I just can't resist telling this story. Being a messy person, I particularly like it. I think i read this in high school, in some book called ? microbe hunters? or something like that.
The guy who discovered penicillin - Alexander Fleming I think - used to work in his basement laboratory until late at night, and his lab was a total mess. His wife often brought him dinner which he ate at his debris-strewn desk. Under the scattered papers were old dishes with food remains, which he'd forget and would be hidden from view. One day, looking for something he found a dish of boiled potatoes, and noticed the molds - some were orange, some yellow, some red, some grey, all overlapping but there was a big green mold, and around it there was a centimeter of clear space, where no molds grew, actually cutting off the circles of teh other molds with a white mold-free ring. It was penicillin of course, and he thought, hey, if this kills the other molds, it might kill other micro-organisms, made a culture in his petri dish and started experimenting. Thanks to this slob, we have penicillin. I always tell people this when they're shocked at the state of my desk. Haven;t discovered anything yet, though. Lucky if i can even find my glasses :crazy:
anyway, penicillin doesn't grow on bread.
"Siduri said, 'Gilgamesh, where are you roaming? You will never find the eternal life that you seek...Savour your food, make each of your days a delight, ... let music and dancing fill your house, love the child who holds you by the hand and give your wife pleasure in your embrace.'"