1. I picked up a new National Geographic a week ago and was struck at what a pale imitation the magazine had become of the Geographic of my early youth. It's thinner, filled with yet more advertisements, and (oddest of all) they aren't even using the same paper they've used for ages. The older Geographics had heavy and glossy pages, which for some reason always had a thick, 'oily' smell to them. It wasn't pleasant on its own, but I'd grown to link the images of fantastic locales and exotic rituals with that smell, and this lightweight, flimsy usurper felt somewhat the lesser without it.
2. Today was a physics lab. In the middle of the tedium, I suddenly realized that this would probably be my professional fate, should I stay the couse of astrophysics. I mean, I love science for the "wow!"s and the "eureka" moments, but it's unrealistic to expect very many of those at all in the course of a lifetime. As if from a mental Magic 8-Ball, the phrase "God, I fucking hate math" drifted up, and settled right behind my eyes, blocking out the error propagation work. Already I feel the pull of other majors... that's cool. I'm probably going to grow old in college.
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