I love science

Ah, the burnt smell of an autoclave. The whir of the pipette gun motor. The soft, velvety wave of humity when you open the cell growth ovens. Most of all, I love the scientific method.

Witness Darwin.

(I don't really agree with the smug, condescending tone of the blog post, but hey, maybe I should be more righteous about the validity of science. Being post-modern about evolution hasn't seemed to work to well for me so far.)