Two weeks ago, I spent the weekend with my sister and her family in Rapid City, South Dakota. Her husband, Justin, is a realtor. He is also a diva. Don't get me wrong -- I love Justin. We bond over the Denver Broncos, coffee, history and teasing my sister. We get along great. But when Justin gets sick, the world gets sick.
It was in the preparation of Sunday morning breakfast that Justin stumbled into the kitchen, saying, "I feel like I'm going to violently throw up."
Logically, I yelled, "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
My sister said, "Honey, go back to bed."
Justin stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do. Both comments were clear: Get away from us. So, he replies, staring at the floor, "The couple I showed the house to yesterday had flown through Dallas. Maybe I have Ebola."
I glanced at my sister. He was joking, right?
"Justin, go to bed," my sister shook her head, turning back to the Belgian Waffle Maker in front of her.
I always wondered what type of people panicked about the media-hype of things such as Ebola. Apparently, he was standing in front of me, grasping his stomach and staring at the floor.
Odd.
Government funding. Everyone knows that it happens -- No one knows where exactly it comes from. I enjoyed the second piece, "The Crisis of Big Science." God knows i would spend 75 pounds on a an experiment to discover the atomic nucleus. Working for BLM the last few years, I have been completely frustrated with the idea behind federal funding. With it, it brings confusion, red tape, and rules. GAH.
What I liked about this article was that it wasn't afraid to point out those funding difficulties. Let's talk about the elephant in the room. HOLLA.
