See that line of bone on the left that goes discontinuous, above the ankle? It’s not supposed to do that. And the two bones, offset on the right-hand side of the picture? They’re supposed to line up.

This is the bottom fracture and displacement on my right leg. The upper fracture is mostly just a v-shaped crevasse through the bone, and is harder to see, unless it’s pointed out to you. So I decided not to include that pic in my post.

Yep. I lost focus at a crucial moment earlier today.

I was leaving Harvey Washbanger’s after doing my clothes this afternoon, and I just plain got impatient and turned to the right out of the parking lot, too hard and too fast, and forgot that I had forty pounds of mass behind me that I normally don’t, and that therefore my center of gravity was different, and that therefore, also, I didn’t have much margin for error when fucking up.

It was a low-side, as they’re called, where you ride the bike down. That’s the good one. High-sides, where you flip over the handle-bars, are the bad ones. They kill you or give you brain damage.

Further good news: Weirdly, magically, I was wearing all of my gear. As I will henceforth. I had my helmet, my leather jacket, my leather gloves, my ankle-protecting boots. Without them, I’d have gone to the emergency room in an ambulance, and the breaks would have been much worse, and less lonely. As it is, I have no injuries other than the ones mentioned above. My head did not crunch into a new shape.

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In keeping with my emerging tradition of posting a video while contemplating my Sunday post, here’s one that shows how science education would look if us Goddam Hippies got control of the process.

You’ve got to have a little patience with the straight guy in the tie, for about three minutes, then the real learning begins. I promise this — you will be both smarter and more stoned by the time you finish this video.

From the blurb for the vid on YouTube:

On an open field at Stanford University in 1971, several hundred students convened to undulate and impersonate molecules undergoing protein synthesis by a ribosome. A few were trained dancers, wearing costumes and colored balloons to identify their roles; most were recruited with the promise of fun and refreshments.

But make no mistake: despite the flower-power feel and psychedelic strains of the “Protein Jive Sutra,” this is serious science. The narrator is Nobel laureate Paul Berg, who explains the process in a prologue that introduces the leading players, such as 30s Ribosome, mRNA, and Initiator Factor One.

EDIT: I’m having a weird sense of Deja Vu, especially because I don’t remember where I got the link. Have we done this one before? A quick search of EOB doesn’t find it.

In either case, I blame the drugs.