Yeah… so I'm at work, had I a window in my office (a.k.a. the cave) id probably see the rainy and thunder-stormy harbingers of the two upcoming hurricanes… (un-) fortunately there are no windows here… only door with a little section of safety glass that somebody looks through from the outside corridor now and then…
in the cave there is this mind-numbing, brainwashing, ear-desensitizing humming and whooshing of the industrial strength A/C apparatus … which is off a.t.m. , and yet still mind-numbingly noisy (I do not dare to turn it on)… A funny story with this AC happened recently:
the AC hangs off the ceiling, above a Macintosh workstation… about a week ago a square sheet of Metal broke off or, rather, detached itself (it was taped to the main unit with silver duck tape by whom and when? some questions are better left unanswered , left in the bliss of ignorance similar to the bliss protruding from the people who are supposed to “take care” of the infrastructure of my workplace…) and, had someone (for example me) been sitting at the workstation, directly below the AC unit… well I had an image of a guillotine's rusty blade falling down on some poor soul's neck, while I was watching from across the room, in unspoken terror, the piece of metal quickly descending to finally hit the floor with a bling-blang… oh well,
Together with the humming of several computers, and clicking of mouse by my temporary-office-mate, the sound-scape of my cave is just frustrating, aggravating, and, without an iPod, unlivable/unworkable… I only have my iPod for 2 weeks, and I've been in the cave for 3 years now, however…
The clock ticks slowly, getting me closer to another weekend at the constant rate of just one second at a time…
… I'm on the edge of my seat, anxiously awaiting an email with *gasp* MIME attachments (!!!) from the institute of Pasteur… I'm getting the results of FASTA search for some two 11-mers…
~sh