I was okay (well, not okay, but it’s not anything I haven’t heard before, and man, it’s almost the holiday weekend and I’m tired) withKathleen Parker’s latest shitpile of justification for why she sucks, ie women talk too much and Obama talks too much therefore he has a vagina, until she got tothis:
Obama is a chatterbox who makes Alan Alda look like Genghis Khan.
OH NO SHE DID NOT JUST CALL ALAN ALDA A PUSSY.
Hawkeye Pierce was my first TV crush. I think I was like seven. I blame my entire teenage years of perving on dudes old enough to be my much older college professors on Sexy here:
The West Wing did nothing to dim my adoration:
Also he’spretty awesome all on his own:
I’m assuming you’re here at Caltech because you love science,
and I’m assuming you’ve learned a great deal here about
how to do science. I’m asking you today to devote some significant
part of your life to figuring out how to share your love of science
with the rest of us.
But not just because explaining to us what you do will get you more
funding for what you do . . . although it surely will . . . but
just because you love what you do.
And while you’re explaining it, remember that dazzling us with jargon
might make us sit in awe of your work, but it won’t make us love
Tell us frankly how you got there. If you got there by many twists
and turns and blind alleys, don’t leave that out. We love a detective
story. Ifyou enjoyed the adventure of getting there, so
scientists do leave that out. By the time we hear about their great
discoveries, a lot of the doubt is gone. The mistakes and wrong
turns are left out . . . and it doesn’t sound like a human
thing they’ve done. It separates us from the process.
Whatever you do, help us love science the way you do.
So do not EVEN.