I Like Writing About Biology, Not Doing

There Is A General Place In Your Brain, I Think, Reserved For Melancholy Of Relationships Past. It Grows And Prospers As Life Progresses, Forcing You Finally, Against Your Better Judgment, To Listen To Country Music.

People Don't Realize That Molecules Themselves Are Somewhat Hypothetical, And That Their Interactions Are More So, And That The Biological Reactions Are Even More So.

Science Grows Like A Weed Every Year.

My Mother Would Give My Brothers And Me A Pile Of Catalogues And Let Us Pick What We Wanted For Christmas.

The Mystery Of That Damn Virus Has Been Generated By The $2 Billion A Year They Spend On It.