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Of course, it's Friday- but who would think that all the dentists close up their shops of horror and go home at 4? So the scheduling will have to wait until next week. I hope my teeth don't fall out by then.
It's wicked cold out, frost on the windows, breath hanging in the air. I'm trying to decide what kind of braided essay to write. I am debating whether it is so "been there done that" to use prufrock. Probably too cliche. Maybe just the pervigilium. It's so much less well known but almost pretentious. Like boasting that not only do you own all the full albums by said super indie band that's the hot thing now, but also have the rare imports. Bright eyes, anyone?
I love my breve. And all the squishy fat it causes to accumulate around my tummy.
Big projects coming up at work. Donald makes me want to cry almost everytime I work with him because he is so abruptly condescending when things aren't perfect. Todd is nice- but we seem to miss each other and end up with wild miscommunications across the board. And I feel like in most things I am just barely floundering because no one gives me the big picture on any of the projects. Todd is JUST NOW realizing that if people would give me the damn data set rather than just telling me what needs to be done, I can be of much more help.
I'm resisting cognitive neuropsychology. I'm resistant to having to do anything with those random theories being tossed around. Attention is like a spotlight-no! attention is like a bottleneck... Okay, how 'bout we stop postulating and just do a damn fmri and see what areas show activity. Show what kinds of mechanisms show action potentials when we are paying attention. We can't define causality, but we can make a correlation and that's more than just throwing around theories... blech.
But I'm just not that excited about the work being done in behavioral. Hrmph.
Supposed to sign on in a few. These next paychecks will be fatty... and greedily sucked up by application fees.
It's wicked cold out, frost on the windows, breath hanging in the air. I'm trying to decide what kind of braided essay to write. I am debating whether it is so "been there done that" to use prufrock. Probably too cliche. Maybe just the pervigilium. It's so much less well known but almost pretentious. Like boasting that not only do you own all the full albums by said super indie band that's the hot thing now, but also have the rare imports. Bright eyes, anyone?
I love my breve. And all the squishy fat it causes to accumulate around my tummy.
Big projects coming up at work. Donald makes me want to cry almost everytime I work with him because he is so abruptly condescending when things aren't perfect. Todd is nice- but we seem to miss each other and end up with wild miscommunications across the board. And I feel like in most things I am just barely floundering because no one gives me the big picture on any of the projects. Todd is JUST NOW realizing that if people would give me the damn data set rather than just telling me what needs to be done, I can be of much more help.
I'm resisting cognitive neuropsychology. I'm resistant to having to do anything with those random theories being tossed around. Attention is like a spotlight-no! attention is like a bottleneck... Okay, how 'bout we stop postulating and just do a damn fmri and see what areas show activity. Show what kinds of mechanisms show action potentials when we are paying attention. We can't define causality, but we can make a correlation and that's more than just throwing around theories... blech.
But I'm just not that excited about the work being done in behavioral. Hrmph.
Supposed to sign on in a few. These next paychecks will be fatty... and greedily sucked up by application fees.