I walk into the kitchen of the lab today and get hit by the lingering smell of something someone microwaved some minutes before. Initially, the strength of it sorta make me feel unpleasantly. Then, however, as I started thinking about the smell a bit more and started to connect it to possible food sources, it took on the dual role of eliciting both ( Read more... )

For some bizarre reason, I have reached a low in motivation. There is a lot to be done, granted, but that shouldn't explain my unwillingness to do it. I sit and stare at the computer awaiting for my fingers to type something, but nothing happens. I have a feeling I am losing all interest in this job. I had hoped that the end of the thesis would ( Read more... )

So I merrily arrive at work (downtown LA) today to find out that the whole area has been cordoned off. Including the building I work in. No car is allowed through, though pedestrians are fine. The whole thing is frantic. Four helicopters are flying over the area in formation, the place is swarming with police. Apparently there's some sort of ( Read more... )

So, LJ decided to eat my last entry. A general rant about the elections and the stupidity of people. Something about 'let the fuckers suffer the consequences' and other such pleasantries. I don't want to touch the subject again and I feel that kensey_river and the lowkeyknight have done a pretty good job conveying my general sentiments also.

So on a more pleasant note I ( Read more... )

so I am back for more ( Read more... )

I feel strangely calm. In the last 72 hours I have slept for a total of 3. I don't feel tired though ( Read more... )

... I feel like something the cat was too disgusted to drag in. Three hours sleep and got up to go to work. Oh the fucking joy. Feeling generally depressed with my productivity. Managed to send off a complete-ish thesis to my supervisors today (Monday). The 'thing' (as I like to call it now) has to be submitted by Friday. One of my supervisors said ( Read more... )

... is hard to find. Blogging from Berkeley today, on the evening of Saturday ( Read more... )

I am the first to admit that I am not a good reader. As much as I like a good book, I, for one reason or another, am not a good reader. By that I do not just mean that I am not a fast reader. I am just not very adept at reading a passage properly. Dumb huh? Well, no.

Firstly, what does it mean to 'read properly'. Surely there is no such thing, ( Read more... )

As promised yesterday, I did no work after my return home. The wife and I had to pick a friend up who just came back from a 5-week holiday. I resisted all urges to let him know how jealous I was and how much I despised his having a holiday while I stayed here and worked (so to speak). We went home and I made a quick carbonara which we hastily ( Read more... )