Waiting on Neurons

I am waiting for my neurons to do what neurons do. Process the drugs I gave them, and hopefully give me the results that I want. Mostly, I am waiting to fix them so I can go eat my lunch and browse my daily dose of blogs. Lab work can be so frustrating. My favorite part used to be analyzing data to see if your results support your hypothesis, but recently I have been dreading it. For a while I was just performing experiment after experiment and amassing a crapload of data, but that doesn't work very well. Especially when you finally analyze your data and find that you had your result last month, 4 experiments ago. Or more commonly, you have been doing your experiment the wrong way for months. But back to my neurons, they should be ready in ten minutes.

So in the meantime, I am posting my first blog entry ever. This is pretty hard, especially since I'm not sure who I want to direct my comments to?

Anyway, I am in the middle of reading this great novel by the Turkish writer, Orhan Pamuk, titled My Name is Red. I get to the middle, about page 149, and the next chapter sounds oddly familiar. Is this the same chapter from before, or is this some element of style? I glance at the page number, and I am back to page 115. Closer inspection shows that I have 2 copies of pages 115-149, and worst of all, pages 149-195 are nowhere to be found. Darn! What should I do? Since it is a mystery, I don't really want to skip 50 pages of rising action. Oh well I'll keep you posted.