The coolth.
Oct. 5th, 2008 07:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebeccmeisterFor the first time in an incredibly long time, it's actually cool this morning.
Thanks to yesterday's 11 hours in the lab, I can actually afford to pause and appreciate the weather for a moment or two. Okay back to work. Just kidding.
I'm still kind of amazed that I was able to get things to work out last night, after being on the verge of pulling my hair out in tired frustration. Perseverance, my friends.
Also, the serious downside to being under so much academic pressure is that I'm feeling the urge to spend more time with friends and family (whether through writing letters or in person), but looming deadlines seem to think they're more important. I wonder if this perception of demand is what separates workaholics from non-workaholics--if I could ignore these Very Important Imminent Tasks, would I be happier for it in the long run? After all, I'm still not convinced that I know what will happen after I graduate, although I realized yesterday that I'm going to graduate with a pretty impressive publication list.
For what that's worth. My work, in print, to be shelved in some library or digital archive, "furthering" knowledge. My dad introduced me to the concept of emergent truth last Saturday, and it makes me feel compelled to view science not as linear progress or a series of paradigm shifts, but as a more holistic thing. I need to think about this idea a bit more before I'll be able to say much about it, though.
Cast adrift in my own thoughts, I think most of fog and salty sandy beaches and evergreen trees. And of gentle drips of rain. The clouds yesterday reminded me that inclement weather is pleasant to me, for it turns my imagination inwards.
Thanks to yesterday's 11 hours in the lab, I can actually afford to pause and appreciate the weather for a moment or two. Okay back to work. Just kidding.
I'm still kind of amazed that I was able to get things to work out last night, after being on the verge of pulling my hair out in tired frustration. Perseverance, my friends.
Also, the serious downside to being under so much academic pressure is that I'm feeling the urge to spend more time with friends and family (whether through writing letters or in person), but looming deadlines seem to think they're more important. I wonder if this perception of demand is what separates workaholics from non-workaholics--if I could ignore these Very Important Imminent Tasks, would I be happier for it in the long run? After all, I'm still not convinced that I know what will happen after I graduate, although I realized yesterday that I'm going to graduate with a pretty impressive publication list.
For what that's worth. My work, in print, to be shelved in some library or digital archive, "furthering" knowledge. My dad introduced me to the concept of emergent truth last Saturday, and it makes me feel compelled to view science not as linear progress or a series of paradigm shifts, but as a more holistic thing. I need to think about this idea a bit more before I'll be able to say much about it, though.
Cast adrift in my own thoughts, I think most of fog and salty sandy beaches and evergreen trees. And of gentle drips of rain. The clouds yesterday reminded me that inclement weather is pleasant to me, for it turns my imagination inwards.
