March 2012
That was-
- a better date than most I have-
-
-hm.
It is a good thing there is no one in this area of redacted research institute, because I really doubt that staring off into space and picking at split ends conveys an image of Serious Researcher.
It’s just that I don’t waaaaaanna work any more today, but due to scheduling of things on the way home, I shouldn’t leave for another hour or so.
So I am trying to work on a past-due...
I don’t even know what to do with myself right now.
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The fact that I am in a public place right now- and not just a public place, but a quiet, library research-type place- is wrong
Because I just finished my IRB application
and I’m on the “how to submit this” screen
and I want to just SCREAM for joy
and wave my arms about and flail my legs and shake my head back and forth and just go fucking. nuts. with the absolute relief of...
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HELLO, CONSENT FORMS!
Thanks be, y’all, my little internet survey will not require me to get signed consent forms from everyone who participated. HALLELUJAH!
But I still need to draft a big ol’ informed consent document for everyone to read.*
But after that, I’m nearly done with my IRB application! Woooooo!
*Once I climb in my time machine and distribute it to everyone...
February 2012
I will get through this IRB application by the end of the day.
I will get through this IRB application by the end of the day.
I will get through this IRB application by the end of the day.
HEY GUESS WHAT?
The workshop I am running this weekend is based on a tutorial that, it turns out, my co-leader has never tried.
kelsium:
Jesus fucking Christ, I hate it when stupid people make me defend things I am not even fully in favor of.
I just got an email reminding me to bring my “connecting gizmo” to attach my laptop to the projector today.
Man, professor. I don’t even know what that gizmo is.
Sigh.
PS, in a wholly unexpected twist (on account of the complete lack of butter present) the pesto I made last night tastes unexpectedly of butter.
It’s cilantro + arugula + pine nuts + parmesan +lemon, olive oil, salt, and pepper. No butter present. And yet!
I’m not complaining, it’s quite good. But unexpected, still.
Maybe it’s the comfort-wine speaking, (though as it’s just barely more than a glass, I doubt it) but the fact that- despite still not having the actual goal program activated- I have both impressed this prof (who has, somehow, become the one I aim to impress most) with my effort and surpassed his expectations (or will, once I am able to present fact that I got farther than I had been...
I GOT IT RUNNING!
OK, SO I STILL CAN’T RUN THE PROGRAM THAT I AM TRYING TO RUN IN THE FIRST PLACE, BECAUSE I STILL CAN’T GET THE ADMINISTRATIVE PROGRAM TO COMMUNICATE WITH THE SERVER, BUT GUYS
GUYS
THE FUCKING
THING
IS
FUCKING
ON
I feel like sending the friend who has fbook-messaged me through this flowers or chocolates or gold doubloons or something.
I am trying to write this presentation with a fair balance between frustration and “I am not a complete idiot”ness.
Someone please remind me that I’m not actually an idiot. Because right now I’m having a reeeeeally hard time feeling that.
Like, I’m googling instructions for instructions for instructions for instructions for instructions, and that’s not even an exaggeration, and I’ve hit a point where I’m afraid to even try anything else because I’d really prefer not to...
Title of tomorrow’s presentation:
“…Wait, What, Again? : How Installing MySQL Made Me Feel Stupid”
I just wish that I had someone in my life who was both locally available and good at this sort of computer thing, because that would make life so, so much easier.
amateur tip
astationaryjew:
if you’re giving a job talk and your phone goes off
turn that shit the FUCK off
or you could
you know
just let it ring loudly for three or four minutes
that’s equally as good
This reminds me
Some dude in class today, sitting next to me. His phone goes off- some alert sound- and he does nothing. Ok, one sound, no one makes a fuss. But then it goes off again. Goes off...
I went to visit the IT guys at school to see if they could help me figure out this server installation thing. Only one was there. His suggestion?
I should google it.
