Well, whaddayaknow; I'm back out of the hospital, out of bed, and now back at work. I used this time to rest and do nothing, so in some weird timely matter, this broken appendix came at an oppertune moment; I really needed a break from it all.

Now those who know me knows that I can't sit still without my brain flinging itself against mountains of ideas and thoughts, and such happened quite a lot. Some were fueled by books I read, others by having a good think about life, universe and everything. I'm sure a lot of these thoughts will accumulate themselves here on the blog in the time to follow. But before then, I'd like to point you to a book that I read while lying low;

Bill Bryson's is just that; a quick summary of 'how we got to this point' in science, asking the simple question 'How do we know how old the earth is?' If you didn't get excited by the inner workings of proteins and cells and atoms and animal collecting and rock analysis and bone structure and all that jizz at some earlier stage, this book just might change all that. It may not be accurate, but it sure as hell makes a good and fun read of some of the traditionally most boring stuff known to man.