<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513</id><updated>2012-02-03T19:46:19.516-05:00</updated><category term='other science chicks'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='computer science'/><category term='TV'/><category term='funny'/><category term='stress'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='Gender Shiz'/><category term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Tech Stuff'/><category term='economy'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='helpful life hints'/><category term='music'/><category term='Grad School'/><category term='rando'/><category term='personal progress'/><category term='ANTM'/><category term='parents'/><category term='academia'/><category term='running'/><category term='job search'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='serious life shit'/><category term='i love the hubby'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='Female Fear'/><category term='In-laws'/><category term='Food'/><category term='sports'/><category term='research rant'/><category term='Project Runway'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Thesis'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Chick with PhizzleDizzle</title><subtitle type='html'>In which I regurgitate random thoughts to the Inter-Net.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7262030825297668742</id><published>2010-07-27T00:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:43:30.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Cooool dork stuff.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so, I said would be gone a lot lately.  However, I just found out about a great way to make it WAY easier to post when I come home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how many of you have two different google accounts, one for your real life, and one for your blogger, and you hate how you can't be logged into both at the same time?  I don't like having two browsers open so I can have both accounts because of the RAM consumption, so in the end, if I ever wanted to post, I would have to go to blogger.com, sign out of my "real life", sign into my new life, and then go back to my gmail so I could still have that going on.  Then, I could continue and blog if I felt like it.  Like I said yesterday, after coming home from a long day of work, that just seemed like too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, I found out about two apps that could allow you to log into TWO google accounts at once (among other things, but I won't get into those right now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Windows:  &lt;a href="http://prism.mozillalabs.com/"&gt;http://prism.mozillalabs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Mac: &lt;a href="http://fluidapp.com/"&gt;fluidapp.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, you can wrap one of your websites into another app, so that it appears like a separate desktop app.  So now, you can have a "blogger app", where you are logged in at Phizz, and a gmail app, where you are logged in as "Real Me".  When I want to post, I can just open Blogger App, and off I go!  Wow, how easy!  That little difference may cause me to post just SLIGHTLY more, and it may help those who want to make a very strong distinction between work and home life like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you want to get slightly more geekoid, you should read the next part.  So...one thing I have been increasingly uncomfortable with is how when I browse the web, everything on the web seems to know shit about me.  Like, how come when I go to CNN.com, it knows that 4 of my FB friends liked that article.  How do you know who my friends are?  Why is that information kind of "in the wild" on the browser instead of confined to whatever tab my facebook account is on?  Why does that persist even when I close my FB tab?  How come my FB suggests friends for me where I don't have any mutual friends with them, and are just random people I have emailed with once in gmail?  How do they know who is on my gmail contacts list?  Why does Linked In suggest people for me as well, people that I don't understand how they know about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's because you probably clicked something like "remember me" or "keep me signed in" on things like your google account and your facebook account, so that basically means they know everything about where you go on the web and what you click, who you know, and who you're friends with.  I don't like that.  So that's when I found out about these tools I linked to above, so that you can have, basically a protected box around your accounts where can stay logged in but they won't follow you around the internet.  There you go - your web safety/privacy tip of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7262030825297668742?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7262030825297668742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7262030825297668742&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7262030825297668742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7262030825297668742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/07/cooool-dork-stuff.html' title='Cooool dork stuff.'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4264025645787273811</id><published>2010-07-26T02:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T02:54:24.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>where is Phizz?</title><content type='html'>i haven't posted in 5 months.  that's a long time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't log into this account while i am at work.  when i come home from work i am tired.  the line between work and home is much more pronounced.  when i come home, i do not want to be on my computer.  i want to watch the real housewives of new jersey or read my library books and drink wine.  i don't have much to say anymore either, because my working conditions are excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knew blogging could be hard? :)  i will probably remain quite intermittent from now on.  i only logged in today to delete all those freakin annoying spam comments that suddenly showed up in one of my posts.  i had to delete 49 of them.  suckdom.  now i am going to read one of my library books and go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good night peeps.  hope all in the blogosphere are well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4264025645787273811?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4264025645787273811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4264025645787273811&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4264025645787273811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4264025645787273811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-is-phizz.html' title='where is Phizz?'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6037570091442369739</id><published>2010-02-28T15:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:21:31.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Women and The Olympics</title><content type='html'>So I'm not actually following the Winter Olympics that much, I'm not super into snow sports, and I've been so occupied lately with other parts of my life that I've just hardly watched very much except for a few snippets here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have always loved the Summer Olympics, and recently I was at my local library and saw the book "Rome, 1960" featured...I had heard of this book before and picked it up.  It's about the 1960 Olympics in Rome.  It's really fascinating, 1960 was really a seminal Olympics in a lot of ways.  I would highly recommend it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, so I'm waking to a luxurious Sunday morning and continued reading...and read that women ran the 800m in the 1928 Olympics, and apparently, the sight of women collapsing at the finish line after such an all-out effort greatly disturbed the powers that be, and they banned 800m races for women because they were too frail to complete it, as evidenced by the 1928 Olympics.  Men collapsed at the end of the 800m all the time, but women so fatigued was apparently "too much" for the men to witness and they banned it.  The roots of this came from the founder of the modern Olympic Games, Pierre de Coubertin, who was known to be disturbed by the notion of women and sports, according to the book: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he was disturbed by the very notion of women competing in sports, often citing how upset he once was to see women whooshing down a snowy hill on sleds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What in the fuck does that even mean?  It doesn't even make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to the 800m.  So it was reinstated to great controversy in 1960.  Apparently in the press box, Don Graham (son of the great great Katherine Graham), overhead a British journalist saying to another journalist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;how it was "unconscionable --- they should never allow women to run so far."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, seriously, when I really think about this stuff, I get so disturbed.  800m?  800m is not far.  It's two fucking laps around a track.  6 years olds can run 800m without dying.  How could this be the prevailing attitude?  What the FUCK?  I don't know why I'm so strongly affected by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, despite all the brouhaha, the momentum had begun, and twelve years later, women were allowed to run the 1500m.  Until 1972, people thought women weren't fucking capable of running a distance that is not even quite a fucking mile.  Finally, in 1984, women were allowed to run the marathon.  1984?  1984????  That's in my lifetime.  Did people seriously think women could not handle marathons until 19-fucking-84?  Jesus fucking Christ.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It almost makes me want to run one to show all those fuckers wherever they are that they were full of fucking horseshit.  At the very least, I've run more than a couple half marathons, and I'm still alive.  In fact, I am fucking awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's times like this that I remember how recently it was that women were considered weak-ass nothings...and how latent that kind of sentiment could be just bubbling under some surfaces, since it was so recent.  We have come a long way (no longer chattel, at least), but there is still a long way to go before everyone thinks of every woman as a strong and legitimate human being capable of anything men are capable of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think about it, 100,000 years ago, there is no way ancient cavemen could have survived if the women, the ones who bore the children couldn't even run fucking 800m.  Duh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'll stop ranting now.  If you are interested in a less swear-word-laden synposis of women's running in the Olympics, check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runblogrun.com/2008/08/evolution_of_olympic_womens_at.html"&gt;http://www.runblogrun.com/2008/08/evolution_of_olympic_womens_at.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6037570091442369739?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6037570091442369739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6037570091442369739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6037570091442369739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6037570091442369739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/02/women-and-olympics.html' title='Women and The Olympics'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-9150966070178553375</id><published>2010-02-12T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:43:25.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>BARBIE IS A COMPUTER ENGINEER!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/article/189241/watch_out_computer_engineers_barbie_wants_your_job.html/"&gt;Watch Out, Computer Engineers: Barbie Wants Your Job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all you guys who voted to make Barbie a computer engineer, this occupation won the popular vote!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so exciting to me. I might actually buy this Barbie and put her in my office. I can't describe how....validating this feels. Part of me feels that is pathetic, but part of me feels proud that the forces of the world united to show Mattel that people want Barbie to be a nerd. Can you imagine? How many women (and men) nerds out there joined together for this? This tells me that I am not as alone as I feel sometimes. That there are other women out there like me, and men (&lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/01/vote-for-barbies-next-career.html#comments"&gt;like CPP who voted for Computer Engineer!!!!&lt;/a&gt;) who are supportive. This is not some little online poll, this is a vote that made an international toy giant choose Computer Engineer for Barbie's next career! I am gushing. I am embarrassed by my joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other part of this which I think is important is that, apparently, the Society of Women Engineers and the National Academy of Engineering both had a hand in designing her outfit. And let me say, I would wear this outfit.  Computer Engineers don't have to be Mountain Dew-addled guys who haven't showered in 4 days.  I know a few of those, but they are vastly outnumbered by nice normal people - and this is a truly widespread way of reducing that stereotype.  Computer Engineers can be girls.  Computer Engineers can wear cute (albeit geeky) cloths.  Computer Engineers can have long, lustrous, beautiful hair.  Computer Engineers....can be Barbie.  And maybe now, so will a lot of little girls.  Who knows, maybe I'm putting to much stock into this.  But it's such a lonely world out there for us girl geeks....that this makes me really quite happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pcworld.com//news/graphics/189241-computer-engineer-barbie-1_original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 650px;" src="http://images.pcworld.com//news/graphics/189241-computer-engineer-barbie-1_original.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Hacking, Barbie :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-9150966070178553375?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/9150966070178553375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=9150966070178553375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9150966070178553375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9150966070178553375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/02/barbie-is-computer-engineer.html' title='BARBIE IS A COMPUTER ENGINEER!!!!!!'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3811301679095184760</id><published>2010-02-07T13:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:56:49.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In-laws'/><title type='text'>cold</title><content type='html'>my in-laws like to keep their house at 55 degrees.  when i'm around, sometimes they raise it to 58.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fingers are cold.  it is hard to type.  time to make myself some tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3811301679095184760?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3811301679095184760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3811301679095184760&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3811301679095184760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3811301679095184760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/02/cold.html' title='cold'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7175613574491718989</id><published>2010-02-02T02:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:55:05.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Bizarre co-worker</title><content type='html'>I have this co-worker - well, I wouldn't call him that, but he works for the same company as me and is on the same floor, but I have never spoken to him, don't know his name, or what he does.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I do know, is the man is seriously socially inept.  The floor is maybe 5-10% women, not really sure exactly.  I've occasionally passed this man in the hall and each time, he is very obviously completely pretending I don't exist.  Now, it's more than that, I don't really care if he thinks I exist or not, but it's that if he turns a corner and sees me, he almost involuntarily looks up at where the wall meets the ceiling and continues to stare at it as he walks by.  If I turn a corner and surprise him, the same thing happens.  I can always see that he is walking normally (staring at the floor a few feet in front of him), but when I come into sight, it's eyes up to the ceiling.  It's comical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I can just thank FSM that he doesn't automatically stare at my boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weird thing is, there was a company lunch the other day, and dude comes in and sits a few people down from my table while I was getting food, and I heard him say to the people around him, "Hi guys, I don't know you guys, how's it going?"  And I was like, WHAT?  So he IS a social animal, and it's just me?  Or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess if he worked in the same group as me or near me, or I had to liaise with him sometime as a part of work, this would annoy me more, but as it stands now, I just find it a bit pathetically amusing.  Poor little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7175613574491718989?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7175613574491718989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7175613574491718989&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7175613574491718989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7175613574491718989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/02/bizarre-co-worker.html' title='Bizarre co-worker'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4196478035876090012</id><published>2010-01-20T01:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:56:49.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Vote for Barbie's Next Career</title><content type='html'>Has this circulated the blogosphere already?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, please consider voting for Barbie's next occupation.  There are only 5 choices, and one of them is COMPUTER ENGINEER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a woman in computing, this makes me exceedingly happy.  No more of this "math is hard!" shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can vote here:  &lt;a href="http://www.barbie.com/vote/"&gt;http://www.barbie.com/vote&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4196478035876090012?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4196478035876090012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4196478035876090012&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4196478035876090012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4196478035876090012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/01/vote-for-barbies-next-career.html' title='Vote for Barbie&apos;s Next Career'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7064347298251841412</id><published>2010-01-16T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:25:10.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Back, sorta?</title><content type='html'>Well peeps, I haven't been around in a LONG while.  It's because I haven't had internet at home.  I don't know, I hated dealing with Comcast so much that I just put it off, and off....until the New Year.  Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to keep up your "online presences" when you don't have an internet connection?  Obviously, it's really really hard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hopefully I'll be around more often now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7064347298251841412?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7064347298251841412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7064347298251841412&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7064347298251841412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7064347298251841412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-sorta.html' title='Back, sorta?'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-8478756504168369821</id><published>2009-12-05T17:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:05:16.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Presumed feminism</title><content type='html'>So, I've had a few things happen in my life where I am talking about something, and someone assumes that I am being like, all offended in a feminist way, when in fact I was not thinking along those lines whatsoever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very annoying because sometimes, I am so surprised that it is only minutes later that I even realize what they must have thought I was saying, and I can't even go back to fix it, and now they assume I am a raging overly-sensitive feminist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a methodology and toolset proposed and pushed by a member of the faculty at my university.  It's good in its place, but as technology has changed, it is no longer enough.  I was at a conference, and this methodology came up, and when a question session came up, there was a queue at the microphone. A prominent professor at another university said, "REAL men use methodology Foo when they are doing Bar."  Meanwhile, the professor at my university was standing RIGHT behind him, waiting to defend his honor because his methodology is simpler and does not do Foo.  It was somewhat deliciously dramatic, but the moderator of the session stopped all questions after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was back at school, relaying this story to a fellow student. I said, "and THEN, Prof. Awesome said, 'REAL men use Foo when doing Bar!'  It was insane!"  And then fellow student said, "Well, I'm sure he MEANT real scientists, he didn't really mean MEN."  I was thinking to myself, what in the hell is he talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the conversation was over, I realized he thought I was offended at the term "real men" because it excluded women.  Which was so entirely ridiculous that I missed it at the time.  What the hell?  It's so annoying.  And now this guy walks around thinking that he can't use the turn of phrase, "REAL men do X" when I'm around because then I will try to kick his ass.  Which is totally not true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This occurred more recently.  There is a policy in my office about making coffee, which I think is very common.  If you take the last bit, you make a new pot.  Very simple.  Very reasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been lucky enough to avoid having to do this for several weeks after I had started work.  Then, I had the fortune of getting hit with making a new pot two days in a row.  The first time, I was thinking, well, it's about time I guess.  