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Oct. 1st, 2007 01:02 pmThousand and one things I suppose I could talk about, but my mind's feeling all jumbled so I think I'll try to run through them quick. This post was going to be an update of all the important happens in the life of this Nella, but I ended up writing so much about the Stony Brook Human Evolution Symposium that I'll save the rest for another post.
( SUNY and Leakey and Lucy, oh my!...continue for a longish talk of all things physically anthropological. )
I had, however, a positively surreal moment at this symposium, and during the lunch break. The absolutely surreal moment of the day, however, was not just running into Captain Linzee--my high school sailing coach and a man who could put Thomas Jefferson to shame for living his life through a haze of bong smoke*--but watching Captain Linzee speaking with Professor Harrison (from NYU) over lunch. I think it broke my brain a wee bit, seeing two bits of my world collide over chicken curry and beef with broccoli. I almost wanted to warn Prof. Harrison to run while Linzee was taking a breath (much as I like the man, he does have a frustrating ability to talk another human being to DEATH), but Prof. Harrison seemed to be holding his own.
*When I was a junior in high school--or perhaps I was a sophomore--there was a chap at my school name Doug Bland. One day![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vengefulbuddha and I happened upon him outside--he was given a work suspension for some rule breaking or another--and we got to talking with him, cause he was an amusing and clever fellow. vengefulbuddha and I were both on the sailing team and had many a tale to tell of Captain Linzee's ability to live and reason outside of reality. To which Bland made note that that was because "Mr. Linzee lives his life through a haze of bong smoke". And considering the Captain is Jefferson only without the slaves (though, the alumni and current members of the sailing team might protest that), it is a sentiment I have often employed when discussing our third president.
( SUNY and Leakey and Lucy, oh my!...continue for a longish talk of all things physically anthropological. )
I had, however, a positively surreal moment at this symposium, and during the lunch break. The absolutely surreal moment of the day, however, was not just running into Captain Linzee--my high school sailing coach and a man who could put Thomas Jefferson to shame for living his life through a haze of bong smoke*--but watching Captain Linzee speaking with Professor Harrison (from NYU) over lunch. I think it broke my brain a wee bit, seeing two bits of my world collide over chicken curry and beef with broccoli. I almost wanted to warn Prof. Harrison to run while Linzee was taking a breath (much as I like the man, he does have a frustrating ability to talk another human being to DEATH), but Prof. Harrison seemed to be holding his own.
*When I was a junior in high school--or perhaps I was a sophomore--there was a chap at my school name Doug Bland. One day
vengefulbuddha and I happened upon him outside--he was given a work suspension for some rule breaking or another--and we got to talking with him, cause he was an amusing and clever fellow. vengefulbuddha and I were both on the sailing team and had many a tale to tell of Captain Linzee's ability to live and reason outside of reality. To which Bland made note that that was because "Mr. Linzee lives his life through a haze of bong smoke". And considering the Captain is Jefferson only without the slaves (though, the alumni and current members of the sailing team might protest that), it is a sentiment I have often employed when discussing our third president.
