Archive for February, 2011

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who’s a candidate?

February 17, 2011

I’m a candidate!  BOO-YEAH.

This bad boy was in my mailbox when I got home from lab just now. Please ignore the photography and photo-editing fail.

Now, back to our regularly-scheduled programming of a nap while waiting for the pain meds and decongestants to kick in (day five of some kind of sinus-exploding death cold).

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if this is february in georgia, we’re in for it

February 9, 2011

Because I don’t know what’s good for me, or, well, I do, but I often choose to ignore it, I’m not sleeping, but am posting on here.  Quickly, though, because I just want to share a prime photograph with you, plus inform you that pictures are up on my picasa page, if you track it.

I got bit by a mosquito. In February. Yes. And shush, I know I'm being ... artistic ... with my grammar there.

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things i don’t like: the too-much-to-do edition

February 8, 2011

Today, I woke up on the floor of a farmhouse in northeastern Georgia, at 5 a.m. eastern.  My plane departed a sunny day in Atlanta at 9 a.m. eastern, and touched down in Denver half an hour late in light snow and single-digit temperatures at 11 a.m. mountain time.  The RTD bus back to my neighborhood was an hour late.  I made hot chocolate, frozen potstickers, took a shower and started writing a 15-page paper that’s due at 6 p.m. tonight.  I give a presentation on this same paper (finished on the plane) also at 6 p.m.  it’s now 4:43 p.m., and I’m blogging because I don’t have to.

I have a pile of correspondence and a journal manuscript that needs my final approval in my inbox.  I have to lead a workshop in my journalism class (hah, like I know anything about journalism) at 9 a.m.

I want a nap so badly it hurts.

Oh, and I’m moving to Athens.  More on that later … after a nap, or six.

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my research is easier than your bureaucracy

February 2, 2011

Dear physics department,

You offer thesis-track master’s degrees.  I know this because there’s a detailed page about it on your website.    Why don’t you know it?

Please know this in the future.  It would make my life a lot less difficult.  You have no idea, department, how hard it is to get you to sign forms and approve processes that you’re not aware exist.  They do exist!  I know they exist, the graduate school knows they exist, your goddamn website knows they exist!  Please, please, please learn that they exist so that I don’t get strangled by (apparently invisible) red tape.

Also, if one more professor looks at me in shock and says, “Why don’t you just do Comps II?  I’ve never heard of anyone writing a thesis before,” that professor is likely to meet an untimely death by paper cut.  Yes, department, I am threatening to paper cut someone to death with the form I’m trying to get them to sign, and don’t you dare think I’m bluffing.  It will take a long time, but my rage is fierce and I am dedicated.  I am not doing Comps II because I would rather write a thesis, and my (non-departmental) advisor thinks it’s a good idea too.  It is that simple, and it is not any of your concern, because you offer a goddamn thesis-track master’s degree.

Please die.

Love, Lady Quantum