And he has written to me, wanting to meet up up, so that's nice.
Posted by: BK | March 28, 2007 07:39 AM
Ich bin Hans. Hans Schaudi. Lumpi ist mein Hund.
Posted by: Nige | March 30, 2007 09:31 PM
Is your bein gebrochen, auch?
Posted by: BK | April 5, 2007 10:15 AM