Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
lol that awkward (first) moment when the post intended for my private tumblr goes public and then I promptly move it and hope no one knows what I’m talking about.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
we are starving
"oh my GOd there are TWO gay characters in this movie lets watch it"
"dude dude dude we have to see it it has a queer girl”
"I heard this movie has non-sexualized female character”
"ok I know it only has one girl but she is written like an ACTUAL PERSON!!"
"THERE IS A TRANS CHARACTER"
"so its not canon but if you squint I think this character is asexual”
"and get this the gay character is actually not white”
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
mentoring lesson #1,783,901,456:
overwhelm your research student—who no longer works in your lab, who is visibly and mentally overwhelmed with md/phd secondary applications. trust her anyway with the responsibility of a first author publication.
you know, just general advice.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
I JUST WANT TO DO COGNITIVE SCIENCE OKAY
I CAN’T NARROW DOWN MY LIST
I CAN’T APPLY TO 29 MD/PHD PROGRAMS
WHY ARE THESE SCHOOLS EVERYTHING I WANT
I HAVE SECONDARIES
For all my history of love, which coincided with my history of her, an exquisitely porous membrane lay between the mundane and the deeply ecstatic. She’d only needed to caress me, even send me a glance down the length of a room, and pure ardor bloomed. The transit from reading the paper or taking a shoe off or draining a glass to the howl of titanic passion was no transit at all. Now for the first time I experienced delayed, obstructed passion as it stubbornly burned its way toward me through a lacquer of fear. What was I afraid of? Losing her. What alone quelled that fear? Having her. So the woe and its cure locked their horns, each gaining what inches the other gave up, until finally my cure muscled forth and I wailed and shook in her arms. But afterward as we languorously dressed the forewarning stayed with me.
Susan Choi, “My Education”