I chose the research job instead of the education one. I know far more scientists who contribute to education on the side than teachers who research on the side, so I feel like this path will get me where I want to go more quickly.

Oh no, my latent impostor syndrome is flaring up.

The Blood Harvest - The Atlantic

The role horseshoe crabs play in a test for bacterial contamination… why are you reading this description when the title of the article is “The freaking Blood Harvest?”

mo-mtn-girl:

greatestprairiechicken:

greatestprairiechicken:

HOLY SNACK CAKES I GOT A JOB IN MY FIELD

:D

It’s kind of a great feeling isn’t it?

Great, yet terrifying? Like walking a tightrope…it doesn’t matter how much practice you do near the ground, eventually you’re all alone 100 ft up with the wind whistling in your ears.


But ultimately, yeah it’s awesome!!!

greatestprairiechicken:

HOLY SNACK CAKES I GOT A JOB IN MY FIELD

:D

HOLY SNACK CAKES I GOT A JOB IN MY FIELD

After what was probably an unsuccessful interview for a really cool job, I need to drink wine* til I’m giddy and watch every Big Fat Quiz available on YouTube.


*I feel I should mention the wine currently at my disposal is 40 years old. So fancy**

**No, actually it was found in the basement of an old man who died 5 years ago so it’s probably corked and haunted. Antithesis of fancy.

writeworld:

Writer’s Block
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

writeworld:

Writer’s Block

A picture says a thousand words. Write them.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!

I’m not dead.

But if I were, this post would be pretty cool/existentially terrifying. I realized I was googling Buzzfeed articles about Tumblr posts instead of just checking my own damned dash, which I haven’t done in quite awhile. So here I am.

Aaaaand, I’m out.

Photos from the Field Museum will resume after my downtown claustrophobia class war panic attack has subsided.

Thank god for Macklemore.

I am the countriest bumpkin in this place, decked out in Goodwill’s finest and a sweater I literally pulled out of a gutter. Hopefully the fancy people think I’m dressed ironically.