“…these corrosives do their magic slowly”

so it’s wednesday here at jeffcarter.net and all the land is buzzing with pre-4th of july fun. i think i might go back home to bake-o and see the parents and their shiny new “carter family tour bus” and maybe i’ll dye my hair blue–i look hot in blue–that shit goes well with my eyes. so if you’re one of the bake-o crew, give me a call. i’m already excited about who i might see and sad about those who i know i won’t see.

my parents are good people. my dad is a man of few words, so when he’s got something to say you shut the hell up and listen. the most profound thing he ever told me was that “hey, life is hard, but it’s the best gig in town.” in the past year, i’ve used that as my mantra because he’s right, life is a motherfucker. but when you least expect it, something or someone incredible comes into your life and changes your entire perspective and suddenly everything is sublime…at least that’s what she tells me.

so if you’re using internet explorer, i apologize that the column on the right is floating somewhere near the bottom of the page. i’d fix it, but i’m way too lazy to go poking around in html these days. it’s really a shame too, because the moblog rocks. check it out here.

so this weekend, i was such a lazy bitch. i spent all day sunday watching “malcolm x” and “something the lord made“. i missed malcolm x when it first came out because i was too busy being in high school, going to church or some other nonsense. After watching it, i’m convinced that every caucasian i’ve ever known is nothing but a white devil.

“we didn’t land on plymouth rock, plymouth rock landed on us!”

so now i’m reading malcolm x’s autobiography and kinda wish that i didn’t have all the luxuries of being born a white male in america so that i could have some anger too…or maybe i’ve just become rediculously impressionable.

UPDATE: So, it seems that the original link i put in this little post was a tad bit disrespectful. while i’m quite suspect of religion, one thing i’m not is an ass. so, i apologize for putting up a link to a site that let’s you put all kinds of silly costumes on jesus while he’s on the cross. despite my suspicions regarding the historical validity of the life of jesus, i certainly respect everyone else’s right to believe in what they may. no hard feelings?

god bless,
jeffcarter.net

i was reading an article this weekend that says that 600mg of coffee (3 grande-sized orders from starbucks) contains the same effective dose of stimulant as 20mg of methamphetamines. the plus side is that, unlike meth, caffeine safely leaves your system without too much damage. with that in mind, i still need to pour one more cup to get my morning fix.

so our professor gave us a much needed day off from lab, so i’m going to take advantage of freedom-from-responsibility and a sunny-newport-beach-day, to play around in the ocean. swells are at an uninspiring 1-2ft so it’s a perfect day for the body board. all the cool kids are meeting down there around 2pm so give a call or drop a line if you want to join us or are just rediculously jealous.

…things are just better off this way.

have you ever noticed how universally powerful the scent of a woman’s hair can be? off the top of my head i can think of at least four songs and countless poems that refer to “…the scent of her hair…” what is that about and why is it so universally attractive?

i have my own theories but am curious what others think. i have no idea why this is on my mind tonight other than i’m a helpless romantic desperately in seach of truth & enlightenment…but then again, aren’t we all?

denver was a blast. my presentation went off splendidly and the quarter has come to a glorious end. things in lab are slow this week as everyone is recuperating from the past few weeks of insanity.

i’m a terrible tourist as i consistently fail to take pictures when i’m on a trip. maybe i’m just one of those people who lives in the moment and doesnt think to take pictures or maybe i’m just the guy who always forgets to pack his camera. a couple of low-quality camera phone pics await the curious in the moblog.

so tomorrow i’m flying out to denver for the psychoneuroimmunology conference. i’m pretty jazzed because i’ve never been to denver AND when you get hundreds of the world’s foremost psychoneuroimmunologists together in one place things get pretty damn crazy. trust.

i’m coming back on sunday, so if anyone’s interested in picking me up at John Wayne International or just wants to hang out with me in denver for the rest of the week, drop me a line.

i fear that my left big toe is becoming arthritic. it may very well be that years of insistent flip-flop wearing are taking their toll on one of my favorite appendages. getting old sucks and in ten years i’m probably going to have to wear those big orthopedic grandpa shoes and my youth will officially be over.

school is rediculous right now. i’m prepping for this talk i’m giving today on “the psychosocial mechanisms of prostate cancer”. then there’s the accompanying lit review paper that still isnt finished. then next week is the PNIRS meeting and of course i still have two posters to prepare and send off for printing for that meeting. let’s not forget finals next week, and of course my little cancer cell line is oblivious to how busy my life is and insists on growing at a rate that requires my daily attention.

i havent been this busy in a while, but hell it beats having a job.