Come up to meet you, Tell you I’m sorry, You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, Tell you I need you, Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions, Aww let’s go back to the start.

There seems to be quite the furor over the ‘meaning’ of the song on the internet. Some say it’s about a love - some say it’s about a career - I have another idea. I believe that the song The Scientist by Coldplay was written about me, Jacob Sanford, and my struggles through the PhD program. You may argue - and if pressed I will give supporting evidence - but for now it’s probably best if you accept what I have said as truth and move on.

And doing so (but keeping along the same lines) - I have only recently been realizing lately that soon enough when someone asks me I do, I may have to start considering “I’m a Scientist” as an answer. Without any doubt this response would evoke Ross Geller - a - la - ‘Friends’ dweebox sentiments on the part of the askee, but I suppose I have to begin to accept such this as part of life. I mean there could be worse answers to that question - “I’m Stephen Harper’s son” for example.

Whoah-Ho! I promised long ago that I’d keep politics out of this blog. And I will. From now on - I double promise.