And the next day, I was like, "hahaha, how funny that it worked this way.  well, shucks."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a coworker comes in and is like, "oh you're making coffee?"  and I said, "yup, i've been lucky enough to get it two days in a row!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he says, "well, it's just random you know..."  and something about it seemed really defensive.  I know he said something else, but I don't remember what, but I do remember it was somewhat defensive. I was confused, but I don't know this guy very well.  Later, I realized (though I don't remember exactly why, this was a few months ago) that he had thought I was annoyed at being foisted coffee duty because I'm a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, I"m like what the hell?  Any human would be like, "ack, two days in a row!" Not that I won't make coffee, but it's not like people are happy when they have to do it.  Am I annoyed because I'm a woman?  Of course not. Do I feel like there is some conspiracy to get me to make the coffee?  No, because I'm a friggin reasonable person and I realize that this is just the way the cookie crumbles in this system.   I was just griping good-naturedly about my luck, and he assumes I'm ready to freakin sue the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So again, since the leap of logic on the part of the dude was so ridiculous, I did not understand what he meant at the time, and then when I realized he thought I was getting my feminist panties in a twist it was too late to be like, dude, that's not it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this happen to you guys?  I feel like it happens to me more than I would like and it really bugs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-8478756504168369821?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/8478756504168369821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=8478756504168369821&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8478756504168369821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8478756504168369821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/12/presumed-feminism.html' title='Presumed feminism'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1510838681849398857</id><published>2009-12-04T00:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:56:28.036-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>Thanking your committee etiquette</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a whirlwind since I've defended, and I realize now that the dust has settled that I ought to thank my committee more than by sending effusive thank you emails and giving effusively grateful thank yous post-defense.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ought I do? I have bought some thank you cards (nice one, not ones in a pack), and especially nice ones for my chairs.  I also purchased bound copies of my thesis for the chairs, though not the rest of the committee.  I have received mixed signals about this.  Some said I definitely should get some for all, others said that tradition is being phased out.  In a survey of my recently graduated peers it was nearly 50/50 in my department.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I can't decide if very nice thank you cards are enough, or not?  Note that I hardly know several of my committee members, and they are spread out over the country so things like restaurant gift certificates are not really feasible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did you do for your committee?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1510838681849398857?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1510838681849398857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1510838681849398857&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1510838681849398857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1510838681849398857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanking-your-committee-etiquette.html' title='Thanking your committee etiquette'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3583083378207193583</id><published>2009-11-19T23:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:05:11.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Comcast is stupid, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok, so I just tried again with the LiveChat, and again, they asked for my SSN and said it was to comply with some FTC rule.  But when I said, "I've been assured by a Comcast rep that an SSN is not necessary", they said, "oh, well ok then, how about a driver's license number?"  So I said, ok, let's do that.  Great to know that if I hadn't objected or known, I'd still be made to feel that it was necessary to give it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So then, we're setting up the appointment, and I distinctly remember a screen telling me there would be a $23 installation fee as I clicked through the order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She then tells me that installation will be $123 dollars!  Turns out it is only $23 for the television, and, get this....$99 for the internet.  $99!!!  That is anal rape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I do not need ANYTHING special for this.  I've got a freakin PhD in Computer Science, I can handle my networking stuff.  So I did not ask for any sort of professional installation in terms of setting up a router, installing software on my computer, or anything like that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't need anythign wired at the place, the place is fully wired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I LITERALLY need them to remove a trap and configure me.  I can't believe people pay $99 for that.  That is just the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She also tells me that because I have been so nice (I have, I am generally always nice to service people because they are people too), she can get me to just under $50 for the install.  This STILL seems crazy to me.  People will come install satellite dishes for $0.  SATELLITE DISHES.  It is much more complicated than removing a trap from a house that is already totally wired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, I think...well, there's a coffee shop nearby, work is not far...Maybe I won't get internet...maybe it's not REALLY necessary.  That's how against paying this fee I am, because it just completely offends my sense of what things should cost.  So I ask the person, "What if I just got TV, then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know what happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She ignores me.  I sit at my computer for minutes, thinking maybe she is checking with a supervisor or something...but no, I am literally hanging for minutes.  I am much more patient than your average person here, so finally, I just typed, "hello?" and waited a minute or two more.  Finally, I realized that somehow, asking a legitimate question had pushed the wrong buttons, and I was being frozen out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, I wrote, "Ok then.  Thank you for your time," waited about 30 more seconds, and logged out.  I wish in hindsight that I had timed the difference in time between my messages, but then, I didn't think that I was going to get ignored.  But I think I probably waited a total of 7-8 minutes or so....in a LIVE CHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Goodness gracious.  I would have been willing to pay around $25 or so, but instead I didn't sign up.  Again.  Sigh.  It shouldn't be this hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3583083378207193583?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3583083378207193583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3583083378207193583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3583083378207193583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3583083378207193583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/11/comcast-is-stupid-part-ii.html' title='Comcast is stupid, Part II'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4427452785283815195</id><published>2009-11-17T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:27:56.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Comcast is stupid</title><content type='html'>Comcast wants my social security number in order to get service.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I googled it and apparently they've had this policy for a while, but it's the first time since I last signed up.  I'm like, whaaa?  Yeah right!  You've gotta be fucking kidding me, I don't trust my number with them (or anyone for that matter - I am very stingy with that number).  With all the brouhaha today about being careful with your SSN, you think I'm just going to type it over the internet to some person?  You think I'm going to give it to a cable company?  Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell is that about?  I want TV and internet, but I do NOT want to give them my SSN.  Even their customer service czar has twittered that they don't require it, but that doesn't stop their representatives from trying to get it from you.  That's the biggest rub.  When &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/5053935/comcast-admits-error-in-requiring-ssn-under-patriot-act"&gt;exposed&lt;/a&gt;, the Comcast customer service czar twittered that their policy was not to require SSN.  This happened in 2008.  And yet, reps are still trying to tell you that you have to give it to them (that's what happened to me today).  So they are either hugely ineffective at getting training to their reps, or they are purposefully trying to get people to give SSNs because they assume people will eventually just give it to them.  Well, I pushed back, and I said no.  They said, you have to, there is no other way.  I said thanks and hung up on the chat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part is that the rep tried to tell me that the reason they needed the number was to make sure I qualified for the best service and deals, and to see if I needed to put in a deposit for service.  I told them I had an account that I canceled several months prior before I moved and couldn't they just look that up to see that it was in good standing...and the answer was No.  If you need it to make sure I'm not going to stiff you, can't you just see that I've been a good paying customer for years?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a reason why Comcast was runner up to AIG in this years Consumerist &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/5243908/worst-company-in-america-aig-wins"&gt;Worst Company in America&lt;/a&gt; contest.  I've always used them because I've never had another choice.  This is not the first time they have pissed me off.  I think this time I'm going to try to find something else though.  I'm going to try hard, because I really, REALLY don't think I should have to give them my social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4427452785283815195?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4427452785283815195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4427452785283815195&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4427452785283815195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4427452785283815195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/11/comcast-is-stupid.html' title='Comcast is stupid'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3584751610436379318</id><published>2009-11-02T11:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:02:34.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Word Loss</title><content type='html'>I recently read a book that used the word "carrion."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about this today as I brushed my teeth, and I thought....in fifty years, will people use or know the word "carrion"?  I mean...it was the first time I'd come across that word in....oh, I don't know, 10 years?  Maybe not since my college days, where I had more time to read books.  And now that I am done with grad school, I have time once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I get the sense that people don't read anymore, not like they used to.  So...isn't it entirely possible that we are losing words constantly, as they fall out of favor and it gets to the point that most of the population don't know what they mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, this made me sad.  I wonder how many 15 year olds these days know what "carrion" means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3584751610436379318?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3584751610436379318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3584751610436379318&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3584751610436379318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3584751610436379318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-loss.html' title='Word Loss'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7669886997958737566</id><published>2009-10-31T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:32:18.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious life shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Being taken care of vs. being dominated</title><content type='html'>I have this friend who has got this really nice boyfriend.  I like him pretty well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I can't tell if she is being dominated or being taken care of.  Initially, I liked the boyfriend a lot because he takes care of my friend, who...well...evokes the aura of needing to be taken care of.  He carries stuff for he, he does things in the background she doesn't even realize so that things just work, it's like magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, it's almost like he thinks she can't do anything for herself.  Granted, I have my doubts too about her ability to do certain things as well, but I can't decided if the dynamic between them two is sweet or scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When does "oh honey, let me do that for you" become, "oh honey, let me do that before you (because i think you'll destroy something in the process and everything is better when i do it)"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even worse, does the latter actually create a feedback loop SUCH THAT the person becomes worse and worse at doing things?  I think that's sort of happening and it makes me concerned for my friend.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7669886997958737566?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7669886997958737566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7669886997958737566&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7669886997958737566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7669886997958737566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-taken-care-of-vs-being-dominated.html' title='Being taken care of vs. being dominated'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-279870886690058199</id><published>2009-10-30T02:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:20:00.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>The state of science education</title><content type='html'>I was listening to NPR the other morning.  I like NPR.  I generally give NPR the benefit of the doubt, that they're not going to be a bunch of blithering idiots going on about stupid shit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's an episode of Weekday, and the interviewee is some guy who has just written a book about the periodic table.  The interviewer asks a few questions which I think are reasonable considering this is going to a wide audience: "Can you tell us, what really is an element, what defines an it?"  Fine, fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she asks some sort of question saying something like, "So let's say you've got this element with 2.4 protons...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT?  It made me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-279870886690058199?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/279870886690058199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=279870886690058199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/279870886690058199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/279870886690058199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/state-of-science-education.html' title='The state of science education'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1451486349850800224</id><published>2009-10-29T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:20:10.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Interviewing</title><content type='html'>For the first time, I am slated to interview someone.  It's kind of exciting and interesting at the same time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how I'm going to do it.  There is a significant part of me that thinks this person is going to come out and say, "why the fuck do you have a job at this place?  they should totally take me instead.  you're found out now!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't actually think that's going to happen, but one thing I am finding to be a problem is my need to feel SO on top of everything that I am extremely unsure if I don't know exactly what I am talking about, which makes me seem stupid.  It's the classic "bluff" problem that has been discussed ad nauseum regarding the genders.  I need time to think, plan out what I am going to say, and all that jazz.  And at this interview, for a position/role that I am unfamiliar with, I am terrified of seeming like an idiot because obviously I will not be the expert in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I need to approach this with a position of power and not be such a wimp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1451486349850800224?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1451486349850800224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1451486349850800224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1451486349850800224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1451486349850800224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/interviewing.html' title='Interviewing'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-8360411289008810689</id><published>2009-10-27T00:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:16:54.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Don't worry about it, it's historical</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was minorly irked about how a form for something that I had to do now that I am a resident in New State because of New Job had Mr. Phizz's name first, even though I was the person who handled the entire interaction with Other Party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just a field that involved putting who the contract was about, and the person who made the form put "Mr. PhizzleDizzle and Dr. PhizzleDizzle."  It was a freeform field and could have been filled out in the opposite order without any detriment or confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said to someone offhand in my office, "Oh, that's so annoying, because I am the only person this person who made the form has dealt with. Lame."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brushed me off and said, "Don't worry about it!  It's just historical.  Don't let it ruin your day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow this really annoyed me.  I think I would have forgotten about it momentarily if he had not said just a ridiculous thing.  I was never going to let it ruin my day, but to be brushed off with "it's historical" is the lamest thing I have ever heard.  You want to know what's historical?  INSTITUTIONAL SEXISM is historical.  Institutional racism is historical.  Institutional poverty is historical.  Saying something shouldn't bother me BECAUSE IT'S HISTORICAL is garbage.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-8360411289008810689?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/8360411289008810689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=8360411289008810689&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8360411289008810689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8360411289008810689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-worry-about-it-its-historical.html' title='Don&apos;t worry about it, it&apos;s historical'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1340260762453621966</id><published>2009-10-25T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:39:24.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Spotting in Football</title><content type='html'>Am I the only person who thinks spotting in football is ridiculous?  It's the most ridiculous thing ever.  Methinks the precision of spotting is probably around +/- 1 foot, probably, and yet, they act like it's exact (or at least within millimeters) when they break out the chains.  It is comical.  I really find it funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1340260762453621966?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1340260762453621966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1340260762453621966&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1340260762453621966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1340260762453621966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/spotting-in-football.html' title='Spotting in Football'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5280365255313866937</id><published>2009-10-21T23:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:29:14.206-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Blogging at work</title><content type='html'>So, one thing I have been struggling with is general paranoia regarding computer usage at work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hesitate to check my email at work.  When I log into facebook (which I look at about 1 minute of every two hours or s0 to catch up on my feed), I don't input anything - I see a status report or something that makes me want to respond in a political way, I don't.  I try to remember to do it when I get home, but usually I'm wiped and the thing I wanted to respond to has been bumped off my radar screen.  Likewise, when I think of something to blog, I don't.  And then when I get home, I'm wiped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to do anything at work that sheds light on my personal life, my political leanings, or even just general things that don't have to do with work.  I don't even open my google reader, at all, at work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I being too paranoid?  Should I just chill out?  Certainly, I don't want to blog at work, I do have anonymity I want to preserve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that I am in a corporate environment, not academic.  I don't know.  I am always very suspicious of corporations and I have read one too many articles about employees who were fired because they were careless with their usage of computers/networks.  I don't know where the line is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone have an opinion?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5280365255313866937?