The Weak in Review 10/05/99
Tom, who recently left the Marzluff Lab to help his
MD wife set up practice in the mountains, is a father as of last week.
The kid's name is Griffith Ingledue. He might as well have
his name legally changed to "Kick Me". I don't think Daryl and his
other brother Daryl at Appalachian Area Elementary are going to take kindly
to a kid named Griffith Ingledue who talks like a yankee and reads on his
own. Flash forward to age 7:Daryl #1: "Hey Florence
GRIFFITH Joyner, I hope yer as fast as the lady yer named after, cuz if
I ever kitch you, it'll be a dang lucky thing that both yer parents is
doctors.
Daryl#2: "Listen here Flo Jo Ingleberry:
as a pers'nal favor to yer Mamma fer fixin' my goiter, I aint gunna keel
you t'day so long as you fetch me up some more'a that shine from yer daddy's
still. Now git on and beat it b'fore I change my mind.
Daryl 1 & 2 [as Griffith runs off]:
"Ruuuhn Floorence, ruuuhhnn."
Picking on a two-week old from the
safety of the internet: it doesn't get much better than this.
Speaking of Tom, Fordham Hall will lose another grizzled
veteran at the end of this week when Hippy Joe takes off for MIT.
I think this calls for a PHD Films presentation:
More so than anyone else, it
is the in-the-field general known as the "postdoc" to whom we turn for
leadership when, in lab or in life, we ourselves must answer the call to
battle.
In the Arctic confines of
the coldroom he stands alone, breath pouring from his flared nostrils in
a slow-motion fog as, refusing to accept defeat, he re-runs his protein
column. Undaunted, he strides over the lab softball infield,
its all-dirt expanse scorched and hardened, waves of heat rising about
him from the dust like flames from the fires of hell itself.
Like a gunslinger of the old West, he faces unflinching the awesome
300 watt glare of the overhead projector. Poised as a matador, he
stands firm amid the swarming onslaught of the Drosophila Melanogaster.
From grueling overnight experiments
to bone-crushing nights of drinking, from savage bosses who refuse to yield,
to firey women who defy all logic, these time-tested warriors have run
the gauntlet of human experience and emerged as champions. Hippy
Joe, Tom: we salute you.
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