Oh snap, so on Sunday I hit the 1/4 Century mark and if you want to “digital-digital-get down” with me, or “just got paid, Friday night, party hoppin’, feelin’ right”, then you should probably come hang in Kingston on Saturday at the Hippodrome for Jon 1st/DROP and dancing/drinks, or on Sunday for Victoria Vox at the Hope & Anchor, Islington. That’s an early one (kicks off at 6.35pm) and lovemaking. Just sayin’.
Ooh and its a bank holiday monday. Photos and picnics?
FINALLY WE ARE GOING TO MAKE LOVE ON SUNDAY.
i was beginning to think you were all about foreplay only.
i received an email yesterday confirming that my research paper has been accepted for presentation at the 2010 international society of biomechanics in sports conference, taking place in july. this is the amazing news i’ve been waiting to share this with the world for a few weeks, but i wanted to wait until i got official word from ISBS :D
it will be the first time i will be presenting at an international sports science conference (EEEEE). it also means that my honours research from last year will be published in the journal of applied biomechanics. i’m going to be a published author, you guys! the pay off for the ridiculously psychotic year that is honours, hah!
my mum and dad arrive in london in less than a week!
they’re bringing tim tams and milo ZOMG, thanks to the incredible foresight of my sister :)
no uni subsidy for conference costs, boo. i was keen on attending all five days of the ISBS conference with some financial assistance from my uni, but that’s not going to work out as i’d hoped. as i’ll have to cover all the costs (registration, transport, and accommodation), i can only afford to attend for the day i’ll be presenting. major sadface, but i know that i’ll have many more opportunities in my career to meet other sport scientists, emerging, established and world-renowned. hopefully, i’ll continue to do work that adds value and furthers my field - so this is only the beginning of a very exciting future ahead.
the upside to not-so-great news
depending on which day i am scheduled to present, i may get to spend more time in NYC before flying to michigan. sweet!
rant posts are the most boring to read so i’m not even going to waste your time explaining it all, but i will say BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! you know your job sucks when pay day makes you ANGRY.
so to heal my soul and ease my anger, i’m spending the night in with my old faithful friend, tea (since i can’t afford sweet sweet alcohol). tonight, it’s twining’s lemon ginger tea. every sip reminds me of the school production i was in back in year 12. ginger tea = happy vocal chords.
sorry i bailed on the evening activities tonight, jon. promise i’ll make it up to you, if you know what i mean. *awkward and inappropriate wink*
i don’t like to use the word “epic” so much, because it gets plenty use from most everyone else. but last saturday guys. epic how? “lives ruined, blood shed, EPIC.” (tm logan echolls) allie moss being brilliant, BT tower, 34th floor, UK friends new and old.
hope your saturday was just as outstanding as mine.
As a follower of well over 100 travel blogs, I skip through an awful lot of articles as I trawl through my Google Reader every other day. But I always stop and read any post even remotely related to New York. Mostly it’s a waste of my time, but today, I stumbled across this wonderfully immersive piece by Bill Hayes, courtesy of this post on World Hum.
My favourite quote:
Sometimes I’d sit in the kitchen in the dark and gaze out at the Empire State and Chrysler buildings. Such a beautiful pair, so impeccably dressed, he in his boxy suit, every night a different hue, and she, an arm’s length away, in her filigreed skirt the color of the moon. I regarded them as an old married couple, calmly, unblinkingly, keeping watch over one of their newest sons. And I returned the favor. I would be there the moment the Empire State turned off its lights for the night, as if getting a little shut-eye before sunrise.
“It’s the energy that makes New York different from any other city I’ve ever been to. There is a layer of energy floating above the urban archipelago like the jet stream over a weatherman’s map, and like the jet stream it can fluctuate up or down and jerk all eight million people around with it. It can be incredibly negative, like the frenetic hand-wringing in late September of ‘08, or a force of soaring positivity as it was just six weeks later when the election results started rolling in and the cheers on St. Mark’s Place alone were enough to lift that band of energy way, way up into the ionosphere. What matters is that it’s always there, always hovering over New York.”—
holy wow, sometimes life is so good at getting ridiculously mental without warning! (beware: boring sciency stuff will be spoken about in coming paragraphs)
spent my weekend indulging my tourist side and catching up with friends in cardiff. arrived back in london tonight at 10pm, got back to my flat at 11pm. it all seems regular enough, right?
but this friday is pretty much the most important deadline i’ve ever had in my academic career. i am revising my submission for a conference, at which i have recently received conditional acceptance to present my honours research from last year. seemingly a straightforward task, until i find out that i have to re-process two-thirds of my data because it appears the first round of analysis was inaccurate. FFFFFUUUUUU-
this week is going to ruin me. back to work tomorrow, working full-time hours as usual. then i get to come home from my enthralling job to do data analysis! i envisage at least an all-nighter tonight, probably another on thursday. bahhhhh! all up, i estimate that i’ll be “working” in some fashion for 70-80 hours this week. kill me.
totes forgot how stressful honours work could be. :( but there’s always time for ranting on tumblr!
P.S. i am so good at working under pressure, i believe i’ve made it into an art form. of course, this skill is very closely linked with (and has been developed as a result of) my procrastination. but despite the size of this challenge, just watch me come out the other side. actually, don’t. that sounds gross. what i mean to say is that, even if it means i am a zombie by friday 5.01pm, shit gotta get done and it will. fuck yeah confidence in the face of the insurmountable!