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5280365255313866937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5280365255313866937&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5280365255313866937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5280365255313866937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-at-work.html' title='Blogging at work'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3789546279634771857</id><published>2009-10-20T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:35:46.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the fucker who stole $100 from my wallet</title><content type='html'>I know you think you deserve a prize for even turning in my purse after I left it on my chair at lunch.  You probably think, "At least I didn't steal the whole thing."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what?  The $97 in cash in that wallet was MINE.  Not yours.  Mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the 2nd time in a year I've left my purse somewhere only to have it returned - but without cash.  $45 bucks the first time and $100 the second.  What makes people think this shit is ok?  Do you think you deserve a fat reward?  Sure, I'd feel less enraged if I was missing $20 bucks.  That might be ok.  But to just help yourself to all the cash because you can, is fucking screwed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how can I deal with this?  There is part of me that is trying to imagine that someone who is really down on their luck found my wallet and is using it to buy groceries for their hungry children for a week.  There's even a part of me that if someone left a note, saying, "I'm so sorry, but I considered this a sign because I really need this to go to the doctor" or something, I wouldnt' be so upset.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel really pissed and personally violated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the one hand, I feel lucky, because I am so a master of my own universe that I cannot remember the last time I felt this enraged by something beyond my control and that I could do nothing about.  In fact, the last time was the last time someone stole cash out of my wallet.  There is something to be said about being so fortunate that I am generally in control of my destiny and don't have to feel violated on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other, I am fucking pissed as hell.  What the hell is wrong with this world?  I would NEVER EVER EVER do something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASSHOLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3789546279634771857?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3789546279634771857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3789546279634771857&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3789546279634771857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3789546279634771857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-fucker-who-stole-100-from-my-wallet.html' title='To the fucker who stole $100 from my wallet'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6908495933244319128</id><published>2009-10-14T01:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:11:57.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>I'm a Motherfucking Doctor!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm a doctor.  It's awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The defense went well, quite well.  I'm sooooo excited and happy!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back blogosphere!  Except somewhat regular blogging soon.  Lots to say :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6908495933244319128?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6908495933244319128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6908495933244319128&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6908495933244319128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6908495933244319128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-motherfucking-doctor.html' title='I&apos;m a Motherfucking Doctor!!!!'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6091343337337694899</id><published>2009-09-17T00:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:37:09.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>PSA</title><content type='html'>DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT try to write your thesis while working full time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the shortest fuse I have ever had in my life.  The other day, when going to pick up Mr. Phizz from the airport, I called his airline to see the status of his flight.  The stupid voice recognition didn't understand me, even though I was saying simple words like, "Yes."  Finally, after a few foiled attempts to get the answers I wanted, I yelled "YES!!!!" so loudly that the sigproc filter on the other end detected that I was deranged and said, "I will transfer you to an agent immediately."  I had heard rumors before that all you have to do to talk to a human is shout or curse, but this is the first time little old me ever got to that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More recently, I have found myself wanting to cry randomly.  Just now, my advisor kindly told me to rest and take a break.  I was so touched that I almost started to cry.  I am sort of crying now.  I am so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to complain to someone, but Mr. Phizz is asleep and I was pacing around my room, holding back tears and frenetically trying to hold it together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I decided to blog.  Thank you blogosphere, for being the receptable for my venting.  I am sorry I haven't paid attention to any of you lately.  I hope you understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6091343337337694899?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6091343337337694899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6091343337337694899&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6091343337337694899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6091343337337694899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/09/psa.html' title='PSA'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4710649586238407393</id><published>2009-09-02T00:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:54:41.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>Defense</title><content type='html'>I have a defense date.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not be reading/commenting for a little while as a result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am stressed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4710649586238407393?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4710649586238407393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4710649586238407393&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4710649586238407393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4710649586238407393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/09/defense.html' title='Defense'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2441743868580081427</id><published>2009-08-19T01:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:52:58.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Gender and College Majors</title><content type='html'>I recently came across this article:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/08/10/gender_gap_majors/"&gt;http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/08/10/gender_gap_majors/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The primary point of this article is that one of the reasons men make more money the women is the choice of college major - that accounts for 19% of the income gap for the high school class of 1999.  This isn't particularly surprising - men choose engineering more, women choose nursing more...this ends up skewing the aggregate pay comparisons between men and women.  Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more disturbing stat is that once women begin achieving parity in male-dominated fields, overall pay for that career goes DOWN.  Case in point is biomedical engineering.  Yes, engineering.  Now that it's basically 50-50, pay has stagnated, whereas male-dominated engineering fields, like electrical engineering, are still highly paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They suggest one reason could be that women don't negotiate as much, bringing down the aggregate pay rate of a field when they enter a field en masse.  Or that once women join a field in large numbers, the field becomes less valued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, it's pretty depressing.  Selfishly, I guess I'm glad that I'm the only woman for miles in my company.  In a larger sense...it's pretty depressing.  What do you think it is?  The lack of negotiation of the devaluation of a field once many women enter it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2441743868580081427?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2441743868580081427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2441743868580081427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2441743868580081427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2441743868580081427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/08/gender-and-college-majors.html' title='Gender and College Majors'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6657449177072217874</id><published>2009-08-14T03:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:45:47.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>This is nice to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSTRE57C07920090813"&gt;http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSTRE57C07920090813&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glenn Beck is a motherfucking douchenozzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6657449177072217874?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6657449177072217874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6657449177072217874&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6657449177072217874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6657449177072217874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-nice-to-see.html' title='This is nice to see'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5591967556785576621</id><published>2009-08-14T00:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:53:54.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PurchaseI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I bought this today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/eiec/19/19317/19317_EC0204.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdDtIm" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="http://images.jcrew.com/erez4/erez?src=images/eiec/19/19317/19317_EC0204.tif&amp;amp;tmp=prdDtIm" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5591967556785576621?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5591967556785576621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5591967556785576621&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5591967556785576621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5591967556785576621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/08/purchasei.html' title='PurchaseI'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4051978987984627547</id><published>2009-08-13T02:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:50:13.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>One more thing</title><content type='html'>Another thing which I cannot get used to about corporate life is the feeling that you are on the clock.  No, I'm not really on the clock.  No one is timing my trips to the bathroom.  No one is making sure I am there N hours a day.  No one is making sure of anything.  Yet, the feeling persists.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The primary effect this has on me is the post-lunch nap.  Sometimes, I get painfully, unbelievably sleepy at lunch.  As I've &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2008/10/power-naps.html"&gt;blogged&lt;/a&gt; before, I can usually alleviate this problem in about 10 minutes with a desk nap.  It's all I need - to put my head down for 10 minutes and when I wake up again, I am generally really refreshed and ready to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except that I feel certain that it would be frowned upon for me to do that.  Even though no one cared in grad school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The frustrating thing is, I *know* that if I just did it, I would be much more productive, but instead, I spend 45 minutes to an hour, just suffering and trying to fight it out.  Staring at computer screens or pages and blinking, trying hard to almost fall asleep but not.  I try some caffeine, but not too much because I don't want to be kept up at night, and chances are by the time the caffeine kicks in, I'll have slipped out of the danger zone anyway.  I literally lose an hour-ish a day in this zombie-zone, and it drives me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I should bring this up to anyone/my boss and just say, "look.  I need a 10 minute snooze, and I promise you I'll be better for it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you guys think?  I think it really depends on the work environment, and I'm not sure how mine would take this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4051978987984627547?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4051978987984627547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4051978987984627547&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4051978987984627547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4051978987984627547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5885606785158328691</id><published>2009-08-13T01:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:48:48.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Another Industrial Observation</title><content type='html'>So another thing that comes with industrial work is secrecy and lawyers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're in academia, and you go to a conference, run into your friend, and decide over beers that you'd like to collaborate on something, you do it.  Even if you are from different institutions.  And if someone asks you about what you are working on, you're pretty much delighted to tell them about your brilliant ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're in industry, it's fairly easy to collaborate with academics, but other companies, other labs?  Forget it!  It can be a nightmare.  Call the lawyers!  Who owns this IP?  Good golly.  Not only that, there is all sorts of secrecy within the company as well.  Who ever heard of a grad student keeping their work under wraps against their own labmates?  I'm not talking about the kind of knowledge hoarding like how to use this tool, or how to use this technique.  I'm talking about not telling anyone anything about what you are doing at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really mind any of these things, it's just quite an interesting transition.  It makes life somewhat interesting, this life of intrigue...I think because I am somewhat interested in the business aspects of what I work on...I don't think of my ideas just as in a vacuum.  Thus, thinking of the work as a part of holistic view of the company, I don't mind the secrecy because I can see how it is parter of a larger corporate strategy.  I would think though, that people who are idea people and don't care about practicalities or business would completely chafe at these sorts of restrictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do sort of mind the lawyers I guess...not that I have anything against lawyers, but having to check with them sometimes about how to interact with colleagues at other corporations is just annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5885606785158328691?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5885606785158328691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5885606785158328691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5885606785158328691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5885606785158328691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-industrial-observation.html' title='Another Industrial Observation'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2311408097387141770</id><published>2009-08-06T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:39:11.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Note to Traveling Parents</title><content type='html'>It seems every time I get on a plane these days, there is a parent who is traveling with 1-2 small children who don't seem to get that children cannot be still for 3+ hours, no matter how much you shush them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago, I went on a flight with a young mother and her two sons, I'm guessing 3 and 5 years old.  a 5-6 hour flight, and she had NOTHING for them to do the whole time.  I felt so sorry for the poor boys, who I'm sure were getting sooooo restless.  The whole flight, she just said to them, "SIT.   DOWN."  or "STOP IT."  I thought, if they have no toys, no coloring books, are not allowed to get up and run around for a few minutes, what do you think is going to happen?  They are going to fuss, we are talking about little boys here!!!  She basically wanted them to sit completely still the whole time.  Whaaaa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I was on a 3-hr flight and a mom was holding her ~1 year old baby.  She was sooo in love with her kid, and he *was* cute.  You could tell she's a new first time mom though.  This kid fussed for a long time, just kicking his legs around and squirming, and I thought...lady, this kid needs to stretch his legs!  The more he squirmed, the more she tried to swaddle him with a blanket and hold him tight.  She endlessly wrapped this blanket around him while he kicked his way out of it.  And I'm like, this kid needs some activity!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo.  That's just my random advice to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2311408097387141770?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2311408097387141770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2311408097387141770&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2311408097387141770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2311408097387141770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/08/note-to-traveling-parents.html' title='Note to Traveling Parents'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5398285924062141220</id><published>2009-07-27T03:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:32:37.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movie Review</title><content type='html'>I just watched the movie "He's Just Not That Into You." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't heard such good things about it, just that it was 'eh'....but I *really* liked it.  I really did.  I just got so into the characters, and they got some really pretty good actors to do the film, who could show quite a bit of depth just with subtle expressions on their faces.  I was reminded that Jennifer Connelly is SO.  GOOD.  I had forgotten how much I like Jennifer Aniston.  I'm not a fan of Ginnifer Goodwin, but I'll admit she really had me into her character's plight, even if I don't relate to her insanity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it a really smart movie?  A really exciting movie?  Really suspenseful?  No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I liked it, a lot.  I suspect I will think about it for the rest of the night.  Have any of you seen it?  Did you like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will also take heart i knowing that I don't have to wonder whether a dude is into me.  I have a dude.  Who is really into me.  And I'm into him.  How lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5398285924062141220?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5398285924062141220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5398285924062141220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5398285924062141220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5398285924062141220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-308782015013893807</id><published>2009-07-26T14:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:31:08.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>Working: Industry or Academia?</title><content type='html'>I am finally getting used to the cadence of working.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What this means is that when I get ready for bed on the weekdays, I don't think, "What?  Time for bed already?  And do it all again tomorrow!?  Wtf, where did the time go?"  I now feel like my evenings are THERE, not just ethereal slots of time that slip away before I realize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also means that on weekends, I do not sleep until 11:30 or 12:30am....I am getting up around 8 or 9.  This is good, because my weekends had seemed pretty useless, spent entirely in recovery, kind of like a weekend long post-work hangover.  Now, I feel ready to....do stuff on weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, for the time being, the "stuff" I should do is really work on getting my thesis finished.  It's really something I've just got to get done, otherwise the time will pass and I'll eventually just give up on it.  This is not allowed to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...how do I feel about work?  I work in an industrial lab.  This means I have a boss who really directs the overall vision of the research work that we do, which is kind of different from (my) grad school experience, where I had almost complete freedom of direction.  However, I know many graduate students who are very micro-managed by their advisors and might feel there is a *decrease* in direction management when taking a job like mine.  Especially though my boss directs things from on high, he does not direct from below - at a certain point, I do have almost complete freedom.  I'm given a huge sub-branch of the gigantic tree of potential research, and I can do what I want in that sub-branch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing about working in an industrial lab is this -- let's face it, the economy sucks.  Industrial labs of old were basically smart people fucking around the best way smart people know how to and just doing, "what if" type stuff.  What was born of that?  Um, Unix, awk, sed, C...the TRANSISTOR.....really awesome stuff.  But now that the economy sucks, even the amazing industrial labs of old don't really do that anymore.  It's much more directed; the hope is eventually what you do will help the company bottom line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I'm kind of fine with that.  I personally have never been super comfortable in crazy-out-there research space.  If you're making this industrial vs. academic decision, then I'd imagine this is one of the more important factors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing about working in industry is that I do not have to beg for money.  