I had a phone interview with the first candidate for my postdoctoral opening at Stanford this morning. What a bizarre experience that was. I'm looking for someone to synthesize targeted imaging agents for positron emission tomography (PET) imaging, something that involves a lot of chemistry of radioactive isotopes. The candidate was more than qualified for the job, no doubt. The unqualified elements in this conversation were me and my interviewing skills. I kept hearing myself and thinking, "when the hell did you become an authority figure?" When Stanford hired me i guess, like it or not. Despite my negative portrayal, the interview actually went quite well. My awkward ascent to professor continues.

I had no idea i listened to The Jam so much. Perl kicks ass.

June 19. Hmm? Oh, no reason.

Veronica and i watched a couple of movies on cable over the last week or so ... The Family Man sucked balls, but then i'm not really a Nick Cage fan and i think Tea Leoni is the antichrist. We both got a good laugh out of the sheer idiocy of Rock Star. I listened to metal in high school, and still recall it fondly as evidenced by a metal nostalgia session with Rob, Roo, and Bill two weeks ago (full of Slaughter, Skid Row, Winger, and Guns 'N' Roses). But this movie was so flat out dumb it was laughable. Perhaps the most entertaining part came during the closing credits when they surprised Marky Mark during the filming of one of the concert scenes by piping in "Good Vibration". The lone star of our recent viewing was Legally Blonde. Veronica coerced me into watching it. I'm not so keen on Reese Witherspoon and really wasn't expecting to enjoy it, but the movie was totally likeable. We'll be dropping into Legally Blonde 2: Red White and Blonde soon, i'm sure.