Back off, man. I'm a scientist.

The proverbial fecal coliform bacteria is starting to hit the fan, if you know what I mean. And if you're in my tutorial, you certainly do. Here's to hoping this weekend is a productive one. With the endless sources of madness that Harvard provides for distraction, I'm sure it will be no problem.

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So far in my new pilates kick (and if USA Today says it's not just for women, well, that's good enough for me), the instructors have been relaxed and cautious, erring on the side of safety rather than risking anyone's back or neck. I came to assume they would all follow this pattern, playing soothing elevator music and encouraging personal breaks to whomever needed them. This all changed on Tuesday morning, though, with the pilates Drill Sergeant from hell - that is, Hemenway. With heavy beats and percussion blasting at 8:30AM, I heard, "Hey! You there - keep it up! Don't stop! Up! Up! Up!" and realized that it was the start of an incredibly crappy day. Give me Kymberlee, sun salutations, downward dog, and Cristina (sigh...) any morning.

1508 had another great week, with a fantastic speaker this afternoon and a totally inspiring video clip reinforcing Tal's Wednesday lecture. Nearly as awesome was learning my new favorite kick - the spinning jump back kick.