MPR’s meteorologist says thanks to climate change this is our new normal for spring/early summer. Aren’t you glad you moved here again? ;)
Oh this is a brilliant strategic decision. The bulk of the east coast will be under water by then anyway, so this was definitely an ace move for the long-term.
Although, we did reach consensus today that all the lakes here may overflow, merge, and turn the state into the next Great Lake. So maybe the same issue in the long run.
I like getting out and about on the weekends too, but sometimes without you, y’know? Nothing personal, I juat like some me time with the sun and warm.
How bout we get together during a weekday next time instead? Maybe when I’m stuck indoors anyway? It’ll be great.
This Father’s Day, let’s forget the beer and golf balls and give dads what they really need: paid paternity leave.
Given that the U.S. is the only high-income country in the world without statutory paid maternity leave,* paid paternity leave might feel like wishful thinking. It shouldn’t. Parental leave is not simply a luxury, for mothers or for fathers; it’s a necessity. And while enshrining statutory maternity pay may be a more popular topic for debate on the cable news networks, paternity leave musn’t be ignored, either. At its heart, this is a feminist issue, too.
Look closely - that’s a spaceship burning up in the atmosphere. (an unmanned cargo ship, photo by Alexander Gerst)
acosmist - One who believes that nothing exists
paralian - A person who lives near the sea
aureate - Pertaining to the fancy or flowery words used by poets
dwale - To wander about deliriously
sabaism - The worship of stars
dysphoria - An unwell feeling
aubade - A love song which is sung at dawn
eumoirous - Happiness due to being honest and wholesome
mimp - To speak in a prissy manner, usually with pursed lips
So I’m friends with the narrator guy. And while I may not have at all been expecting him to be talking dirty in Yiddish, I’m so delightfully glad someone knows how.
Oh the joy of cleaning vacuum pump oil off of jeans (or, more accurately, attempting to clean vacuum pump oil off of jeans, crying because your new jeans are ruined, and then getting over it because feck it, even if you have holes in your lab coat and grease stains on your jeans, you are still a scientist and that is AWESOME)
Ditto to this. Had a dedicated pair of jeans and shoes when I knew a pump oil change was on the docket. Of course, those clothes were dedicated only after the first time I got a new pair of pants all oiled up.
A labmate and I also had a pretty serious plan to open up a pump repair shop if the grad school business all went south. So much pump shenanigans.
That awkward moment when lab safety procedures fail…
The one thing I perhaps appreciate most about big corporate R&D (at least where I am), is the safety culture. Your-ass-better-be-working-safe is pretty stringent, with back up and back up safety stuff. Looking back at grad school science is like looking back at when you were 8 climbing trees, jumping bikes off curbs into the street, diving into shallow bodies of water…and wondering “how did we not all die?”