The longer I work, the more I'm pretty excited about that.  The more I realize that this is the way to go for me (at least for now).  I used to really feel motivated about teaching the next level of students...wanting to do that, but now I just...feel flat in that regard.  I am enjoying my job too much to care about that right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all depends on what you care about.  Right now, the thought of making up slides for a class, for teaching students, particularly ones who try to grade-monger, the thought of publishing endlessly and writing grants...it makes me tired.  It makes me glad I'm not doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are others, of course, who would chafe under the infrastructure that I am currently under.  Their eyes would glaze over when considering the business aspects of their research, the utility for how it would or could actually be deployed, drilling down to the details of making something ACTUALLY happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all really depends on what you would prefer.  I'm just laying it out how I see it personally.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy with my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-308782015013893807?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/308782015013893807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=308782015013893807&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/308782015013893807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/308782015013893807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/working-industry-or-academia.html' title='Working: Industry or Academia?'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4167883017959704812</id><published>2009-07-16T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:54:24.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News All Around</title><content type='html'>I have booked a trip to see Mr. Phizz, so there will be another visit between now and Labor Day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten permission to think about setting a date for my defense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4167883017959704812?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4167883017959704812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4167883017959704812&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4167883017959704812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4167883017959704812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-news-all-around.html' title='Good News All Around'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4044886109094768106</id><published>2009-07-12T01:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:11:15.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Cheney</title><content type='html'>I've always believed this, but I'll say it again...Cheney is such a motherfucking douchenozzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4044886109094768106?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4044886109094768106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4044886109094768106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4044886109094768106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4044886109094768106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheney.html' title='Cheney'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5542938097765834477</id><published>2009-07-11T01:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:07:58.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>TdF</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else enjoying the Tour de France?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, it's so awesome.  I'm loving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see some fucking hammers dropping as the mountain stages continue.  Yeah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5542938097765834477?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5542938097765834477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5542938097765834477&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5542938097765834477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5542938097765834477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/tdf.html' title='TdF'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3136080343160875592</id><published>2009-07-10T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:58:34.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Now that I am working....</title><content type='html'>It alarms me to the degree that today being Friday makes me happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I don't like work - I like it, I really do, but it's frightening how glad I am that it's Friday...however, the new cadence of how work is - 5 days of work in a row where I go to this place and work, then come home and chill out/work on thesis, then 2 days of just doing whatever...I kind of like this cadence.  I am ready for this to be my new life, as opposed to the academic life where all day, every day, I was thinking about work, or thinking that I should be working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meanwhile, it is fucking not easy to work on your thesis while you are working another job.  This is another thing I dont' recommend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3136080343160875592?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3136080343160875592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3136080343160875592&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3136080343160875592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3136080343160875592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-that-i-am-working.html' title='Now that I am working....'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7049825534721772281</id><published>2009-07-09T01:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:36:16.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love the hubby'/><title type='text'>Long Distance is Hard</title><content type='html'>Mr. Phizz, my own personal Mr. Amazing, as I've blogged about &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-heart-mr-pd.html"&gt;many&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2008/10/ultimate-optimization-problem-choosing.html"&gt;times&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-poetic-waxing-this-time-about-mr.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, and I have been having some difficulties with the distance, because it's exacerbated by a number of things:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, when we had to deal with distance, we both went to new places.  This time, I am in the new place and I have left him behind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, we were in the same time zone.  Now we are not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, I did not have a job that demanded a lot of my attention and time.  Now I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before, we were not married, now we are.  This means that a lot of logistical decisions about life affect both of us and merit discussion, whereas before I would just do what I did because it was my life and he was just my boyfriend.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;All told, we are holding up well, but I do not recommend doing what we are doing.  Fortunately though, in the grand scheme of things we are still good - he supports me and my job and is not blaming me for leaving him behind at all.  The difficulties are just artifacts of the circumstances we are in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the guy.  But man, I wish he could visit me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7049825534721772281?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7049825534721772281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7049825534721772281&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7049825534721772281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7049825534721772281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-distance-is-hard.html' title='Long Distance is Hard'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1457592435420545362</id><published>2009-07-05T16:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:40:26.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Insurance and Gender Shiz</title><content type='html'>So I'm shopping around for car insurance.  I'm applying for a bunch of online quotes. And a few websites (though I can't remember who), really really pissed me off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several, upon finding that I was married, then asked for the information on my spouse, and auto-filled the spousal last name to be the same as mine.  It just struck me as strange, to see Mr. Phizz's first name paired with my last name.  It made me just a little bit mad, that they made this assumption that spouses have the same last name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there was one website that actually HAD NO FIELD AT ALL for putting in the spouse last name.  In other words, they had no means for me to indicate that Mr. Phizz and I have different last names.  At all.  I was like, wtf?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, this made me really really mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1457592435420545362?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1457592435420545362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1457592435420545362&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1457592435420545362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1457592435420545362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/07/insurance-and-gender-shiz.html' title='Insurance and Gender Shiz'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5731421375235407612</id><published>2009-06-27T14:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:36:28.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Movies and Books</title><content type='html'>I may feel really busy with work, but I've been managing to sneak in some time to watch movies and read books.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The books I've read have mostly been chick lit - where I just wanted some fluff that I could finish in a few hours so that when I got obsessed (which I always do), I would be able to return as a normal functioning human being quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've read: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can You Keep a Secret? by Sophie Kinsella.  My first Kinsella book.  Appropriately cute and fluffy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, by Anne Brashares.  Also a cute book.  Very young feeling, but was fine.  I enjoyed it for what it was.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri.  This was a deeper book, definitely not chick lit.  And I enjoyed it more deeply than the others, kind of how I would a really great dinner (as opposed to the other books, which I enjoyed the way I enjoy potato chips).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I'm reading a non-fiction book called "The Survival of Beauty" which assessed beauty in a quasi-scientific manner and what it means to society.  I've only just begun, but since it's non-fiction I won't get as obsessed with the storyline and will be able to put it down when I need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for movies, last night I saw "Taken" with Liam Neeson.  First of all, Liam Neeson is a first-class actor.  I'm not sure he used it so much in this movie, but he was an extremely believable character here.  Anyway, the movie was just good.  I was literally on the edge of my seat.  Sometimes I use that phrase a bit flippantly, but toward the end of the movie I realized I had scooted up from being reclined on the couch to sitting on the edge, all tense and hunched.  All in all, I enjoyed it.  I'd recommend it for a Netflix rental.  Perhaps not a $5 blockbuster rental, but as part of  Netflix queue, I'd say, "foshizzle!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to catch up on everyone's blogs.  I have deeper things to blog but I never seem to have the time to put them to paper anymore.  HA!  Paper.  I mean "the internet".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a totally useless post.  Have great weekends all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5731421375235407612?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5731421375235407612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5731421375235407612&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5731421375235407612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5731421375235407612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/06/movies-and-books.html' title='Movies and Books'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5738684043286990593</id><published>2009-06-24T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:26:39.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Long Absence</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy with everything - the whole getting up early to go to work, and then coming home hours later, preparing something to eat, and then doing minor bits of schoolwork, before crashing to repeat....I am more behind than I have EVER been in my blog reading!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, let's see, how are things going with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten so fat.  But I can't figure out how fat because I don't have a scale.  And I don't want to buy one, because we have one - but it's with Mr. Phizz.  Who absolutely does not need a scale.  Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work is still interesting.  It's quite interesting to get into the business side of what I've been researching.  Companies can be pretty interesting environments in general.  But the thing that I really wonder is how much "standards" affect researchers in academia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, say, Microsoft - let's say someone in academia discovers some hot new way to do something, like say write parallel programs.  But it requires not only a lot of rewriting, but the cooperation with a lot of customers.  This is a pain in the ass for everyone, and the source of a lot of inertia in terms of industrial innovation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In academia, you don't have this issue.  You think of a hot new way to do something, and you do it.  Then you publish it.  Then you dance the happy dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is something to get used to - the ability to adopt NewFangledAwesomeness is nearly just as, if not more important than, the awesomeness itself.  In fact, if it hard to adopt, then it better be really freaking intensely awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, this is just another one of the non-trivial adjustments I'm making now that I'm a corporate schmuck :).&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5738684043286990593?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5738684043286990593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5738684043286990593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5738684043286990593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5738684043286990593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-absence.html' title='Long Absence'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4693085722813081424</id><published>2009-06-10T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:42:19.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Work is exciting!  And other random thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's only been 3 days, but I'm enjoying it so much so far.  First, I get to talk to people whom I find smart and interesting.  Second, when I go home, I am home and I don't reeeeeeally have to worry about work anymore.  Third, NewJobCity is beautiful.  It's just so awesome in so many ways!  I can't help but think that not only am I having way more impact than before by working on relevant industrial projects, but I am basically doing the same thing I used to do in grad school (research) but getting paid like 4-5 times as much.  I can't get over how awesome that is, just in general!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seriously like so happy with everything right now - if only Mr. Phizz were around.  Fortunately, he is coming to visit soon and I am even more happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I find a bit strange is how many meetings are held in the corporate world.  It's like, a lot.  Weekly group meetings were quite enough for me in grad school, but having like....sometimes 4 meetings in a day?  Good lord.  But sometimes it breaks up the day.  Other times, it's just insane.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah - and if I am not careful, I am going to get very, very fat from eating lunch out every day.  Not only that, my wallet will get much thinner than it needs to be.  I used to wonder about people who complained that they couldn't bring lunch because it broke social code at work.  I thought that was the lamest excuse for being fat ever.  However, I can see how that works.  My boss doesn't ever bring lunch.  When he says, "do you want lunch?"  you want to say, "yes" so you can get face time with him.  Plus, if a number of people go out every day, do you want to relinquish the only chance you have to hang out with people during the middle of the day?  Not really...so far, I have only brought my lunch a few times, partially because it's been hard to get to the store to buy lunch stuff, partly because I've been busy, and partly because I want to get plugged into the work network by going out to lunch with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so those are my initial thoughts about being a full-time employee.  Woo woo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4693085722813081424?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4693085722813081424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4693085722813081424&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4693085722813081424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4693085722813081424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-is-exciting-and-other-random.html' title='Work is exciting!  And other random thoughts'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-9012327189132246102</id><published>2009-06-07T00:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:37:49.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>I miss Mr. Phizz</title><content type='html'>Today, I feel lonely.  I miss my husband.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see him in a few weeks.  But still.  I am hoping that work next week will be super exciting.  But as it stands, now that I'm settling in, regular life is beginning, and I am realizing how much I will miss Mr. Phizz until he can come join me.  It seems like life will now be an endless series of days at work, and coming home to....working on my thesis and no one.  How depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just hope that work is exceedingly exciting.  Which I think it might be, but I'll still miss Mr. Phizz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-9012327189132246102?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/9012327189132246102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=9012327189132246102&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9012327189132246102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9012327189132246102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-mr-phizz.html' title='I miss Mr. Phizz'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2252820887971054030</id><published>2009-06-05T13:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:24:55.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;life as a working stiff&quot;'/><title type='text'>Really Excited - and Scared</title><content type='html'>I'm really excited about my new job.  It's basically....a perfect-sounding job for me.  I'll be doing what I like to do.  I'll be paid well for it.  I'll be having an impact in helping to define the next generation of products.  It's so freakin exciting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the back of my mind, I'm worried that my starry-eyed excitement has more to do with the fact that I haven't really started yet, and that in a few months I'm going to realize that I'm a corporate schmuck that hates her job, just like everyone else in the world.  Except I really don't think that's going to happen.  Except that if it does, I'll be so disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, I'm also worried because they seemed to really want me to take this job.  Because they think I'm going to kick ass.  Like, a lot.  And I'm worried that I won't live up to the hubbub and will fall totally, totally short.  They'll be like, "why are we paying her again? why did we bring her on?  this girl is nothing but an impostor!"  I'll just have to work really hard to make sure this doesn't happen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other part of me is pleased as punch that I was so coveted for this position.  That's right.  I'm a rock star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to kick some major ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2252820887971054030?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2252820887971054030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2252820887971054030&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2252820887971054030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2252820887971054030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-excited-and-scared.html' title='Really Excited - and Scared'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7083658473245946864</id><published>2009-06-04T01:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:40:43.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Hello Peeps!!!</title><content type='html'>So I emerge from a house with no internet, and from a cold that knocked me flat - the first really, really, REALLY bad cold I've had in a long time.  The kind of cold I hope I never get again because now that I'm a working woman, I can't afford to deal with that kind of inability to move.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first post in what feels like a long time.  Longer than it's been.  So much has changed - I'm several times zones away from where I lived, and also from my husband.  I'm living in new quarters.  I don't have most of my stuff.  Even Mr. Phizz has moved out of our old place and living somewhere else.  Everything is discombobulated.  I don't have a car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I find mooring?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find mooring with books.  I found a book from a roommate's shelf and began to read.  And read.  And read.  If you haven't read "Rhett Butler's People" and you loved Gone with the Wind, then go out, get the book, and read it.  If you read "Scarlett" as the sequel to GWTW - forget it.  We know it sucked.  Replace it in your mind with this book.  