All six washing machines are filled. Maybe I am earlier than on past Sundays or maybe the place is busier? One of the machines was done, and feeling a little sheepish handling someone else’s clothing, I placed it on top…
I tell the tale of a preliminary, or pilot, experiment. The ‘sky’ comes in as I spend time looking out the window from my office. Sea too.
In which the week’s progress is recounted and as a bonus I invent a good term for calesthenics with numbers.
A quiet week at Woods Hole.
And fires get laid and lit at MBL with the summer projects begining.
In which the losses a text suffer from abbreviations and acronyms are chronicled.
In which the joys of numerical analysis are recounted. Learn about the amazing goScript.
In which a mighty watershed is crossed, from the headwaters of the experiment to the analysis catchment, and the many feelings this arouses described.
Where progress is made toward purifying cell walls.