Flutterings

I'm nitpicking that blurb about Gamow, even though it's not actually wrong

See, though, I enjoy this about you (and most of my friendlist, actually). Because there's "not actually wrong" and then there's different gradations of getting things right, and while I am willing to damn the torpedoes and facagowml when it comes to meeting deadlines, there are few things as sweet as truly nailing the facts/plot/rhymescheme/etc. into place. :-)

I really like that you like science.

The irony is that I'm dead inept at it. Microscopes defeat me (turns out my eyes don't work in stereo at all), calculus short-circuits my brain, and theoretical whifflings in any field leave me in a fog (be it physics, music, lit -- when Peter Wimsey said to the Warden that philosophy is a closed book to him, I totally knew what he meant). But it's all still pretty cool -- and because I'm so analysis/application-minded, in some ways I tend to connect with engineers and programmers much more readily than, say, other writers.

(Generalizing madly here, of course. Seeing that many of my friends inhabit both realms (and would indeed insist that sciences vs. humanities is a false dichotomy...)...)