Day 142: A Chemical Poem

I’m absolutely swamped with work. I’ve just gotten home (11:50 p.m.), coming straight from José Antonio’s place—he’s my lab mate—where we were finishing up some protocols. Before going to his place, we had our lab practicals (grueling, heavy, and painfully boring, with the supercomputer), which ran from 11 a.m. to 6:10 p.m. Before that, I had the class I’ve mentioned before. Yes, yes, the one that starts at 7:30 in the morning. The problem was that I had gone to bed at 3 a.m. the night before, since I’d left my colleague’s place at 2:30—still working on those protocols.

The point of this blog entry isn’t to seek pity or anything like that, but rather to share something funny that happened today. The supercomputer always prints out a quote at the end of a calculation, usually from Voltaire, Einstein, or other great thinkers. But today, buried among the thousands of numbers from an operation, this “poem” popped up. It really made me laugh, so here it is:

The joke lies in the pun: BENZENE sounds the same (or close enough) to BEEN SEEN.
So the last line can be read as “and since then she has never been seen.”