I am a creature of habit, yet I hate habit. It is like an intoxication culling segments of you, reducing yourself to a brood of crawling things. And like a broken piano, all keys now play the same intolerable, comatose chord. I am addicted to habit: when I leave habit, I feel exhilarated and refreshed; …
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I got a job. As a miner.
(Part 4 of the saga of my escape from academia, see the original post that started everything, then also this and this.) So in the end, an unexpected turn of luck. I am officially employed again. Out of academia. I work, in fact, in a mine. Well, ok, not this kind of mine. Real miners …
Ex academic cruising the job searching sea -no land in sight, morale still high
Two months away from research, and it looks like it’s been geological ages. Not that many things have happened (for a start: I still don’t have a job, as you may imagine) but a huge learning experience it is. And it’s fun, even if in a bit of frightening way. In the meantime the Infamous …
Goodbye academia, I get a life.
One of my first memories is myself, 5 years old, going to my mother and declare to her, as serious as only children can be: “I will be a scientist.” Yesterday night I was in my office in the Department of Chemistry at the University of Cambridge packing my stuff, resolved to not go back …
The Prisoner has finished
After more than a week alone at home, with incipient bronchitis, and thriving on dubious pseudofood, I am back in my office. Somehow, I am not convinced it is a good idea. Highlights of the latest forced homestaying: – Getting a 1 p.m. – 4 a.m. circadiam rythm – Understanding that kebab-laced focaccia is not …