Teaching the molecule to behave,
The liquid to express itself,
The emulsion to be stable
Requires energy and kindness.
Kind science, respectful scientist, grow soothing results.
In a few instances the poem is your hand.
You show the play,
You teach the actors,
Your script holds for history.
Your diary in the pocket,
Your labbook on the desk,
Your files in the cloud ☁,
Are the characters and humorists telling your version,
Speaking your life.
Remember them on the journey,
Feed them accuracy,
Hold them by hand.
Working in the lab means you have to change your behaviour to ensure safety and reproducibility.. .but this extends to so many other aspect. Who would dhave said that your clothing should also change? In this series I will show a few ideas of what working in the lab really means.
Fatty and hot,
It is hard to contain.
Sticky like rubber
It is tough to touch.
Proteins and fat melting away
Demanding special containers
Of shape and weight very characteristics.
Juggling jolly journeys of juxtapositions
I have been thinking about the poem Women only and how strong is the last verse. It turned into a badge by itself, almost!
Your analysis is tedious,
Your topic of no relevance for me and
Your reasoning selfish.
Your science microcosmo is too personal
To deserve attention.
Radiant and ready to explode,
My best status comes when I am alone.
More than complete, my joy passes the brink
And pulls me forward.
Small butterflies take off when hungry,
Food made with simplicity
And new challenge tickle my stomach.
Stay happy, feed the Hunger.