It was so wonderfully done.  The author was selected by the Margaret Mitchell estate to write the authorized sequel, and I really think he did a fine job.  It's not nearly as good as GWTW, but many parts evoke it very strongly, and I think it's just far and away a trillion times better than Scarlett.  It's well worth reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to catch up with everyone's posts.  I am so behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7083658473245946864?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7083658473245946864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7083658473245946864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7083658473245946864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7083658473245946864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-peeps.html' title='Hello Peeps!!!'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2794959967935680191</id><published>2009-05-28T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:55:53.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>ERGH</title><content type='html'>I am super excited about my new life but I have a 101 degree fever.  Too much excitement I guess.  Eck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to get to regularly blogging again soon, when I am more settled and not sick anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2794959967935680191?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2794959967935680191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2794959967935680191&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2794959967935680191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2794959967935680191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/05/ergh.html' title='ERGH'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6860662082622060114</id><published>2009-05-25T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:02:43.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Details :)</title><content type='html'>So, InternshipCity is really a lovely place, particularly in the summer months.  It sure beats where I arrived from, which is  place I really do not like.  At all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been at work a week and they got the a-ok to hire someone, and of course I jumped at the opportunity.  I am excited about the prospect of working here, very much so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Mr. Phizz complicates things but that will not keep me from taking this job.  I want OUT of where we were living.  I can handle it and we can handle it.  We are video-chatting right now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I've been wracking my mind most about is the negotiation process, but I think I'm doing a pretty good job.  I am going to making literally buttloads of money that I don't know what to do with.  It will be very exciting, coming off my grad salary.  I went shopping today and bought shoes that were not on sale!!!  ZOMG!!!!!  Then I bought some tops that were super cute for work, because I am not dressing like a grad student for work, I will dress like a grown-up professional!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just really happy.  This is a very very good fit for me.  It is all working out.  The only wrinkle is the situation with Mr. Phizz but we have such a rocking relationship that it will, again, work out.  He's going to try to come sometime next year.  It will be ok.  Now that I'm here and he isn't, I realize how independent I can be and how I do not need him to feel alive.  I am not co-dependent.  I love him to death, but if he is not here, that does not mean I cannot be damned excited about this job offer and what I have managed to do for myself.  I am going to build a kickass life here and when he comes we will live happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we will not be one of those couples where the wife follows the husband around where he goes.  He is the best husband ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6860662082622060114?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6860662082622060114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6860662082622060114&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6860662082622060114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6860662082622060114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/05/details.html' title='Details :)'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2538056746046726225</id><published>2009-05-22T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:14:56.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>I have a full-time job offer!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying InternshipCity and I am just on cloud 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2538056746046726225?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2538056746046726225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2538056746046726225&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2538056746046726225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2538056746046726225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/05/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2077140411033554598</id><published>2009-05-16T08:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:56:10.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Doing the Bullet Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I leave TODAY!!!!!!!!!!  (corollary: AAAAAAAAAH) (2nd: corollary - also excited!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out yesterday a girl I knew from my hometown just lost her newborn preemie, after one month.  That....floored me.  At that very moment I was looking outside my window into the park nearby and there were no less than 4 young mothers with their small children outside playing, and my heart ached for this girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The older I get, the more I realize how cruel the world can be. Somehow I managed to be shielded from tragedy my entire life until the last several years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2077140411033554598?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2077140411033554598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2077140411033554598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2077140411033554598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2077140411033554598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/05/doing-bullet-thing.html' title='Doing the Bullet Thing'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6137619536558551287</id><published>2009-05-09T11:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:08:39.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love the hubby'/><title type='text'>Leaving for my Internship</title><content type='html'>I leave in exactly 1 week.  The closer it gets, the sadder I get about the prospect of leaving Mr. Phizz for the summer.  I know it's only for a summer, and actually we've done this before, but not since we've been married....and I am just....sad!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I met a friend of Mr. Phizz's from the old days and she was telling us how she just got a TT job at Northeastern School.  We were like, "great!!"  She said the only bad thing is that her fiance just got a TT job at Deep Southern School.  The plan is to take both of the jobs...and just...live the beginnings of their marriage trying to get tenure at these two very different and quite far apart universities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole thought just made me depressed.  Is that what it comes to?  When you have two high-flying individuals with separate career aspirations?  I can do anything that's temporary, like on the order of months, but I could not decide to live apart from Mr. Phizz for 5-6 years.  What happens if they both get tenure?  What...happens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How common is it for academic couples to just live apart for substantial parts of their lives, or for indefinite periods of time?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not live apart like that from Mr. Phizz.  This summer, I can handle.  But whatever happens afterwards...no.  I dont' think so.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6137619536558551287?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6137619536558551287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6137619536558551287&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6137619536558551287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6137619536558551287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaving-for-my-internship.html' title='Leaving for my Internship'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-8204261900578435543</id><published>2009-05-05T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:02:31.570-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>I'm not really an open-sourcer myself, so I am really far removed from this brouhaha that's going on in the Ruby coding community.  But I'm plugged in to the happenings on the inter-tubes, and apparently there was a big thing recently over a talk given at the Golden Gate Ruby Conference, which is a conference held in the Bay Area about a development platform called Ruby which is really useful and rapidly increasing in popularity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dude gave a talk where an analogy of databases:porn was made through the entire presentation, be-thonged women in numerous pictures included.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kicker is, when some people (not all women) objected to the nature of the presentation....entire hordes of people said, "get over yourselves and get some sense of humor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm really not involved in this community at all, I'm not going to say much more because I don't know anything about the players involved, but just reading about this from the sidelines makes me really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really?  Really?  This is your title page? Is this for real? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SgDf2EtcFZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gxA_mJTtyX8/s1600-h/Snapshot+2009-05-05+20-53-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SgDf2EtcFZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gxA_mJTtyX8/s400/Snapshot+2009-05-05+20-53-38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332508078876923282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; This wasn't even the only bare ass in this presentation.  I think, given that I *do* have a good sense of humor, I might have been able to handle this title page, maybe, if I were at a journal club with a bunch of my friends only.  MAYBE.  Now that I think about it, actually probably not.  But I know I would not be ok with seeing this at a conference, however edgy it is supposed to be.  Sigh.  Sigh Sigh.  Imagine being in a room with a few hundred men, and a handful of women, and watching this talk.  Wtf.  I'm sad.   So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-8204261900578435543?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/8204261900578435543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=8204261900578435543&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8204261900578435543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8204261900578435543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/05/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SgDf2EtcFZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gxA_mJTtyX8/s72-c/Snapshot+2009-05-05+20-53-38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3325516274740019498</id><published>2009-05-05T09:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:56:45.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Happy Cinco De Mayo!!!</title><content type='html'>As a person who lived near our nation's Southern Border, Cinco de Mayo was often a big deal when I was growing up.  Not so much here in the Northeast, but maybe I'll have some tequila today anyway :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3325516274740019498?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3325516274740019498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3325516274740019498&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3325516274740019498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3325516274740019498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Happy Cinco De Mayo!!!'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1161448963987954157</id><published>2009-04-29T15:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:37:19.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Power of Music</title><content type='html'>This video brought tears to my eyes.  It shows how technology can be so transformative these days - a laptop, a microphone, a great song, and thousands of frequent flyer miles will get you this amazing video.  Basically the video makers flew around the world with a base track from a street performer in Santa Monica and had musicians all over the world perform on top of it while listening to it on headphones, and the compilation is basically fucking awesome.  Read more about it and some of the artists on &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5231112/best-video-ive-seen-today-will-make-you-smile?autoplay=true"&gt;gizmodo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2539741"&gt;Playing For Change | Song Around The World "Stand By Me"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/concord"&gt;Concord Music Group&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1161448963987954157?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1161448963987954157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1161448963987954157&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1161448963987954157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1161448963987954157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-of-music.html' title='The Power of Music'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2407625799526289858</id><published>2009-04-28T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:37:56.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>My parents came to visit this weekend, for a really short visit from FarAwayState.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them and I miss them already.  They are the best parents ever.  EVAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2407625799526289858?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2407625799526289858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2407625799526289858&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2407625799526289858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2407625799526289858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-parents.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5718519921000050659</id><published>2009-04-23T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:51:11.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>Mr. Phizzle just told me I had to exercise today.  I basically told him to go fuck himself and give me the last piece of pizza.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except that I know he's right.  I really do.  I need to go take a kickboxing class or something, except that I'm full now and feeling petulant and ready to punch something, as long as I stay with my ass glued to the couch doing it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAAAAAAAAAH.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to remember what the Buddhist sentiment - life is not supposed to be easy.  It's hard, so just fucking deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to know what set me off today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Experiments coming along slowly.  Finally got a full set of results for one experiment today.  Results bad.  SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Watched a segment on the History Channel about Ben Franklin and what a freakin badass he was.  I am in awe of his rockstar status.  Made me feel bad about myself, that I suck so hard compared to BFranklin (yeah, talk about being mentally meta-stable...THAT set me off?  Ridiculous).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Read my alumni magazine from ILU and realized that major feature articles are all talking about how fresh graduates can't find jobs.  Greeeeaaaaattt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5718519921000050659?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5718519921000050659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5718519921000050659&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5718519921000050659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5718519921000050659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3233625734197611950</id><published>2009-04-23T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:23:05.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech Stuff'/><title type='text'>For Toaster</title><content type='html'>I have a feeling you will crap your pants on this one:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ht96HJ01SE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ht96HJ01SE4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3233625734197611950?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3233625734197611950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3233625734197611950&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3233625734197611950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3233625734197611950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-toaster.html' title='For Toaster'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2734188490571421472</id><published>2009-04-22T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:41:15.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grad School'/><title type='text'>Writing a Results Section</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a paper, new and improved from the last rejection, and I've got lots and lots more shiny new data.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a lot, perhaps too much, and I don't know how to present it effectively.  I'm having a really hard time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advisor advised me to work backwards - think about the points that I want to make and then make the graphs from there.  But I don't have all the data finished yet, and it takes a long time to run them all.  My fear is I will plan to make a point that won't actually be shown by any of my data (which is a bit irrational because I'm pretty sure what will come out, but that's just the way I work I guess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you write your results section?  How do you lay it out and construct it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2734188490571421472?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2734188490571421472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2734188490571421472&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2734188490571421472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2734188490571421472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/writing-results-section.html' title='Writing a Results Section'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1996704899232849611</id><published>2009-04-21T20:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:03:12.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Privilege Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2postdocswalkintoabar.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-priveleges-do-you-have.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2postdocswalkintoabar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;RESEARCHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; from Dr. A. and was inspired to remind myself that I have had a fucking good life, and I deserve this time of "trial" in terms of job search.  It will put hair on my chest.  How privileged was I?  We weren't rich in any way, but I didn't lack for anything, and my parents deprived themselves quite a bit so we could have what we had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The items that apply to me are BOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1. Father went to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;2. Father finished college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;3. Mother went to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;4. Mother finished college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;5. Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;6. Were the same or higher class than your high school teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;7. Had more than 50 books in your childhood home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;8. Had more than 500 books in your childhood home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;9. Were read children’s books by a parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;10. Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;11. Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18 see above (&lt;i&gt;soccer, piano, *edit - I forgot swimming&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;12. The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively (what people?  growing up there were like no asian people on TV, and if they were asian, they were men doing kung fu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;13. Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;16. Went to a private high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Went to summer camp (once a soccer day camp, another time a sleepaway camp for gifted kids)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;18. Had a private tutor before you turned 18 (&lt;i&gt;this is not a sign of privilege in my culture, but a sign of shame&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Family vacations involved staying at hotels (&lt;i&gt;sometimes - often we went camping but also we'd stay at places like motel 6 sometimes&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18 (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just about, some homemade though&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;21. Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(it was $800, woot woot!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;22. There was original art in your house when you were a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;23. You and your family lived in a single family house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;24. Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;25. You had your own room as a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;26. You had a phone in your room before you turned 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;27. Participated in a college entrance exam (eg. SAT/ACT) prep course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;28. Had your own TV in your room (&lt;i&gt;and neither will my kids, no matter how much money we have&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Owned a mutual fund or IRA in High School or College (&lt;i&gt;I think my mom started one for me in college?  