this insatiable curiosity I have about nearly all things has allowed me to amass more undergrad hours than a body ought to have but I CAN tell you what your dog's temp should be, name all the bones in your body- even those pesky hand bones, draw you an amino acid, distill my own gin,
write your term paper on Emily Dickinson, correct GW Bush's grammar- (well, shit who can't do that?) cast your broken leg, recite the 1st paragraph to Moby Dick and then write a lovely haiku about the whole mess...
