Yes, I'm a Chemist

January 29

Surely I am a romantic… I try to make sense out of a senseless world. There is no absolute law, right, wrong reason for anything. We are savages; no different today than 50,000 years ago. I feel desire and try to channel it. Why is singing so wonderful? Why does love, which may not exist at all, seem so right sometimes? Why am I not doing chemical thermodynamics?

February 7

I think of me and what I want. Nothing is simple. Friends are what I want. I'll wait for them. They are out there. There are good people.

If people would only be what they are and not be a collection of other people's expectations. To be sure I am doing things that will be respected by others and that may be much of the reason I am here. But my essence is my own. How can it be much else? I spend my time alone.

March 4

On the purpose of life: Professor G. at Glassboro thinks there is no reason for life and that the purpose is to discover the laws of nature. I like that. Find out why and how we tick.

March 20

Perhaps without dreams we would learn very little. Our thoughts must be so rigid so we can endure everyday life. In order to learn we must be able to dream, like Kekule, who suggested hydrocarbon rings.

March 29

More lyrics: a blues tune.

Wheatstone Bridge

I'm gonna cross that Wheatstone Bridge

I'm gonna cross that Wheatstone Bridge

I can feel no resistance

I'm too persistent I'm gonna cross that Wheatstone Bridge

I'm gonna plow that crystal field

I'm gonna plow that crystal field

When I think of those complex ions

I can't stop a-cryin'

I'm gonna plow that crystal field

Well you may think I'm crazy

And you may think I'm lazy

Well, I know this sounds funny

Like my brain's a little runny

I'm gonna fly that XY plane

I'm gonna fly that XY plane

I'd join the foreign legion

To fly that plane Cartesian

I'm gonna fly that XY plane

Well you may think I'm crazy

And you may think I'm lazy

Well, I know this sounds funny

Like my brain's a little runny

I'm gonna cross that Wheatstone Bridge

I'm gonna cross that Wheatstone Bridge

I can feel no resistance

I'm too persistent

I'm gonna cross that Wheatstone Bridge

March 31

I feel good right now. I feel like I could do research, and that it would be fun. I'm doing all right here. I've passed all my qualifiers. I can skip German III. It's true I did rather poorly on that thermodynamics test I just took, but that was my own fault. I could have done better. Maybe there is life after chemistry after all.

April 5

[I was beginning to think that I would become a Ph.D. chemist.  I would soon decide on a mentor who would guide me through my studies.  Excited by my incipient decision, I wrote the following song.  

This is my favorite kind of song.  I'm not referring to chord sequence, melody or rhyming structure.  A great song for me is one that comes from so deep inside my head that I don't even understand it until later.  The fanciful nature of the lyric should have told me that I was perhaps not ready to seriously focus on one aspect of chemistry.  Also, verse two can only be a vision of my future when I will walk down the street in a small town in Togo.  Eerie.]

Yes, I'm a Chemist

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He walked with his head high and so goes the fable

With him he carried a periodic table

He knew all the isotopes that were stable

Yes, but the people would stare as he walked down the street

And he'd say to the people he'd meet

Yes, I'm a chemist

The townspeople all knew him and he knew all their names

He talked to the children and joined in their games

The farthest thing from his mind was his fame

Yes, but the people would stare as he walked down the street

And he'd say to the people he'd meet

Yes, I'm a chemist

And chemists are people too

A chemist will look after you

Yes, yes, I'm a chemist

This man was secure with his humble profession

He was full of compassion and had little aggression

His periodic table was his only possession

Yes, but the people would stare as he walked down the street

And he'd say to the people he'd meet

Yes, I'm a chemist

And chemists are people too

A chemist will look after you

Yes, yes, I'm a chemist

Yes, yes, I'm a chemist


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