The dangers of a comfortable bed
Jan. 11th, 2008 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebeccmeisterI recently bought new sheets, which I put on my already-too-comfortable bed last night. I blame them for the fact that I had a difficult time getting out of bed this morning. It doesn't help that my plans for the day involve a lot of thinking--I feel as though I'm trying to give birth to entire new ideas all at once, and, frankly, I'm not sure my brain is up to the challenge. I was able to convince myself that I wouldn't be able to get much done if I was tired, and so I slept.
Aside to Manuscript of Doom II: The Sequel: I will be quite glad when you are out of my life. Thinking about one subject is difficult enough--thinking about two simultaneously often makes me want to cry.
I get the feeling that I shouldn't feel so reluctant to talk about my research, but whenever anyone asks how it's going it always seems like an overly complicated question to answer. Actually, Berry's writings have been somewhat comforting and helpful on that account. If one accepts the idea of the unknown and unknowable, and gives up the illusion that science=progress, it changes one's goals as a scientist. In some respects, I think I'm letting go of the idea of making some tremendous revolutionary breakthrough with my research on leafcutter ants, and am instead hoping to emerge with an appreciation for what I can and cannot know about these diminutive farmers.
Aside to Manuscript of Doom II: The Sequel: I will be quite glad when you are out of my life. Thinking about one subject is difficult enough--thinking about two simultaneously often makes me want to cry.
I get the feeling that I shouldn't feel so reluctant to talk about my research, but whenever anyone asks how it's going it always seems like an overly complicated question to answer. Actually, Berry's writings have been somewhat comforting and helpful on that account. If one accepts the idea of the unknown and unknowable, and gives up the illusion that science=progress, it changes one's goals as a scientist. In some respects, I think I'm letting go of the idea of making some tremendous revolutionary breakthrough with my research on leafcutter ants, and am instead hoping to emerge with an appreciation for what I can and cannot know about these diminutive farmers.
