tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125193592009-10-06T22:39:21.659-05:00And so our hero, with much sweat and caffeine, passed her qualifying exam. Thus begins the epic adventure to attain the ultimate goal: publishable data. Or a different job.Atalantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-67982224909479453062007-07-03T13:23:00.000-05:002007-07-03T13:28:30.860-05:00

And not that scary "I only have x number of years to attempt fulfilling my own existence by reproduction" internal clock. Nope, this is just the usual one, the one that tells you "hey, it's time to eat," or, "uh, no, sleeping time is NOW."I think I broke it.Why would I suspect such a thing you ask? (Waits). Well, because as of the time of this posting, I have been awake for a solid thirty one

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After being sick and sleeping for the better part of the weekend, it wasn't all that difficult to get up after SideShow shook me awake this morning around 5:30. AM. You know, that never talked about hour. I wandered around the house for a few minutes reconciling myself with consciousness, made a pit stop at DD on the way to work (mmm, coffee), and stumbled into the lab a little after six. Yet

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I've been suffering from a problem: self-censorship. And the result has been silence.Now, such a problem seems counterintuitive: the whole purpose of a blog, one reasons, is to spout out whatever topic appropriate (or not) thoughts happen to be bouncing around in said blogger's skull. However, there are some drawbacks to my situation, which may or may not be the average...People I know

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I have a confession to make, while I'm spinning down cells and lining up tubes for the day's experiments. I read your notebook. It was too tempting, sitting there on the counter the other night, watermarked and dog-eared as a testament to the places to which you'd toted it. I wasn't expecting it to be personal: the first few pages were crinkly scrawls of addresses.. Maine, Paris, Alabama. A

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A few months ago, I began a specialty blog that was doomed to failure: a training blog for an open water swimming event. Why was this doomed, as I say? For several reasons:It's a special interest blog. Prospective audience becomes much thinner.If my friends are my readers.... it's even thinner than that.How interesting is it to type workout after workout?And of course.. I'm lazy, so regular

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I'm a little overdue on posting, which is no big surprise.. it always seems to happen, especially when things get busy. So at some point, I'll blog about Boston, about Redwood's wedding, about Drama since then, and about the Bay Swim. Not necessarily in that order.This message will self destruct in five.. four.. three.. two...

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Too tired to write much tonight -- Lawnmower and I are going to Boston this weekend. Life is insane. I hate research. Amazon sucks.More on the last two tomorrow.

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I always feel a little bit wierd blogging about a restaurant, since I don't know much.. but here we go. The last time Sideshow and I went out to dinner in the new development at Maple Lawn, we were pretty disappointed in our experience; however, as the other restaurant in the shopping center isn't affiliated with that one, there's no reason (except some odd pavlovian-type conditioning) to

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Here's an article from Newsweek, titled How to Have a Healthy BBQ. It begins with common sense... undercooked food is bad, fruits and veggies are good, etc. Until the recommendations that totally ruin the point of a barbecue.How to Have a Healthy BBQA weekly look at the nutritional value, or lack thereof, of some of our favorite foods.WEB EXCLUSIVEBy Noelle ChunNewsweekUpdated: 4:17 p.m. ET May

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Does the title of this post give you reason to pause?There are very few magazines I subscribe too, because for the most part I don't have time to read them. Something that I found interesting enough to pay for eventually becomes stressful, because issues pile up high enough to make me feel as if I'm wasting my money. So in an effort to read them, I put them in the one place where people generally

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Halfway through a mug of coffee with breakfast (a cupcake! Shhh.) in my stomach, I'm finally starting to come awake. Bright light is now more than a haze, it's something clearer now, illuminating the long list of things I have to do today before I can finally crawl into bed. Like most days, a third that list will go neglected, either from circumstance or an indulgence of laziness.Most of it will

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I love to cook. When I have a hard day at work, I usually stop off at the grocery store, pick up a few items, and have a field day with one of the cookbooks in my library. This worked out well when the Teach was my housemate, as she also loves to cook. I did play around with food blogging, but... I don't know enough. And it got annoying.It's still fun taking pictures of food in restaurants

Atalantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-40224654278534716382007-05-18T10:01:00.001-05:002007-05-27T11:31:18.352-05:00

Cause when push comes to shove you taste what you’re made ofYou might bend ‘til you break, 'cause it’s all you can take.On your knees you look up, decide you’ve had enoughYou get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it offThen you stand--Rascal Flatts,"Stand"If you're still reading, and wondering why I'm starting a blog post with song lyrics (when I've vowed so many times that most people

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Why do people fixate on the 'normal' progression of relationships? Here's how it goes, according to our parents, Disney, and every issue of CosmoGirl out there...Boy meets girl.Boy and girl date.Boy and girl get engaged.Boy and girl get married.Rugrats soon to follow.What about the things before? In between? What about the people who don't fit this paradigm?People go on and on about the

Atalantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-547463781825715632007-04-24T10:16:00.000-05:002007-05-27T11:39:37.564-05:00

The nice thing about a blog is, when I neglect it, it doesn't bug me. It doesn't complain that I don't call, write, or email. It doesn't nag about how we never do anything any more, or about how I didn't even notice it's new shoes. Or whatever.So, in appreciation of how GradAdventures is still here, unvisited, unused, and taking up its own measure of space on the 'internets' I might just give

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Fire Rock Grill opened at the site of one of my favorite bars of all time, Last Chance Saloon, which folded several years ago: understand this was a real tragedy, because it was one of the last semi-gritty pub-type spots complete with pool, fabulously greasy and delicious bar food, and a beer list that would take months to work through. Sideshow threw me a surprise party there for my twenty

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So, The Teach, Half-dozen, Sideshow, and I went to a new restaurant, oZ Chophouse last night, in hopes of finding a really good special occassion steakhouse spot. It was definitely no Ruth's Chris or Capitol Grille though their prices were close.The atmosphere is really nice -- there's this big fake tree positioned in the middle of the dining room that really complements the hardwood decor and

Atalantehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01431210664003374114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12519359.post-61855426237880264402006-11-30T14:10:00.000-05:002007-05-27T11:38:15.547-05:00

..all bets are off. Allow me to explain.This morning I planned to bring breakfast in to lab, because I'm a nice person -- and because I canceled a meeting on short notice, and just needed to appease my fellow coworkers. Unfortunately, a tragic incident (I forgot eggs at the grocery store) made it necessary to buy breakfast rather than bake it, which is why I was running through the door of the

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I love running into people I haven't seen in a while. I'm not the best about calling people, even when they live close by.. so chance meetings is a great opportunity to catch up. The problem is when a certain period of time has gone by (friends, a few months.. family, about a week) people inevitably think that they've missed some monumental event in your life.Enter the question: "Are you

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..that I've been having a crisis of faith. I always thought, when I heard that phrase growing up, that it would be much more dramatic -- ringing bells, weeping women, that sort if thing. But really, I think it's just been part of the restlessness and dissatisfaction I've been feeling.I was raised Catholic, and went to Catholic school for years -- I enjoyed my faith, it brought me a sense of

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I'm feeling very restless tonight.

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Crazy diabetic cat lady who works out at the gym: So, where are you working this summer?Lawnmower: In the Aquatics office.Crazy diabetic cat lady who stalks all the lifeguards: Oh, that's great! If they need a lifeguard, you'll be there.Lawnmower: Right. In case someone starts drowning in the toner...

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Don't forget to change the batteries in your smoke detectors. And now, for your reading enjoyment...Spider-hunting nudist burns own bunsAussie pours gasoline in spider hole, lights match; arachnid’s fate unknownSYDNEY - A red-faced Australian nudist who tried to set fire to what he thought was a deadly funnel web spider's nest ended up with badly burned buttocks, emergency officials said on

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My room is a disaster. Literally. Aid from FEMA should be pouring in sometime next week. :\ In the mean time, I decided before I went to sleep tonight that I'd do some cleaning and laundry. What resulted was an all-out war on my little ten by ten space.Sadly, I think the room won, by way of a well-placed glass trinket that fell and broke into a bunch of peices, one of which managed to defy

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"Hard work often pays off after time,But laziness always pays off now"

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