I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but my older brother Darren is the super smart, super sciency type. He is a PhD in Chemistry and doesn’t even make us call him Dr. Anderson. I took grade 11 Chemistry, got a fairly respectable B (mostly thanks to many panicked phone calls to my long-suffering brother at university) and have not spent any time since then advancing my knowledge of elements and other details relevant to that subject, so I tend to turn to him for answers to my Most Pressing Science Questions, such as those inspired by the time Chris and I were on our way back from a client meeting and passed a tanker truck carrying, at least according to the giant sign on the side, MOLTEN SULPHUR. This was surely the most interesting/dangerous cargo I have ever passed on the expressway around Kitchener-Waterloo and I had visions of the tanker overturning and us being engulfed in a lake of fire. Darren happened to call later that evening, so I relayed this experience to him and waited expectantly for him to share my terror/excitement.
Sadly, he did not. He informed me that molten sulphur actually isn’t that interesting and that it probably would have been more dangerous to be driving alongside a tanker carrying boiling water. I wasn’t entirely convinced and asked him to confirm that we weren’t, in fact, RISKING OUR VERY LIVES on the expressway earlier that day, and he sighed and said in a patient if slightly exasperated tone, “You know, Lauren, not all science is the EXPLODEY kind.”
This is not particularly relevant to anything at all, except I am departing tomorrow for vacation and wanted to leave you with something to read in case I don’t have much in the way of internet access/the inclination to blog, and I figured what better reading material to provide than an answer to the burning question that’s on everyone’s minds (i.e. Why is Lauren a writer, not a scientist?). Stay tuned for the next time I go away, when we’ll tackle the related topic of why I’m not an economist.