August 2007 Archives
I just gave a group meeting, i.e. I presented my research from the past 6 weeks. Total trainwreck... at least the last half hour. My advisor asked me to go over the mechanism of the polymerization that I that I was talking about and my heart dropped to my stomach. It's not a feeling that you get very often and one of the worst you can feel. It's worse than the sinking guilt or the irreversible mistake. Here you are, standing in front of your colleagues, and you know that you are about to be exposed something of a fraud. He proceeded to talk me through the mechanism and I showed little to no chemical knowledge, most exemplified by my incorrect drawing or isopropanol. This is something that a freshman in chemistry knows, this is something that an average joe walking down the street might know; here I am a second year grad student and I couldn't produce. My oral exams are in less than a year and if I offered up that kind of performance I would be laughed out of the department. Anyway, just thought I'd share my story; I was totally embarrassed in front of those that I'd most like to have respect me, so maybe the reader of this blog will feel better about himself having read my doleful woeful saga.
Don't worry too much about me though, as with most of my failures this one was a little larger in my head than in reality, though not by much. I did get some comfort from my fellow labmates, along with their assurance that it wasn't so bad but who can tell if that was just pity. The one who's opinion I respect most didn't say anything and avoided eye contact as if he was too embarrassed for me or by me to talk. Guess I need to hit the books.
Fucking cathartic
Don't worry too much about me though, as with most of my failures this one was a little larger in my head than in reality, though not by much. I did get some comfort from my fellow labmates, along with their assurance that it wasn't so bad but who can tell if that was just pity. The one who's opinion I respect most didn't say anything and avoided eye contact as if he was too embarrassed for me or by me to talk. Guess I need to hit the books.
Fucking cathartic
The football season is upon us! Is there really any better season than fall for sports? Your thoughts?
Bonus question: Texas coach Mack Brown or cult leader imploring you to get on his spaceship?
Bonus question: Texas coach Mack Brown or cult leader imploring you to get on his spaceship?
Continue reading Are You Ready For Some Football.
Anyone else find this thing hugely disturbing? See the Gizmodo review, and possibly worse pictures here.
I had a dream that I was following a friend around the loop here in Chicago and my eyes were stuck together from being asleep (even in the dream) but I could see that we were pulling into a station. I asked "what stop is this?" and the friend told me it was "Gourmet." What does this mean?
For those midwestern foodies out there:
For those midwestern foodies out there:
A friend and I were discussing our old Magic: The Gathering hobby and picking out our favorite cards. I'd love it if there were more to it than that, but that's god's own truth. You'll find my picks below:
Continue reading Favorite Cards: Black.
Most track sports have a single defined action: sprinters sprint, hurdlers hurdle, pole vaulters vault. Here's a sport, a wild crazy sport, that has two distinct sections of competition which are almost opposites. The video is oddly fascinating to watch; who thought people going so slowly would be so interesting. Is this more interesting than a pure one lap sprint would be?
Can you tell me what this is for?
Here I am on a family vacation, somewhat bored for the first time this wee, perfect time for some blogging... The whole dynamic of the family get together has been altered. I used to be the youngest cousin but now all of my cousins are having children so we've had 5 kids under the age of 3 running around all week. Our family has gone from staying up till all hours, having a few drinks to going to bed at around 10:00 after having a few less drinks. It's really a shame but one of those things that's not worse, just different. Not having much experience with babies, it's interesting to see my cousins' personalities being adopting by their children, it's evident even as young as 2 years old. Also, though I still don't enjoy holding babies (It's like someone offering to let you drive their new Bentley when they don't even know if you have a drivers license), this trip has given me some interesting insight into parenthood which I can hopefully use at some point later in life.
P.S. Candy Bars!
P.S. Candy Bars!
