rhubarb compote

To begin what is undoubtedly going to be an oft-neglected blog, may I just say that poison oak could be a blessing in disguise...
Disclaimer: do not attempt at home, leave it to the professionals
If you ever get poison oak, take full advantage of the exquisite sensation of scalding hot water caressing the rash. I cannot find words to explain its power.

On another note, I dissected a frog this morning, removed its sciatic nerve, and proceeded to perform a series of electrical experiments, and for the most part, I was just relieved that I was able to obtain relevant data.

pardon me while I indulge in a bout of fevered scratching....

Axel is currently cooking his wonderful rhubarb compote. I never knew that rhubarb was even tasty until Helga (Axel's mum) made some in Germany.

My oboe professor, the illustrious Dr. Joel Timm, gave me a bunch of old reeds to try out, and boy do I wish he'd done this 4 years ago. Oboe might not have seemed so intimidating to a reed-less freshman thrown into a sea of serious musicians. I think I felt that a biology degree would be simpler than a lifetime of making oboe reeds... a futile pastime if ever there was one.

oh.. and I want to go on a Vancouver vacation...

Please look forward to more disorienting and mangled presentations of things I deem worthy. (I created this blog about 2 years ago, but this will be my first post)