I am not sure.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;30. Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16 (&lt;i&gt;several times to visit the "land of my ancestors", also to move across the country&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Went on a cruise with your family (&lt;i&gt;in college&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;32. Went on more than one cruise with your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up. (Not many, but a few times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family. (&lt;i&gt;In warm climes, heating bills are a non-issue&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;From "What Privileges Do You Have?", based on an exercise about class and privilege developed by Will Barratt, Meagan Cahill, Angie Carlen, Minnette Huck, Drew Lurker, Stacy Ploskonka at Illinois State University. If you participate in this blog game, they ask that you please acknowledge their copyright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;Bottom line, I had a pretty sweet childhood.  I also have a selective memory, I apparently remember childhood much more fondly than my sister, and when I am reminded of shit that happened, I just go "oh yeah"...so shit happened but I DON'T REMEMBER IT!!!  I'm kind of glad I'm that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1996704899232849611?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1996704899232849611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1996704899232849611&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1996704899232849611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1996704899232849611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/privilege-meme.html' title='Privilege Meme'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3975070247873553759</id><published>2009-04-20T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:15:20.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>No Longer Feeling Worthless - Just Pissed</title><content type='html'>I've been talking to a few friends who are also looking for jobs - good, smart, competent people, from freaking Top 5 programs, and they are having shittons of trouble too.  Other friends are too afraid to even try, and part of me is like, "that will probably help, since maybe by the time they start things will be better."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean seriously.  Yesterday I was angry at the world.  I spent 30 minutes on a ferry ride reminiscing in a bad way about a friend I cut out of my life 5+ years ago.  Rehashing shit and getting pissed.  Then I went to yoga class and got pissed about yoga, it wasn't until she had us doing some crazy balance move that I had to really concentrate on that I felt a little better.  Then I came back home and got pissed at my neighbors and their godawfully noisy kid.  Then I got pissed because the computer at school that I was networked into hung and I couldn't access it anymore.  Then I started with chatting with my friends who told me it's a fucking bitch out there in the job market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized in the middle of all this that I was just angry in general.  Fucking angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I realize being angry does nothing productive so I am trying to control it, but seriously, there is something wrong if PhDs in my field can't find jobs that suit them.  I've never cared about financials much before, but I, too, am waited with bated breath for profit announcements from IBM and others, since Intel and Google gave theirs and, while they were ok, didn't inspire confidence on a rebound of the tech sector.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main problem is, if everyone is tightening their belts, then they just don't spend money on tech.  No new phones, new computers, new software...and the primary problem is corporate.  Corporations usually rotate a lot of upgrades every couple of years or so and they are not really doing that right now, so the tech industry is hurting in that regard, all because of some rich dumbfucks who thought they could control the world and be masters of the universe with some dumbfuck financial derivatives whose value really could not be quantified except perhaps in terms of ExceptionalSuckiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I listen to these crazy insane assholes on Fox News talking shit about stuff and I just want to punch them all in the face because they are douchebag idiots who don't know a dumbfuck (like Bush) when they see one.  Seriously, Sean Hannity needs to stop saying, "Maybe President Obama learned this from the pews of Reverend Wright's church or from hanging out with William Ayers too much..."  Because seriously, the douchebag says it like every day.  I'm not joking, I saw him say that 2 or 3 times on 2 or 3 different days in one week because he is a fucking moron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell I'm angry?  This post has turned out to be nothing a fucking rant because I am angry at the world.  I just want a fucking job that makes use of what I am good at.  Fuck.  I fucking sound like &lt;a href="http://physioprof.wordpress.com"&gt;CPP&lt;/a&gt; right now, I just need to throw in a reference to some fucking wackaloons and I am set.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I used to wonder how I would deal in the face of adversity because I've never REALLY faced any real adversity because in general, my life has been one long picnic and I'm a fucking lucky beyotch.  In the grand scheme of things, everything is still fine, because I am not out of options yet.  So maybe it's my time to be tested a bit.  My grandparents had dealt with way more serious shit by this age.  My parents too.  This is a fucking cakewalk and I should take it in stride.  I'm trying.  But I'm still fucking pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3975070247873553759?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3975070247873553759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3975070247873553759&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3975070247873553759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3975070247873553759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-longer-feeling-worthless-just-pissed.html' title='No Longer Feeling Worthless - Just Pissed'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7027192133255652039</id><published>2009-04-18T12:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:24:10.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other science chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Article for JLK to pick apart</title><content type='html'>A recent &lt;a href="http://warner.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/16/who-are-you-calling-gay/?em"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://nytimes.com"&gt;NYT&lt;/a&gt; talks about a lot of the stuff &lt;a href="http://topyourfragileself.blogspot.com"&gt;JLK&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://debrayton.blogspot.com/"&gt;DuWayne&lt;/a&gt; are super into.  I read it with interest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, these days a boy being called a "fag" or "gay" in school is the ultimate kiss of death in terms of coolness, to the point that some kids are being driven to kill themselves once they've been pegged with these epithets.  And that all that it takes to be called one of those terms is to care about school, your clothes, or have an ounce of effeminate characteristics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I am all for "girls can be anything they want,"  I've been a bit disturbed by the lack of progress in acceptable boy behavior as a society.  They really do seemed to be trapped in a really monosyllabic note in terms of what's ok, and that sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read in "The Feminine Mystique" by Betty Friedan that American suffragette Lucy Stone's mother cried upon learning the sex of her latest child, "Oh dear, I am so sorry it's a girl. A woman's life is so hard."  I wholeheartedly believe that was true before, but I think it is definitely less so now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, I just think it's hard to be a kid.  Every time I see a kid, and I think about having one of my own (thoughts about that &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-children.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), I get paralyzed with fear that my kid will be teased mercilessly for one reason or another.  It's a miracle I got through my childhood pretty unscathed, but I think that was a combination of 1) my personality, 2) my parents, 3) my community, 4) my particular school, 5) my particular combination of classmates, 6) sheer luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I make sure that same tenuous balance happens for my kid?  I think it's really important to live somewhere that's diverse and urban, so that a lot more behavior is acceptable for both boys and girls, and there is a lot of shit to do besides gossip about someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My high school was over 3000 people.  No one could ruin your life because at any given moment only 500 people even knew who you were, the other 2500 didn't know or care about you.  You could only become a pariah in a small distinct group and it wasn't too hard to just...move to another.  On top of that, there were so many people that in general, you could ALWAYS find 4 other people who were as unusual as you and be friends.  Groups of dudes who played D&amp;amp;D and Magic all through lunch?  Yeah - about 10 of them.  Kids who cared about school and took lots of AP classes?  About 60-100 of them.  Cheerleaders?  I didn't know who they were, and I didnt' care.  Football players?  Pretty much the same.  Kids trash-canned and thrown into lockers?  Never happened.  A guy my year even catapulted to popularity for getting a leading role in a play with the Drama Club.  Band kids weren't even considered lame.  They were a good band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I find a school like that for my kid and make sure it's a pretty healthy, functional place?  Why do I wonder this even if I am &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-children.html"&gt;sooooo ambivalent&lt;/a&gt; about whether I even want one, ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I overthink things and am crazy :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7027192133255652039?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7027192133255652039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7027192133255652039&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7027192133255652039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7027192133255652039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/article-for-jlk-to-pick-apart.html' title='Article for JLK to pick apart'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4896701151052837128</id><published>2009-04-16T13:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:59:35.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Shitty Shitty Fuck Fuck</title><content type='html'>I just got rejected from another job.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take each of these personally, I can't help it.  I feel worthless, stupid, impostor-ish, and I don't actually know how to do anything useful.  Shit.  I'll never find a fucking job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, Mr. Phizz's bike got stolen last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4896701151052837128?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4896701151052837128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4896701151052837128&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4896701151052837128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4896701151052837128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/shitty-shitty-fuck-fuck.html' title='Shitty Shitty Fuck Fuck'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-987687945047905367</id><published>2009-04-15T13:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:13:16.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>On Children</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with Mr. Phizz yesterday about children.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always assumed I would have a few, because...well, that's what you did.  You grew up, got married, and had children.  I did not grow up with an all-consuming desire to be married and have a family, I just assumed I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've (kinda) grown up and gotten married.  But damned if I feel like having any children right now (or any time soon).  But the idea of deciding to not have any seems sooooo radical to my previous assumptions, my upbringing, and that of my husband's, that I'm a bit thrown by the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Phizz says to just not worry about it.  We don't want any now, so that's that.  We have a number of years before push will really come to shove and we have to decide if we want to avoid having to use fertility treatments and such.  So we really don't have to make any decisions now. I suppose I'll just let it go and stop wondering if I want any kiddos at all.  Because, while I like kids, I really...really...REALLY cannot imagine having one of my own any time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a number of you science bloggers don't have kids and have actively and overtly decided you will not have any.  How did you come to that decision?  Do you ever fear you will change your mind?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-987687945047905367?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/987687945047905367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=987687945047905367&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/987687945047905367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/987687945047905367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-children.html' title='On Children'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1551509681930293504</id><published>2009-04-15T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:54:35.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>NBC hits new low</title><content type='html'>Seriously????  &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/newsOne/idUSTRE53E0OL20090415"&gt;Linky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1551509681930293504?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1551509681930293504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1551509681930293504&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1551509681930293504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1551509681930293504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/nbc-hits-new-low.html' title='NBC hits new low'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5973453058278295002</id><published>2009-04-12T15:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:05:40.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>STUFF - too much of it</title><content type='html'>In my young life, I have moved all of my "stuff" 14 times.  I think that's about right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result, my natural pack-rat sensibilities have been quashed by my hatred of moving "stuff".  Every time I know I am going to move (which, let's face it, is like every year), I go through a frenzy of throwing things away.  Just...getting...rid...of...stuff.  It hurts so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently listening to loud rock music and going through my clothes and getting rid of stuff I don't think I ever want to wear again and putting them in a Goodwill pile.  Unfortunately, since I do this practically annually, I have not come up with a lot of stuff.  However, I have ditched 3 pairs of daisy dukes I have not worn since early grad school.  Husband was a little disappointed, but agreed that someone my age should NEVER wear those shorts.  Ever.  Ever.  I can't believe I even have them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there - more grown-up-ifying of my wardrobe.  I am also going through my purse collection.  I used to have a big thing for purses and handbags.  But that seems to have faded and I see no reason to drag a purse I won't ever use again that was in style 5 years ago from domicile to domicile.  Especially since I have seen the light and don't even use purses at all anymore - I am now a wristlet girl.  No more purses sliding off my slippery REI jacket!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any time I think about "stuff", I also think about how freaking lucky I am.  Here in the US, we just have so much STUFF, most of it superfluous but much if it quasi-necessary to keep up with the pace of life we have here.  I don't think I am particularly wasteful (I use cameras until they are no good - years, and same with my phones.  I think it's insane to buy new ones every year or season or whatever - and I wonder what people who do so do with their old ones.  I hope they dispose responsibly or donate or SOMETHING instead of tossing them in the garbage).  However, I realize that I have more stuff than entire villages of people in Third World countries.  And it makes me feel a both guilty and fortunate at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want FSM to know that I am very grateful for the life that I lead.  But a little bit mad that life needs me to move.  Again.  Not only out to my internship for the summer, but out of our little apartment too.  Sigh.  And I don't know where I'm going to live come Sept.  Awesome.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5973453058278295002?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5973453058278295002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5973453058278295002&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5973453058278295002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5973453058278295002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuff-too-much-of-it.html' title='STUFF - too much of it'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6657884189834837524</id><published>2009-04-10T16:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:38:43.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Many a Geek will be saddened by this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/2009/04/10/us/AP-Obit-Dave-Arneson.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp"&gt;Co-creator of D&amp;amp;D dies.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never played, but I know it's one of the first loves of many a geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6657884189834837524?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6657884189834837524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6657884189834837524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6657884189834837524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6657884189834837524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/many-geek-will-be-saddened-by-this.html' title='Many a Geek will be saddened by this'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7576537244094153757</id><published>2009-04-10T10:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:11:40.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Life Status</title><content type='html'>I am taking the internship.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not defending prior to taking the internship.  For reasons I will not discuss openly, I am fairly comfortable with that.  Besides, I'm almost done with Chapter 3 and am doing pretty well with Chapter 5, so that's all good.  My latest mental deadline is October and I'm sure I can do that, not stress myself out, and get myself PAID this summer way more than with my miserable stipend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not gotten any job offers yet.  Another good thing about internships is they are usually extensible, so if I'm still in trouble in the middle of the summer and no one wants to give me a real job, I can just extend the internship.  But still, I need to apply to a few more places, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I knew where we were going to live for the next few years.  Then we'd totally buy a house.  I can't help but feel this is just an awesome time to buy - but we have no idea.  So no house buying.  But I wish we could.......I find myself wistfully paging through listed homes on &lt;a href="http://www.zillow.com"&gt;zillow.com&lt;/a&gt;, all in various cities where we might end up but really have no idea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am planning to bike commute all summer on a cyclocross bike.  I'm allz excited about that.  Wooooooo!  Any excuse to buy a new bike is a good excuse to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7576537244094153757?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7576537244094153757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7576537244094153757&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7576537244094153757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7576537244094153757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-status.html' title='Life Status'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3309718753726663382</id><published>2009-04-08T11:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:41:03.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious life shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>A Bad Memory</title><content type='html'>I am back.  I had a great time hanging with the JLK, then spent the weekend in BigNearbyCity while Mr. Phizz was away so I wouldn't die of loneliness.  I hung out with friends, went to museums, and ate dim sum.  I went shopping, spoke with my best friend IN PERSON, and it was just awesome.  And now Mr. Phizz is back, and all is well.  It's a good reminder that the Internet is just the Internet.  I have a Real Life to attend to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, recently an incident which occurred to me as a very small child came roaring back to me, for some reason.  And it makes me sad, and it makes me mad.  Because it has to do with some pretty heinous behavior directed at a child for her race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't even pretend to know what it's like to be a different race.  I only know what it's like to be mine, and it's not ALWAYS a picnic, though I will fully acknowledge that I believe it is a lot easier than being, say, black in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I was a little kid, I believe I was all of seven, a few things happened with a neighbor of mine. This man was father to two of my friends from across the street, and he always seemed pretty gruff and not especially friendly.  But he was an adult.  And adults always know what they are doing (that's what my seven-year-old self thought, anyway).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I was talking to this man for whatever reason, somehow the subject turned to presidents.  I was probably telling him we were learning about presidents in school.  