Just Throw a Brick

You have been sufficiently warned. If you're looking for something that will bring a gentle smile to your face, like a bunch of kittens or something, I've got a website for you. Google Images. If you're here to read about my ANNOYING roommate, read on, friends. You ready for this? Okay. First of all, you should know that I will do almost anything to avoid contention with roommates. I've found that if you pick your battles extremely selectively (like for me, when it comes to the A/C), you get a lot farther than crying about everything. True story. So I complain a lot when I get in mediums like this because I know they're never going to read/never care to read/never even think that I would have a blog. I'm just going to make a bullet list of problems, if it's all the same to you. Shake up the format, and all. Chronologically through the day, if possible.  First thing in the morning. Truth is, I don't really like talking to people in the morning, but...

No, really. Once you get past all the words you can't read/pronounce/tell are English, it's all awesome from there. My two favorite science bros Today's post comes from a quote out of my Infections and Immunology book, "Sherris Medical Microbiology" (2010). The author writes (describing how Louis Pasteur was treated after he discovered a vaccine to zoonoses anthracis, a disease in herbivorous livestock): "He was cheered and carried on the shoulders of the grateful farmers of the district, an experience now, unhappily, largely restricted to winning football coaches." Powerful stuff. No really, this whimsical sentence actually made me think for awhile. What if the great scientists of our day were celebrated as much as sports stars? Allow me to speculate. First off, we would have a lot more scientists. Science is such an amazing field, with new discoveries made almost every day. Can you imagine how much faster we could cure diseases if everyo...