writing
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The year in my PhD, am I still here?
I’ve been away from the campus and from my colleagues for a couple of weeks so I’m starting to feel disconnected from the academic community. When that happens, I start thinking I should walk away from the dissertation Continue reading
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a sudden admission of a problem
The world is painting your problem across the sky – perhaps you should read that, idiot. Continue reading
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Being a failure is baked in
There’s wanting to “have written” and there’s wanting to write. The former is a lovely day dream, the latter is riddled with failure. Continue reading
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I’m not surprised
I didn’t even make it to day 2 for my “one picture a day” experiment and at the end of the day, when I remembered, I realized that if I crammed to get something shot and written, then I would be missing the point. I think I like the idea of things – like being Continue reading
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My commute is killing me, maybe
I talk to myself. Not just muttering, but full on conversations with, well, no one. If you could listen in, it would sound like I was talking to someone, because I pause and react and laugh and the invisible person in my passenger seat. Continue reading
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The plight of the digital hoarder
Reading Charlie Warzel’s latest article in The Atlantic brought up one of those situations that I’ve had in the back of my mind. You know the one that sometimes rears up and says “halloo” and you’re like, “Yes, that’s something I should do something about, or consider more thoughtfully,” right before you’re distracted with taxes Continue reading
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What am I even doing anymore?
I haven’t had an idea for a post in a while. I’ve been writing, not necessarily the things I’m supposed to be writing, but writing nonetheless. I have a year’s worth of short bits in my journal that have given me a new outlook on my life. I don’t change much, really. I think that Continue reading
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Welp, I’m back
Sorry about the break. I really did think I could write a blog post about each day of the written portion of my comprehensive exams. Friends, I could not. I had no idea how much energy that was going to take out of me, including the one-hour commute each way. The day I wrote 5000 Continue reading
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