In Which I Press My Nose Against More Virtual Glass

Bus-envy is not common, at least not
Amongst the saner people whom I know.
I would include myself within that lot,
Except today, when gladly I would go
And squeeze myself on board Bus Number Three
(Or One: I won't play fav'rites), with my friends
A-touring Kennedy Space Center. See,
Another NASA Tweetup's on again!
And Summer Ash and Kelly Hickman are
Both kickin' it with Miles O'Brien's crew
And many other Space Tweeps. I am far
Away, but there in spirits, there with you.
Winos for NASA, here's to you: clink clink.
And FSMspeed to Atlantis! Drink!

Sonnet Commission: In Which The Neurobiology Of Olfaction Is Considered

Each odorant has its own special touch,
'Gainst the olfact'ry epithelium.
Receptor proteins like them very much
And bind to each of them, just as they come
(Not picky 'bout which ligands, these; they'll take
To many kinds). Then neurons will transduce
The activation into zaps, which make
A trip to the olfact'ry bulb. Obtuse
As yet to what you're smelling, now,
The signals go up axons until at
The glomerulus, mitral cells choose how
(Or through what brain bit) you will know what that
Smell is: the piriform cortex does best,
But others may help, too, ere you may rest.