the non competitive inhibitor gooses the enzyme (ew!), or the tutor gets tutored

I sang her praises too soon. She cut off part of my eyebrow while trimming my bangs. Oh well! I still love her.

This week has flown by with baby-sitting, tutoring, and also, I've been grading papers for my sister. She had to give me a tutorial on what I was grading and I think I can say that I never could've been a science major.

I'm worried about my abuelos. I think they're trying to leave the party early. Then who will take care of the dads?

"Ok, I am not giving you blunt bangs because you'll look like you're four" - Jimmy

I can't wait to get my hair cut tomorrow. I always feel better after a haircut. Unless it's a bad one. But I've found the perfect stylist who does exactly what I want every time. In Baltimore, I had a very sassy stylist named Jimmy. Actually, I shouldn't say he was mine because he seemed to not remember me every time, and I never bothered to remind him that we'd met before. Am I really that invisible to people, or is it because I'm good at looking different all the time? The other day a library worker pushed his cart of books right into me like I wasn't even there. Oh, but back to Jimmy. Even though he did not know my name and he would not always give me exactly what I wanted, I do miss his fingertips brushing against my neck while he cut my hair. Just thinking about it gives me goose bumps! Once, Meg came with me to a hair appointment and watched, and read my thoughts.

One of my favorite Jens songs is about his hairstylist.

I'm home.

New York was so fun. I was glad I got to see Danit as much as I did, and it was especially great to see my nephew and dress him as a lion for Halloween.

I came home from the chilly New York weather just in time for another southern California heat wave! Yesterday I went for a bike ride at the beach and you could see the brown smog sitting perfectly on the horizon, and at the other end of the beach was the fog. Or maybe more smog? Maybe I was riding right through it.