The Marriott I am staying at in Clearwater has a rather strict internet filter.
I was able to check my e-mail yesterday but today there is apparently something new in my inbox tripping up NetNanny. Perhaps someone has used some ah, colorful language in an e-mail to me?
To test this hypothesis: ####. ####. #######. ##########. ####. Motherfucker. Tits.
After posting, I will attempt to visit my own blog.
Other than the annoyingly puritanical computer amenities (apparently the Marriott is very concerned that, god forbid, I might not pay-per-view for my ####) all is well.
Science is cool. I have a lot of biotech company swag. I'm showing my poster tomorrow.
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I remember reading about how in certain parts of Asia and in Macedonia, people use cormorants to catch fish.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
The fisherman uses a ring or tie on the bird's neck so it won't be able to swallow the fish it catches.
Every seventh fish the fisherman has to give to the cormorant or else the bird will stop fishing.
And if I remember correctly, after a few years, the cormorant won't fish for the fisherman any more.
The cormorant would rather starve than lose all but the seventh fish.
Except maybe that last part isn't true.
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