He said to me, "Do you want to know who the greatest president in the history of America is?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I surely did.  I had a thirst for knowledge back then that kind of blows my mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me Harry Truman.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tucked that piece of knowledge into my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In school, I think the question was raised of who the greatest president was.  Lots of people raised their hands, including me. I wasn't called on, but I was appalled to hear that no one said Harry Truman. After all, an adult had told me so. I didn't know what he had done and I had never heard of him before, but an adult had told me so.  Therefore, everyone else had to be missing something, he must be greater than Lincoln, Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt...even though I had heard of those guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks later, his overstimulated son beat me up.  He was a boy, and he wanted to fight, not because he was mad at me, but because he wanted to.  He explained that he and his friend fight all the time and it was fun.  I didn't want to fight.  I had never been in a physical fight with anyone.  He fought me anyway.  My new pants got grass-stained.  My head slammed into the wooden fence.  I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran across the street with two other neighbor friends (who were white boys) to "tell."  I told him that his son had beat me up, my pants were ruined, and that he hit my head against the fence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This man looked down at my little tearful self and said, "Well, what do you want me to do about it?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shocked, I didn't know what to say.  I explained again that his son had beat me up, had hurt me.  He repeated, "So....WHAT do you want me to do about it??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a little while, it was clear he was not planning to mete out one iota of punishment, nor was he remotely sympathetic. Writing this is bringing tears to my eyes from the recollection.  That this man could be such a jackass to a tiny little seven-year-old is beyond me.  Even my other friends were surprised.  I remember clearly, one of them said to console me, "He's not a very good father."  The injustice was apparent to them, as well.  They, like me, didn't know why he acted that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all just memories.  I don't have a whole lot of memories from when I was this age, but these are very, very clear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got older, I suddenly thought back to these events, and it struck me that this guy was probably anti-Asian.  Probably, more specifically he was probably anti-Japanese but had never bothered to realize which Asian nationality I was, because I'm not that one.  Not that how he acted would be ok if I were. After I got older and got a more complete vision of what all the Presidents were known for, I realized this:  Harry Truman is known for his "The Buck Stops Here" sign, his excessive swearing, and dropping the Bomb.  You know the Bomb I am talking about.  Can you think of anything else you could possibly know about Harry Truman that would stand out?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows.  Maybe the guy hated little kids, except his own.  Maybe he wouldn't have punished his son if he had beaten up anyone, whether they were Asian or not.  Maybe he was just in a bad mood.  But a large part of me, when you put it together with a lot of things I vaguely recall from childhood, feels sure that he just didn't like Asian people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It still amazes me though, that he would treat a child the way he treated me. Well, suck it Mr. X.  I rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think that these days, this shit is probably happening to little Arab girls around the country breaks my heart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3309718753726663382?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3309718753726663382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3309718753726663382&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3309718753726663382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3309718753726663382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-memory.html' title='A Bad Memory'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-9091491964200861798</id><published>2009-04-02T15:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:37:50.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>The Internet is Crazy</title><content type='html'>And I don't feel like being on it for a little while.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I'll meet JLK  IRL today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll leave you with the totally awesome webcomic to read while I take a hiatus of undetermined length.  It could be only a day or two, or it could be a week.  Anyway.  Geek girls, check it out.  It's seriously, seriously rockin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.planetheidi.com"&gt;www.planetheidi.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-9091491964200861798?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/9091491964200861798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=9091491964200861798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9091491964200861798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9091491964200861798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/04/internet-is-crazy.html' title='The Internet is Crazy'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5387222159150157820</id><published>2009-03-30T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:08:10.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Bike Snobbery</title><content type='html'>To you bike commuters out there (Cath, Dr. J, anyone else?) - I am considering doing the same for my internship, I think it will be eminently bikeable (~6 miles each way?) and good for me.  However, I have a SWEET road bike which I do not think should ever be "locked up" anywhere but always kept inside unless I am riding her many many miles.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the plan is to get a commuter bike.  However, my perspective is skewed in terms of what is ok or not ok to commute with since I generally road bike with probably excessive snobbery.  These are things I have learned from my bike snob friends which I think are probably not true for commuting, please correct me if I am wrong, plus a few random questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  "It is never ok to ride a bike with Sora components".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That may be true if one is planning to ride 60-70 miles at a time, regularly, on hilly terrain, and race.  However I realize that may not be true for a commuter bike.  Does your bike have good drivetrain components or do you find entry level just fine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)  "Don't get a bike without a carbon fork."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, probably true if you are planning to ride century rides all summer, but probably not so if you're going to ride an hour a day commuting?  Or maybe it would be nice to have a carbon fork if you're in a pothole-y area.  I don't know.  What about a CroMoly fork?  That seems ok.  Or maybe even a steel bike in general?  That would be sexy, retro, and old school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)  Do you ride a double or a triple front crank?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My inclination is to get a double because I don't plan to bring a ton of bike tools (or any, even) with me and won't be able to maintain my bike.  The less can go wrong, the better.  I am not a good enough biker to go single-speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)  Recommendations on panniers?  I've never had one, and I think I should get one if I am going to use my bike to carry more than just a spare tube and a multitool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Am I just being a total ridiculous snob and you just got your bike for free from a neighbor who didn't want it anymore and you don't know anything about it but it's fine?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that case, I am overthinking this.  Like I over think....lots of things :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5387222159150157820?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5387222159150157820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5387222159150157820&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5387222159150157820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5387222159150157820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/bike-snobbery.html' title='Bike Snobbery'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1548379289717793489</id><published>2009-03-26T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:44:11.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>So yeah</title><content type='html'>No one I know says I should defend before going on this internship.  These are all people who are on my side too, people who look out for me.  So....yeah.  Since several of these people are also on my committee, it looks like....I'm not defending soon.  This year, yes.  But soon....no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1548379289717793489?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1548379289717793489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1548379289717793489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1548379289717793489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1548379289717793489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-yeah.html' title='So yeah'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2315413467942699588</id><published>2009-03-25T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:56:12.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>What goes in a Research Statement?</title><content type='html'>I am applying to a Big Industrial Lab now (&lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/current-life-job-status-confusing.html"&gt;New Leads Option 2&lt;/a&gt;), and it requires a Research Statement.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some idea of what a Research Statement for an academic job should look like - you should present what you want to do as you lead your newly formed lab into the future.  I have ONE sample from a guy who is now a professor at a top school, and he talked about what he did for his thesis (without any specifics really, just "I worked on this problem").  And then he talked about what he wanted to do to continue that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kind of at a loss because I want to kind of continue what I have been doing, but I really kind of want to branch out.  But I have been so tunnel-visioned lately, that I really haven't thought about what I'd like to work on in the future, and of the things that interest me, I actually don't know anything about them.  It just sounds cool.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally, this is NOT for an academic job and I do not have to lead my own group.  Instead, I would be joining Big Industrial Lab, for which I would plan to insert myself into other projects that sound interesting before pushing onto some tangent that I find interesting on my own.  I don't know if this is something acceptable to say (probably not), but I certainly don't have anything like a grant proposal in my pocket to describe, and I'm not sure they expect that.  Or do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....yeah, I don't know how to approach this.  Help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2315413467942699588?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2315413467942699588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2315413467942699588&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2315413467942699588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2315413467942699588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-goes-in-research-statement.html' title='What goes in a Research Statement?'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-8818642927305849043</id><published>2009-03-24T13:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:14:26.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>Ada Lovelace Day Post - Corrinne Yu</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;a href="http://findingada.com/"&gt;Ada Lovelace Day&lt;/a&gt;, and I signed a &lt;a href="http://www.pledgebank.com/AdaLovelaceDay"&gt;pledge&lt;/a&gt; to blog about a Lady Computer Scientist on this day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose to blog about Corrinne Yu, who is basically one of the most amazing people I had never heard of (until recently).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a GIANT in the field of game development.  What do you think of when you think of computer games?  Specifically, what do you think of when you think of the following?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brothers in Arms: Hell's Highway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliens: Colonial Marines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you.  You think of guys.  Geeky guys.  Well, guess what? Corrinne Yu is a big part of all of those games. She codes, she write the engines that support these games.  She's a technical big shot. And this is her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kombo.com//images/content/misc/n728431191_659090_3591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 238px;" src="http://www.kombo.com//images/content/misc/n728431191_659090_3591.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I had never heard of her.  I'm not really into games, but a hott Asian chick kicking ass and taking names in a male-dominated computing field?  She's my freakin' hero(ine)!!!   She is a dramatically different member of the game development community by stereotype, but not by skill or prowess, and that is what I really respect and admire.  It's hard to kick ass and not fit in, and she does it.  Kudos to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Corrinne was the Director of Technology at Gearbox Games (yes, Director of Technology), but was hired away by Microsoft to lead the Halo development team.  Halo.  Halo.  Talk about SHE MUST KICK SERIOUS ASS.  I love it.  I don't play games, but I must say, I was blown away and excited by the knowledge of her existence, and I must share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To read more about Corrinne, check out this interview with her: &lt;a href="http://www.kombo.com/article.php?artid=12174"&gt;Linky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-8818642927305849043?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/8818642927305849043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=8818642927305849043&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8818642927305849043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8818642927305849043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ada-lovelace-day-post-corrinne-yu.html' title='Ada Lovelace Day Post - Corrinne Yu'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4688140977585416433</id><published>2009-03-24T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:49:16.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>This is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive/phd032309s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive/phd032309s.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ada Lovelace post forthcoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4688140977585416433?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4688140977585416433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4688140977585416433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4688140977585416433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4688140977585416433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-me.html' title='This is me'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1061632064257690432</id><published>2009-03-22T17:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:30:20.746-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>I'm an Idiot</title><content type='html'>I use *nix as an OS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In *nix, there is a utility called wc (word count).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It provides number of lines, words, and characters in a given document or set of documents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at the wrong column for my thesis.  I do not have 42K words.  I have 6370.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops.  I suppose that makes a lot more sense.  Now I question my own sniff test skills - DUH.  What was I thinking?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1061632064257690432?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1061632064257690432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1061632064257690432&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1061632064257690432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1061632064257690432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-idiot.html' title='I&apos;m an Idiot'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1706161530483391204</id><published>2009-03-22T13:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:05:04.048-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academia'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Academic Bullshit...</title><content type='html'>After I posted, I started doing one of my favorite Sunday activities, which is reading PostSecret.  If you don't know what it is, it's basically a community of people who send postcards of their secrets to this guy, and he posts them on the Internet.  Now that I describe it, it sounds crazy but it's not.  It's really lovely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of today's secrets:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/ScWQxlcVmZI/AAAAAAAAIbU/GNETZmrbDoY/s400/teacher+of+the+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/ScWQxlcVmZI/AAAAAAAAIbU/GNETZmrbDoY/s400/teacher+of+the+year.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEPRESSING!!!!  What the fuck, man?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...yeah.  I don't know.  I remain confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1706161530483391204?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1706161530483391204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1706161530483391204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1706161530483391204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1706161530483391204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/speaking-of-academic-bullshit.html' title='Speaking of Academic Bullshit...'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/ScWQxlcVmZI/AAAAAAAAIbU/GNETZmrbDoY/s72-c/teacher+of+the+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4382534678618286062</id><published>2009-03-22T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:51:09.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Current Life Job Status - CONFUSING</title><content type='html'>It's hard to think that just a few months ago I was bitterly complaining that I would never be able to find a job.  Because it looked like I wouldn't be able to, that I'd have to fight my way through the masses, jump through inordinate numbers of hoops, and whore my way into a position that I'm overtrained for (but undertrained in terms of commodity skills).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, things seem to have changed.  I now have a number of options (not totally set in stone, but good leads), and I'm utterly confused.  Since I had to scrap my way to get some of these chances, in order to avoid cognitive dissonance I convinced myself that those chances were actually awesome opportunities to try something new.  So now I have tons of good reasons to do everything on my "leads" list and I am terrified of making a massive career mistake because these jobs are all SO DIFFERENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain.  If you have been in the world much longer than me, I'd  appreciate any advice, assurance that picking the "wrong" job here will not ruin my life, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original two leads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) One extreme end of a spectrum which I do not have the commodity training for.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pros&lt;/i&gt;: It would involve getting my hands dirty at deep levels of Widget production, and could probably increase my understanding of final products.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cons&lt;/i&gt;: However, I don't actually know anything about Widget production except at intellectual levels, and these Widgets are pretty narrow in scope and applicability.  Plus, I doubt I'd be doing any research here - my research career probably ends here.  So I'm thinking this has moved to the bottom of my list.  I might even want to cancel my onsite interview with them??  I'd have to study for it, and I don't know if I want to, now that I seem to have other options.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confounding factor&lt;/i&gt;:  Also, this is ~2 hrs drive from hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The other extreme end of a spectrum, which I have sloppy commodity training for.  In other words, I was never trained for Skill X, but I had to learn it in order to do my research so I am reasonably competent at it.  But not a ninja.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pros&lt;/i&gt;:  This company loves PhDs, but kind of like the way consulting companies love PhDs - for the brains, not the specific knowledge.  This presents an interesting opportunity to get out of my trained field.  Part of me thinks this is a good idea, because this is a boom skill - and having worked here would be a major boon for my resume if I ever wanted to work anywhere in this subfield, I would think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I would be commoditizing myself.  Part of me thinks commoditizing my skills, i.e. beefing up a resume that says, "Skills:  A, B, C, and D" that would pass company keyword checks, would be a good idea, because in this tough economy I have had a hard time finding research jobs at first, and I don't pass a lot of keyword tests.   Plus, at this place I think I'd have a lot of exposure to LOTS of stuff I don't know about - it's a vibrant place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cons&lt;/i&gt;:  I think I would be commoditizing myself.  I am going to have a freakin PhD, and I don't want to be competing with people over fucking resume keyword tests.  Right?  I don't know.  Part of me thinks knowing about more things closer to the "real world" than academia would make me a better researcher, but part of me is worried about losing my research edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confounding factors&lt;/i&gt;:  In terms of life, this would be a good option.  