About Chemical Landscapes

Titles.

Titles are difficult to come up with, and I slaved multiple minutes over mine. And before you run in the other direction fearing for your life, bear with me: I was not acid tripping when I came up with mine. There are multiple reasons for every component of the title, and we will dissect it in more depth than when you dissected that fetal pig in high school biology.

Chemistry.

the kind of shapes you wish to never see again

I am currently a college student majoring in biochemistry and slaving through hours and hours of chemistry homework. And it sucks major benzene rings.

But for all of you English majors laughing in the corner at my choice of major/my incorrect use of the English language, I want you to remember that you wouldn't be here without chemistry. All kinds of chemistry, really. Molecular, inter-personal, fictional - chemistry is everything.

And beyond the chemistry I work with in school, and the kind I try to find with some eligible bachelors, chemistry has one more meaning to me. It's in my last name. Without divulging too much information, one of my parents' last names literally means chemistry. Chemistry is half of who I am.

Landscapes.

the french alps aka snow in july

Sure, landscapes are made of atoms and shit, I get it. And perhaps one too many chemists will stumble onto my blog trying to find the 3D structure of some crystalline solid. Whoops.

You will learn this sooner rather than later, I love views. Looking out at whatever is in front of me, I adore the open landscapes of nature and the crowded landscapes of cities, and everything in between. I'm sort of a big-eyed romantic.

And I live to travel. I cannot stress that enough. I'm a total geography, history, culture, and current events nerd, which means I get a sort of contact high every time I touch my passport. It gets weird.

But lastly, and cheesily, my other parent's last name means landscape. Ah, see, it's coming together now.

A Day in the Life.

sometimes i think in black and white

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe I wanted to spare my friends from listening to the endless stream of thoughts in my mind. Maybe I'm a narcissist who thinks what I have to say is worthy of publishing. One way or another, I thought I'd start a blog. You never know - maybe I'll become the next internet billionaire or something. That is up to you.

I will attempt to blog every day about something of interest (to me). And maybe in a 100 years when our great or great-great grandchildren wonder what life was like when polar bears existed and people used paper money, they'll dig this blog up and know. If not, it'll serve as my very public diary, a sort of antithesis to the 6th grade locked diary I had that I used for divulging my growing sentiments towards that cute boy in class.

Enjoy.