degringolade

Somebody stopping by to terrorize the sparrows and finches

I am spending time pondering a lot of things of late. Luckily, I have never tried to maintain the obligatory optimism that seems to be de rigueur per our corporate masters. I have always been suspicious of good times and spent time making hay while the sun shines. Granted, by the standards of my peers, I have been less than successful, but overall, I am not all that discontented.

I think that the society of which I am a part is getting ready to shit itself. Now, there is a modern word in the new lexicon “sharted”. This simply defines something that near everyone has experienced in their lives, a fart gone wrong. It is my opinion that this simple neologism is a close analogy of the process that our society is preparing for. It ain’t gonna be pretty, but it ain’t gonna the end of the world.

Dug out some old temperature loggers from the lab. Trying to calibrate the seed mat and controller combination. Here is the first crack at the process. Despite all of the “experts” out there who swear by the magic number of 87℉, most of the scholarly articles seem to point out that >90℉ maximizes growth of Rhizopus oligosporus. Since I am improvising my temperature control, I need to work out the settings of the seed mat and several dish towels that comprise the system. No there yet, but I am getting closer.