Monday, May 26, 2008
Gio calls Danny daddy half the time and Danny the other half. They sound the same. Danny is doing good in school. It's pretty much just like a job at this point. He's not in class this quarter so he goes in to lab at 8 or 9, works (runs gels, reads, freeze dries things, etc) and comes home at 5 or 6. Right now he is researching about the iridescence in squid skin. In learning about the chemistry of how the squid do what they do he aims to mimic their skillz and produce some type of optical device that will save the world. I totally read (and edited) his research proposal, but my recap is evidence of the fact that while everyday he goes to school and gets smarter and smarter, I stay home and listen to my brain atrophy through my ears. (I'm retarded.) Everyday at lunch time I load the boys and leftovers into the bike trailer and ride the 2 miles to his lab while listening to This American Life (thank you Da) or Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me (thank you Bekah) on my purple iPod shuffle. The boys inevitably fall asleep and Danny and I have a nice grown up picnic lunch together. We talk (election) politics or watch the non existent waves or I bumblingly recite all of my newly gained knowledge about testosterone (This American Life) and speculate about my own current testosterone levels and their many varying implications. Danny seems happy in school although when I say things like he's getting smarter and I'm getting dumber he says he feels like he's getting dumber. I guess the more you learn about one specific thing the more of your useful broad knowledge you lose. Or something like that.