Poetic Science

I sincerely don't feel like writing today. I should know since I had the ENTIRE day with nothing to do and did not write a damn thing. I read instead. And I marvelled that I have only read 25 books this year and we are nigh on September. I don't know why I give myself such high ambitions every year. I never fulfill. In fairness to me, I work two jobs and when I'm not working, I like to have my brain on hiatus.
I did finish "The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks" which was an excellent read but left me rather depressed.

I do recommend this book though. Especially if you want to read a very human story about the most extraordinary circumstances. Though I'm not in any way science minded (I barely got by in any given science course I've ever taken, including meteorology) it has always struck me how poetic science (and even math) can be. Henrietta Lacks died a painful death from cancer but her cells are immortal. They can live forever and they have proven invaluable to humanity. It is impossible to ignore the poetry of that.

I'll leave it at that today. Tomorrow, I shall talk about my other siblings and their projects. Or what I can remember about their projects since they told me about them after I had a lot of wine. I'll refresh my memory by, oh I don't know FACETIMING them!