Good And Bad.
The Good:
Ran a race on Sunday and it didn't suck. (Run From The Sun 10k. Got second place.)
I got to teach the people I work with about R. For two and one half hours.
The last weekend. Making it to my first BSO concert (Brahms One and Bartok's whack one-act opera Bluebeard's Castle). Seeing, from the comfort of a Boston bar, Williams crushing Amherst at their homecoming game. Buying a nice jacket, a pair of jeans to preemptively replace the pair that is about to fall apart, and a hat that would be a chav hat if it were in the Burberry plaid (but couldn't that be said of any hat).
Nathan Fillion in LOST. Getting drugged by the woman who married him under an assumed name.
Re-reading Reed and Simon's Functional Analysis and getting it.
The Bad:
Being faced with applying for grad school again. The reason I am working now is that I had no idea what I wanted to do, and I still have no idea.
That the above is a damnable lie. I'm just as enthused about chemistry in silico as I am (but I typed "was" first) about ecology in silico. Which means that the in silico factor is salient. Which means that I'm going to end up fooling around in other folks' disciplines for the rest of my life.
The aforementioned clothing plus the entry fee for the aforementioned race plus my general procrastination about depositing checks leading to overdraft and acute temporary extreme poverty.
A whole lot of emo.
Ran a race on Sunday and it didn't suck. (Run From The Sun 10k. Got second place.)
I got to teach the people I work with about R. For two and one half hours.
The last weekend. Making it to my first BSO concert (Brahms One and Bartok's whack one-act opera Bluebeard's Castle). Seeing, from the comfort of a Boston bar, Williams crushing Amherst at their homecoming game. Buying a nice jacket, a pair of jeans to preemptively replace the pair that is about to fall apart, and a hat that would be a chav hat if it were in the Burberry plaid (but couldn't that be said of any hat).
Nathan Fillion in LOST. Getting drugged by the woman who married him under an assumed name.
Re-reading Reed and Simon's Functional Analysis and getting it.
The Bad:
Being faced with applying for grad school again. The reason I am working now is that I had no idea what I wanted to do, and I still have no idea.
That the above is a damnable lie. I'm just as enthused about chemistry in silico as I am (but I typed "was" first) about ecology in silico. Which means that the in silico factor is salient. Which means that I'm going to end up fooling around in other folks' disciplines for the rest of my life.
The aforementioned clothing plus the entry fee for the aforementioned race plus my general procrastination about depositing checks leading to overdraft and acute temporary extreme poverty.
A whole lot of emo.