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I mean…molecules.
Organic chemistry modeling is not fun in the conventional sense. There is something implicitly satisfying about constructing things: I think the building impulse is something humans (as well as ants, and I dunno, maybe magpies?) are programmed with. Something about the knowledge that you’re doing it as a constituent of learning makes it…different somehow. It’s as if instead of using your Legos to make that bitchin’ freeform castle, you were somehow also learning something about Gothic architecture. I don’t know that it makes it bad, but academia has been tethered to a kind of studious seriousness that keeps you from making explosion noises while the things in either hand “fight.”
I bought some old comics (late 70′s) today from a random street vendor. He was selling them on the cheap. I don’t know about whether these things have any value, strict monetary, collector, hermetically-sealed-chamber value, but they are undeniably worth something. Nothing makes me a kid again like reading comic books, older ones (I’m talking Silver Age Marvel) in particular. My dad has a whole shelf at home filled with Marvel Masterworks, hard-bound and recolored editions of the comics he read growing up. If he’s anything like me, he’s got a fountain of youth just waiting on that shelf. I just get caught up these things.
Plus I get to see Reed Richards possessed by someone called Molecule Man, resulting in a contender for silliest outfit (that’s Reed on top of the bus, for whatever reason).
Molecule Man. Hmm. I’ll be right back guys. I have to uh, model a scientifically significant item.