Now the wife has gone out for the evening; The kid's fast asleep in his bed; I head for the back room and turn out the lights, New ideas racing into my head. And I know that I ought to be stronger, And I know that it just ain't right, But my guilty pleasures are calling And it's gonna be a long dark night!
I have guilty pleasures and
back-room treasures
To keep me happy all night long
The devil take wine,
loose women and crime
Give me coffee, science and song!
inst. break
Now some men fancy loose women that they pick up in sleazy old bars; Some find escape in the juice of the grape, Some go racing in stolen fast cars. But just give me a tape of old folksongs, Black coffee as strong as it gets, A beautiful (mathematical) model and a manuscript or two And a terminal window onto the local cluster.
There's a two-meg stack of fresh data, Some math that I ought to wrap my head around The last revisions came in this evening Of a manuscript I've been meaning to send off Then maybe a round of debugging There's always something else wrong, If I don't fall asleep at the keyboard, I might just write a new song.
Well the wife went to bed around midnight; The kid'll be up before dawn. I might crash at my desk about lunch-time, But for now I'll just keep hackin' on. Now some men fall for fast women, for others the bottle's a curse; For me it's black coffee and science, And I can't tell you which one is worse.
Modified from Stephen Savitzky’s Guilty Pleasures
This is from the “Mario’s Entangled Bank” blog (http://pineda-krch.com) of Mario Pineda-Krch, a theoretical biologist at the University of Alberta.
