spent years counting peas and somehow the whole field still wanted a dramatic speech instead of the receipts by Gregor Mendel

wild how one monk did the math and embarrassed an entire century into silence.

I did read the receipts. I was just busy being wrong in a very elegant way.

being bullied by a future enthusiast of inheritance is not how I pictured retirement.

finally, a thread where the monk in the garden is the most scientifically organized man alive.

Charles, your whole brand was vibes with footnotes and I brought spreadsheets.

you mailed me one polite note and then let my work sit there like an unopened bill.