Trust me: you should never trust me!
For a number of years now, I have been going down to the Farmers’ Market two or three Saturdays out of every four. I’d buy fresh fruits, vegetables, and some deli meat, and pick up some flowers that would last me a week, ten days, or even two weeks at a time.
I’ve just come back from the Market. No flowers in hand. I, however, have caught myself eying some potted plants.
Thank goodness for the nytimes wedding section. They have come up with a list of questions that couples should ask each other before marriage. Questions, which -apparently- people seldom have the presence of mind to ask, like: “4) Have we fully disclosed our health histories, both physical and mental?” “7) Will there be a television in the bedroom?” and “10) Do we like and respect each other’s friends?”
Now all you have to do is print out the article, and take it with you on dates. Maybe ask your date to take the time while you’re in the restroom to fill out the answers.
The article neglected, though, to provide model answers. I mean, how else are we going to know who to select for further
interviews dates? — I should ask them about that in the comments section.
It was quiet in the field, a silent huge meadow open to the sky…the only sound: a little stream I had to listen pretty hard to hear. Lonely again. A person gets used to being alone, but break it just for a day and you have to get used to it again, all over from the beginning.
Here’s how one expressed hers on craiglist:
I’m looking for a man to photophosphorylate me all night long. - w4m
I will fondle your vesicles while you caress my golgi body. My stroma is leaking all over the place. We can do it in the alpha or beta configuration, whichever you prefer. You whip me with your flagellum, tubulin subunits flying everywhere. We can make a mess as I’ve hired some lysosomes to clean up after. Please have a smooth endoplasmic reticulum but know that I like it rough, if you know what I mean. I also prefer my ribosomes bound…tight. Spin me round with your basal body and make sure it’s turgid. Pump me up and down your concentration gradient, letting the chemiosmosis take control. I can go both ways, just like an amphipathic phospholipid. Do you like aerobic respiration as much as I do?
Let me know if this makes you secrete.
I guess we don’t really know that she’s a scientist, but–my guess is–very few non-scientists use the word configuration.
(If you had asked me when I first started blogging, I would have guessed that the term photophosphorylate would never appear anywhere on this blog–let alone in this context–even if it was the last term on earth.)