I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “The blog is late today. She must be working on the LSE/BO!”
And you are wrong.
Sorry, but once again the LSE/BO has been postponed due to aÃ‚Â forgetful Motoko. She promises to follow through next week, so in the meantime you’ll all just have to be held on the edge of your collective seats, trembling in anticipation as to the final outcome of the cell phone/remote experiment. If she doesn’t have it on Monday, I’m pinning a note to her shirt.
This is why science is hard. A true seeker of knowledge must be patient above all else, whether one is hiding in a bush waiting to snap the perfect pic of that ivory-billed woodpecker or just badgering a coworker into remembering your stupid pet project. I had dinner the other day with a friend who is a researcher at Harvard (mentioned previously). He studies yeast, and puts in so many hours that my poor nine-to-five brain can’t handle it. In fact, he had left the lab to meet me for sushi and drinks around 8pm, and when we were finished hanging out around 9:30, he got back on his bike and rode back to the lab for more work. A large part of his life revolves around what a tiny little dish of fungi is doing at any one moment, and he’s been waiting quite a while for the gunk to do what he’s hoping it will do. When it happens, then comes the papers, the presentations, the fame, the fortune . . . well, the fame anyway. Until then, he’s a slave to the yeast.
When you put things into perspective, I suppose it’s not too tough to wait a few more days to test an urban legend. Right?