April 10, 2008
I’m just some kid from Iowa whose boots are tied together with wire and whose dog got into rat poison yesterday.
But tonight, for your pleasure, I’m speaking at the Berkeley Ecology Center regarding the Light Brown Apple Moth.
It’s a rare ovcasion when somebody asks my opinion.
My life’s been a little turbulent the last few weeks, unravelling faster than I can weave, and so I really didn’t prepare anything to say. I’m thinking of titling my little lecture,
“LBAM: Not that big of a deal,” or:
“California: is a bunch of bullshit”
I don’t even know how these Berkeleyites got ahold of my name. I’m actually nervous. I won’t have time to clean myself up, and I’m dirty and need a shave and smell as I am: a slightly hungover, stressed-out, kind-of-broke, bachelor farmer who sweated a lot today. My ears are somewhat hairy.
One of my Mexican mentors at work gave me some good advice today. He asked, “y te pones nervioso cuando lo vas a meter?” (Do you get nervous before you stick it in?)
“Pues, es igual.”