the dma lives!
And I probably just jinxed it just by writing this. I'm getting so superstitious about this machine that I'm steps away from needing lucky underwear and doing incantations before each run.
the end of summer party
I'm a little slow to post about it, but we had an awesome end-of-summer BBQ at my house last week to celebrate the end of the undergraduate's internships with me. And how do biologists end the summer? In incredibly dorky fashion - by playing "band the song sparrow", "floy tag the bass" and "regrow the newt tail"*. My interns did a great job helping to make the playing boards (totally pivotal use of internship hours...). Although adults outnumbered children playing the game by about 4 to 1, we were luckily at a major disadvantage due to height and alcohol consumption.
*yes we were all a little confused about the last one, but it seemed like after summers of cutting off salamander tails for science, it seemed nice to pretend that we could put them back together.