The Grinder

Slowly rotating, grating together with the banshee screeching of metal on metal, the iron spike covered 55-gallon drums of The Grinder glisten with the sweat, blood, and tears of many a dedicated student. Many things can summon The Grinder from its ethereal home in the Jungian Dark side of our minds: stress, exhaustion, boredom, monotony, and sometimes even over-excitement. Once so summoned, it requires great dedication or a quick change in circumstance to banish it once again to the inky blackness of its domain...

So, I feel like it has been a bit of busy monotony lately. I guess routines have a habit of feeling that way. It's not so much that the work is difficult or even boring, but rather that it is the same. Plus, I feel like my worry valve is over-pressurizing. I shouldn't be worried about Stephyn, my data, or any of the stuff going on for this project, but there still remains something firing that cylinder.

As far as the research goes, I am fairly impressed with the results of our tests. Stephyn has out tested all of our taste solutions requiring me to make more. He has out tested the smell tests. He has done very well on the sound testing. The only thing that seems inconsistent is the touch tests (two point discrimination), but the experimental procedure is fairly inaccurate to begin with, so I would expect those results to vary wildly. Aside from the touch data, if these levels of aptitude are maintained, then I think we may have some seriously good data to present.

I guess there isn't much more to tell beyond that. Hopefully, The Grider will fade back from whence it came once this blindness phase is over. I think things will be a bit easier next week.