Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in Thomas' LiveJournal:

Saturday, July 12th, 2003
5:35 pm	Kids... After spending a week crowded into a room with sixty scientists, I have come to the conclusion that they are simply intellectually developed first graders. To wit: 1) A german spent a half hour on the yacht blowing bubbles in his champagne. 2) An east coast representative for Brucker(sp?) optics both looks...and sounds like an older version of LOTR's Merry. 3) A frenchman was trying to auction of his daughter. I think. Aside from that, twas quite fun...though the resort aspect of the trip seemed a bit wasted, as we had conferences between 8 in the morning and 10 at night. Not that I'm complaining...well, I am, but you understand. At any rate, I'm still in something of a whirl, and will write more when I've gathered my thoughts. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 3rd, 2003
9:13 am	The day before Well, our nation's birthday (I'm pretty certain that's what it is) is coming up, and as usual flags begin to find themselves hung outside of every house...though I really wonder how much of that nowadays is due to not wanting to be thought a terrorist. Luckily, this being California, we're fairly immune to that sort of thing. Would that the rest of our country had such good fortune. Tis amusing that approval of our position in Iraq is plummeting like a rock, lending credence to anti-warmongers. Let's hope Bush rethinks his policy. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 1st, 2003
4:52 pm	Ugh,,, Mirrors are fun. Mirrors with light/lasers/cool effects are even more fun. Mirrors with light/lasers/cool effects that don't work and won't do what you tell them and manage to break a signal so nastily that one's signal is spacially separated into UV, visible, and infrared light just suck. Was contemplating chucking the microscope through the storage ring wall, but reconsidered on the grounds that it probably wasn't the microscope's fault, and that the walls are about two feet think, comprised of lead and concrete. All the same, I think I'll go home and whack something, like dandelion tufts only we don't have any because it isn't late summer yet and argh... (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, June 30th, 2003
8:29 pm	Happy Birthday Emily's birthday is today. At least I think it is, I'm bound to have gotten the date messed up somehow. Ach, woe is me. First she makes me get a journal, then she wants entries for special occasions. Oy, when you let a woman in your life... *coughs lightly* But no, we all love her very dearly, so we let her remove, however briefly, a good chunk of horrid indecency from our own personalities. By which I mean I, but we sounds so much better, no? At any rate, Happy Birthday, Em. Yours is truly something to celebrate. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
2:08 pm	Ennui I'm beginning to have the dreadful suspicion that simply learning what one wishes is not enough...when one must compromise oneself in order to achieve it. Intolerant? Perhaps. Shallow? Undoubtedly. And what is this ever so melodramatic sacrifice? A mere trifle...if it were something bigger I suppose I wouldn't mind so much. But a month of working on something one neither cares about, nor thinks will really do any good for anyone can be taxing. Presumptuous, isn't it. Less than a month at the lab and I'm already questioning validity. Let us hope that I am mistaken and that my current work will have somewhat widespread applications. This entry was brought to you by starscribbles, who delights in confessionals. (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 29th, 2003
10:56 am	First entry She made me do it. Really. I have no aptitude for keeping journals, and will probably forget I even have one within a week, if not sooner. But I promised her I'd make one, so I did. So... Hewwo. My legions of adoring fans to be, spirits of the future, will you not be visible? I ought to be murdered for mutilating Stoppard, but Salieri would undoubtedly encourage me. Not that I have any desire to be mediocre, quite the opposite. However, at present, such is my status, and thus is he my patron saint. In that vein, I shall close for today as I began. Not my fault. She made me do it. Quaint, no? (3 Comments |Comment on this)