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In Need of Really BIG Lens Cleaner
Hi Ed! Thanks
for all your advice! I got a new Westcort script last week and it seems to
be helping. I've made the transition from Possible
Burn Victim to Possible Rosacia
Case, which is much more socially acceptable (how come the Rosacia
people have commercials? Where are our commercials?)
I went up to
Cambridge last weekend to arrange an apartment. Everybody I met was
awesome. They were so into my work that I didn't get asked about my skin
once (and I even wore shorts!) I'm in the engineering dept (I have a BS in
astrophysics — I want to design big telescopes when I grow up) and
everyone there is more interested in the various projects going on than
what people look like. (More so than the tutoring center where I work now.
Some of the parents look at me like I'm going to infect their
children with something awful. God forbid little Britney be exposed to
something like me!)
I love your
website. Being able to laugh
with other people who get the joke is great. -Christy D.
Response: First, please
forgive the headline. I
don’t know what’s gotten into me today.
Wow. I just this very
day finished Stephen Hawking’s most recent
physics-for-the-mathematically-challenged heavily illustrated read, The
Universe in a Nutshell. I
love to read physics for the lay-person, but I’m usually left so
zombied-out that I must immediately turn to something by Joyce Carol Oates
(current antidote, Middle Age).
As for our
commercials? At the moment the
pharms seem to think web sites are the way to go.
Every few years we get a wave of commercials, usually about OTC
remedies. They make us all mad
and for a few months we fume about the snake-oil salespeople and their
voodoo cures. Then the
commercials subside and eventually, rising up out of the quiet is a wee
voice wondering where our advocates are....
It’s a cycle, you see.
exposure to parents of your charges at the day care center is probably
toughening you up for a life full of challenges you won’t ever have to
face. You’ll probably look
back on those day care center times as the toughest.
Or at least we can hope so. As
the female astrophysicist who designs the largest-ever terrestrial
telescope, a biographer might someday mention that, oh-by-the-way, she had
psoriasis, too, and a fan of yours will put palm to chin and think, “How
quaint. An imperfection, like
in the first set of lenses for the Hubble telescope.”
And while this
musing is going on we, the elders of FlakeHQ, will straighten our backs
and say proudly, “Oh yes! We
knew her even as she was entering Harvard, before she built the big spy
glass. She was one of us.”
Or, perhaps with backs not so straight, we’ll say, “We were
just like her.” Hmmmmm —