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Iiiiiiiiii am so tiiiiiiiired
laaaaa la laaa la laaaaaaa
New plans for the evening (SCREW YOU MYSQL):
dark chocolate covered caramels
Dance Academy
pesto-making
Screw you, MySQL. I AM GOOD AT SOME THINGS.
Ok.
Ok.
(sigh)
Even with the help of my personal IT guy, I cannot figure this database system shit out. I accept defeat, I concede victory, I get it, MySQL, you’ve won, stop taunting me.
Maybe one of the IT guys at school will take mercy on me tomorrow and help me get this thing running. If not, my presentation on the program I have been trying to get this system installed for is going...
Dammit. For a hot second there, I felt like I was making things work.
I don’t waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanna get back to this database system installation. It makes me feel stupid.
/sigh
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ugh the one class I needed to register for is full ugh ugh
Myself, I could really use a big chai. A really big iced chai.
ain't safe for work, nope.
beatonna:
Last night I was emailed some porn that someone drew of me because I said a thing on the internet that they disagreed with. Because, there you go, ‘justice.’ When stuff like that comes your way you don’t usually say anything because who gives a fuck, but oh well, let’s do it anyway. So, I’ve seen that shit before because I’ve been on the internet for 100 years, but it always looks...
Tonight was awesome. I ran into some guys from philly- not, like, random guys, but guys I know, from philly- and even though I was never close to them out there, being together out here sort of created this close-ish-ness that was full of nice and I had a great time.
Yeah.
I just want a break in something, you know?
Actually, I did get a satisfying email the other day, in which an institution I interviewed at in the fall asked me if I would be interested in coming to intern with them in the future, because such strong candidate, difficult decision, hope, etc, and my position of already being all booked up before getting this message makes me feel pretty good, in...
I just emailed my prof with an “I might be defeated by this assignment” message, and am feeling most faily.
My cat has been asking for dinner since lunch, with increasing frequency, and this is driving me fucking. nuts.
I gave in and agreed to do something tonight with my Hot Mess friend, and I’ve already been given reason to wonder if I should regret this.
I feel like...
Well, shit.
Oh look, my instructions for managing this system just lost relevancy and I appear to be on my own!
…oof.
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Database server thing now downloading. Well, has been, but it’s taking a little while. Does anyone have experience with MySQL? I’d never even heard of it, and the instructions seem pretty clear, but it seems worth asking anyway.
La la, 1 min. left.
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First program installed. Next comes the hard part. Ok.
Ok.
Now I need to learn how to install a database server on my lil’ ol’ computer.
Cross your fingers that my reading comprehension skills get me through this.
And, failing that, that there will be an available IT guy in-building tomorrow to help save my ass.
Go ahead and cross for both, will ya? Thanks.
Do you know that feeling when you are so, so caffeinated that you bypass energy-rush, and hit a point where the best option seems to be just to lie down and pretend you’re not, until it passes?
That’s where I am with my frustration and anger. I don’t even want to go lie down, I just want to put my head down and pretend that everything is calm and nothing gets to me until it all...
I cannot wait until it is really warm again. Then I will go out to the beach, take off [nearly] all my clothes, [cover myself in sunscreen,] lay down on the sand, and have a love affair with the sun.
I’ll lay there until my thighs melt from the heat.
It’ll be glorious.
Stop Spike TV from looting our collective past! →
ipomoeaandthestarstealers:
Librarians and archivists: is it a document of our history if it’s not correctly recorded? If it’s removed from its proper context and sold for private profit?
I am wondering
how I am supposed to fix the communication problems with my writing partner*
when I have hit a point where the life guideline/rule/suggestion of “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” is turning me into a mute?
*who is actually a rather cool person, but apparently a shitty person to work with
I am trying to decide whether or not to go to an art show in hollywood this evening.
I don’t really want to go without people, because shows like this are really just parties with art anyway, and I don’t fancy going to a party alone where I don’t know anyone
But if I invite people, then I’ll have to commit
But it would be good to do, yeah
But would it be good enough
...
I am sooooooo not in the mood to be lectured by a hypocrite.