.05 microseconds of baldspot fame

Today the moving out process has completed. Stereo system... sold. Computer... dumped (after this). Clothing... trashed in an optimistic weight-loss fury.

It's funny. Four years ago, when I got into MIT, I secretly said to myself, "Dev, if things go well, you might be telling your kids someday: 'Son, your mother and I met back when we were in college at MIT.'" Yeah, well that never happened. I now get to cling to the amusement of renewal of that quotation with 'UCLA' in MIT's place.

It's official, folks. I'm in 'Nature,' the premier publication for biologists everywhere. And though my research isn't in the journal, and though my name isn't printed anywhere, I'm going to take pride in the fact that the back of my head is in the most prestigious journal in science:

Yes, that bald spot waiting to happen is my glorious self. They wrote an article on the AFI thing I went to. Much to my parents' chagrin, I didn't rush the journalists with an inkjet-printed business card, and so they didn't even quote me. Who knows... it could have resulted in that lexis nexis hit that I've always dreamed of.

Ok, well take care everyone. I've been better, I've been worse.