This could be a place to just have a career and forget about research entirely, go to my job, come home to Mr. Phizz, be near my friends, my sister, and more friends.  The quality of life here would probably be pretty good for those reasons.  Maybe I do just want to drop out of the research rat race and have a fun and interesting job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Leads:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Postdocing with a mentor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pros&lt;/i&gt;: This is an amazing opportunity - it's not certain but possible that NSF funds from the stimulus package could be used for this.  This mentor of mine would be an incredible mentor, an incredible advocate for me, and incredible in lots of ways.  This mentor believes in me, supports me, wants to help me. This could lead to a fantastic letter if I ever wanted an R1 job later.  This is not common.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cons&lt;/i&gt;:  I don't know if I want an R1 job anymore.  Something in me changed &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/01/recent-forays-into-potential-job-market.html"&gt;after my last trip&lt;/a&gt; to give a talk at an R1.  There's a lot of bullshit in academia.  In industry too, of course, but lots in academia.  I've been reading papers lately and it just all seems like a crock of crap.  Interesting ideas that are actually useless.  Getting published.  For what?  For the sake of getting published.  Of course, not everyone plays this game, but lots do.  And I don't feel like getting into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, honestly blogosphere, I get a bad feeling sometimes reading all y'alls blogs.  I now think of academia as stress, more stress, grant writing, dealing with assholes, dealing with stupid students and their stupid emails, and basically a piss-poor quality of life.  The only person who seems to have a positive:negative post ratio significantly &gt; 1 is &lt;a href="http://chemicalbilology.blogspot.com"&gt;Arlenna&lt;/a&gt;, and it just sounds like she had the luck to get into a fantastic department.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I don't want an R1 job, this doesn't seem to make much sense, right?  The minimal paycheck...plus the mentor would be on sabbatical for most of it, this is just a reach-out to try to help me, Mentor doesn't actually need a post-doc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confounding factors&lt;/i&gt;:  This would be 3 train rides or 3 hrs drive from hubby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Big Industrial Lab.  I got a ping from a guy I know asking if I am going to apply.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pros&lt;/i&gt;: This would be pretty prestigious and awesome, good research lab, good resources, good resume builder.  Probably lots of interesting work, lots of exposure to other subfields.  Good company too - benefits, pay, perks, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cons&lt;/i&gt;: The main business of Company attached to Industrial Lab does not have anything to do with my subfield.  I'd probably basically be leaving behind my subfield here - could be Modified Impostor Syndrome but now that I'm almost finished, I realize I don't actually know anything about my subfield because there is so much to know.  And so going somewhere as Subfield Expert when I don't feel like an expert feels premature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, could be tough to work for this guy.  We're friends, but I don't know - my advisor is laid back.  I get the sense he isn't.  Big personality, really fun. But as a boss?  Not certain.  This is pure speculation from hints of hearsay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confounding factors&lt;/i&gt;:  This would be on other side of the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) An internship/possible full-time at Industrial Lab right up my alley.  Part of why I bitterly complained before is because everything right up my alley was not hiring.  That's still the case, but the powers that be think that an internship could lead more easily to a full-time offer, so that's what this is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pros&lt;/i&gt;: This is right up my alley.  They want to see how my thesis applies in the real world.  They might want to put it into Final Products.  Damn - I mean, that's huge.  Isn't it?  It feels huge.  Most theses get put into some archive, never to be thought of again.  So this is exciting.  And they really want me there.  They do - this is what I thought a job search would be like - they told me straight up "you don't need to interview, nothing, we have no problems with you whatsoever, we are doing what we can to get you here."  THAT is what I was expecting coming out of my degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a small-ish company, and I get the sense that here, I'd really get to be Subfield Expert because that's the business of this place.  I'd get to know whatever I wanted to know, REALLY, about how shit works.  That's appealing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cons&lt;/i&gt;: For the internship I'd have to go way away for the summer, and leave Mr. Phizz for several months :(.  And of course - with no full-time offer right now....????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This company is a serious underdog.  I am not certain of its long-term potential, and certain things like pay, benefits, maternity leaves, perks, etc. are not going to be as great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is right up my alley, but I am concerned of now becoming pigeonholed.  I thought of all those other jobs as opportunities to branch out and know about other things, at the expense of leaving Subfield "unfinished."  This is the opposite.  Not only would I be deep into Subfield, but I'd be deep into SubSubfield - and I don't know if that's the best thing??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confounding factors&lt;/i&gt;:  The full-time, if it panned out, would be 2 hrs from hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am planning to take internship - industrializing my thesis just sounds too awesome to pass up.  But I worry that it will jeopardize my finishing my degree sometime in the next decade, and I worry that if I decide I don't want this full-time it will be hard to extricate myself.  I am trying to tell myself that as long as I am honest and a straight-shooter, no one will blame me for doing what is best for me when I decide it, and I should not worry about offending anyone, ever, when it comes to job selection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My choices seem to come down to these axes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Increasing commodity skills vs. increasing depth of knowledge about my subfield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Perk/Big Company vs. Smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Research vs. Non-research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life quality vs. doing what I was trained for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so don't know what I should be doing.  I know it's up to me to decide what I want, and then it will all be obvious.  But it's not clear right now.  Sigh.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4382534678618286062?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4382534678618286062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4382534678618286062&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4382534678618286062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4382534678618286062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/current-life-job-status-confusing.html' title='Current Life Job Status - CONFUSING'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3460134623209393561</id><published>2009-03-21T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:25:57.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Oh yeah</title><content type='html'>And what the hell, ACC?  Why are you being so embarrassing?????????&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BC - spanked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Florida State - lost to a 12 seed! (though I predicted it - booyah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maryland - spanked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake - lost to a 13!!!  wtf!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clemson - out!! (even though I predicted it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously guys - apparently this is not your year.  Wtf.  I'm disappointed y'all!  You need to step up.  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3460134623209393561?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3460134623209393561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3460134623209393561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3460134623209393561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3460134623209393561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3141696548490577499</id><published>2009-03-21T21:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:18:30.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><title type='text'>This Lovely Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>I'm having wine. And watching my favorite team play.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I finished my first draft of chapter 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck yeah.  I'm at forty-fuckin-two thousand words baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3141696548490577499?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3141696548490577499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3141696548490577499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3141696548490577499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3141696548490577499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-lovely-saturday-night.html' title='This Lovely Saturday Night'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1607497689724621622</id><published>2009-03-20T10:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:54:43.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><title type='text'>Pic Taken Exclusively for Comrade PhysioProf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOuBQRkhxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7ZniNOJ9DFw/s1600-h/P1010267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOuBQRkhxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7ZniNOJ9DFw/s400/P1010267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315283321799083794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motherfuckin Jameson baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1607497689724621622?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1607497689724621622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1607497689724621622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1607497689724621622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1607497689724621622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/pic-taken-exclusively-for-comrade.html' title='Pic Taken Exclusively for Comrade PhysioProf'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOuBQRkhxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7ZniNOJ9DFw/s72-c/P1010267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-8444236020964184030</id><published>2009-03-20T10:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:49:10.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><title type='text'>Vacay Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOrKKUI2cI/AAAAAAAAADw/rUFsJgp3u84/s1600-h/P1000792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOrKKUI2cI/AAAAAAAAADw/rUFsJgp3u84/s320/P1000792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315280176283179458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOpP3lWzGI/AAAAAAAAADo/hLbt2GzPO9o/s1600-h/P1010204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOpP3lWzGI/AAAAAAAAADo/hLbt2GzPO9o/s320/P1010204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315278075311082594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOpPul-zfI/AAAAAAAAADg/s_rNK2Mr6K8/s1600-h/P1010245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOk1Dys_yI/AAAAAAAAADI/b8CAnodzGaI/s320/P1000773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315273216685309730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOlHP1n30I/AAAAAAAAADQ/aZzL3bUNDbs/s1600-h/P1000932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOlHP1n30I/AAAAAAAAADQ/aZzL3bUNDbs/s320/P1000932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315273529156427586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-8444236020964184030?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/8444236020964184030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=8444236020964184030&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8444236020964184030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/8444236020964184030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacay-pics.html' title='Vacay Pics'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/ScOrKKUI2cI/AAAAAAAAADw/rUFsJgp3u84/s72-c/P1000792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-9098828502681978559</id><published>2009-03-19T18:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:09:54.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious life shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thesis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Lots of good shit</title><content type='html'>This will be a brief update of everything that is going on, mostly good, until I have time to put up a post with a few choice pictures from my trip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;FIL is home!!!  He went home the day we left for our trip, and he's doing ok.  He's not nearly 100% but seems to be on the up and up, and I hope within a month or two he'll really be back to his old form.  I know he hates being like this, so I feel bad, but it's as long as he's on an upward trajectory, however shallow, we are all glad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip was AWESOME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While I was away, I got MORE job nibbles!  One is kind of weird though - they really REALLY want me but can only offer an internship right now, and say they hope it can become a full-time later.  This is a tough one.  It's right up my alley, plus, it's great to be wanted, but it's a bit scary without knowing about the full-time.  Another was for a postdoc possibility from a mentor.  But as I've mentioned in previous posts, I'm not sure I want academia anymore. So I don't think I'll pursue that, as amazing as it would be if I wanted to be at an R1.  So, still nothing totally straightforward about what I should do with myself, but prospects seem better than before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March Madness has begun.  And I freakin LOVE March Madness.  Like, seriously, love that shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a kind of productive day and have written a non-trivial number of words.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooot!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-9098828502681978559?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/9098828502681978559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=9098828502681978559&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9098828502681978559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9098828502681978559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/lots-of-good-shit.html' title='Lots of good shit'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1952123723142872558</id><published>2009-03-18T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:06:49.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>My Absence</title><content type='html'>I meant to post right before I left that I was off to the Land of Eire, but I didn't have time, and my access was sooooo spotty  out there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm back and I had a GREAT TIME!!!!  I feel SO MUCH LESS STRESSED!!!!  I highly recommend a holiday in Eire to get yourself to slow the fuck down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More later.  Missed y'all!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1952123723142872558?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1952123723142872558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1952123723142872558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1952123723142872558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1952123723142872558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-absence.html' title='My Absence'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-732356510558525525</id><published>2009-03-10T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:13:10.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Job searching and Prostitution</title><content type='html'>I've been in school for years.  I'm highly educated.  *And* I'm a vaunted minority - an American Female - and a year ago, companies would have been FALLING all over themselves to hire me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now though, things are not so simple.  I'm having to go through rigorous search processes that I would not have before this economic mess.  I have to demonstrate abilities, which I may not currently have (though I am certain I could pick up).  My job search process has NOT involved job talks.  No one cares THAT much about my research.  They want do know if I can do Important Tasks, not think Important Thoughts. It's depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result, I was saying to JLK the other day that the job search process is kind of making feel like a whore.  I'm literally saying to these companies, "I'll do anything you want baby, just tell me what you'd like me to be."  I'm not joking.  One day, I'm telling Company A that does X that I would looooooove to do X, and that even though I currently do Y, I'm looking to make my move into X.  Three days later, I'm telling Company B that I'm looking to get even deeper into Y, it would be so fun go further penetrate that field.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, what I'm saying is true.  I think both X and Y are super cool and whomever would give me an opportunity I'd be happy to plunge into the task, whether it be X or Y.  But I've been surprised at how mentally  unprepared I feel for this prostitutory process.  Job searching is hard on the ego.  I'll be glad when I find my Richard Gere and can end this whole thing, and feel validated and loved because someone wants me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I just heard back from a company to go for an on-site interview.  Woot! I wasn't sure how the phone interview went, but apparently it went well enough.  Time to bone up on some stuff....when I come back from Ireland :).  I am so excited for this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-732356510558525525?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/732356510558525525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=732356510558525525&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/732356510558525525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/732356510558525525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-searching-and-prostitution.html' title='Job searching and Prostitution'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3512562458476001043</id><published>2009-03-09T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:42:40.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal progress'/><title type='text'>Year of the Ox Progress:  Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Write T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;hesis by June 1&lt;/b&gt;: Well, I've got 32K words now...I suppose that ain't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;un 10 miles/week&lt;/b&gt;: I didn't even get to yoga this week (curse you, daylight savings!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; pushups continuously&lt;/b&gt;: I should do a spot test soon and just see how many I can do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Do a p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ullup&lt;/b&gt;: I thought about trying a pullup.  Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) Update &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wardrobe to be grownup :)&lt;/b&gt;:  I went to REI with husband and got a bright green raincoat for our trip to rainy Ireland.  It screams "I am a hipster youth and I love North Face even though I have never climbed a mountain."  I'm not sure that makes me grownup, but it's the only new thing I've bought lately.  Heh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all just a normal, regular week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3512562458476001043?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3512562458476001043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3512562458476001043&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3512562458476001043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3512562458476001043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-of-ox-progress-week-6.html' title='Year of the Ox Progress:  Week 6'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1445603100834553401</id><published>2009-03-09T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:50:58.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>The power of one</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that I feel all screwy and discombobulated lately.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when &lt;a href="http://compscigail.blogspot.com"&gt;Gail&lt;/a&gt; posted this great &lt;a href="http://www.stservicemovie.com/index.html"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; on her blog, I checked it out.  And you should too.  It's really, really great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually sobbed watching it.  I think it's a sign of my bizarre and hyperemotional mental state, but it's really worth watching.  I cried, a lot, watching it.  It's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can you do to make a difference?  Think globally, act locally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1445603100834553401?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1445603100834553401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1445603100834553401&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1445603100834553401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1445603100834553401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-one.html' title='The power of one'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2909170510428723432</id><published>2009-03-08T13:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:24:10.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serious life shit'/><title type='text'>Seriously, Universe, WTF?</title><content type='html'>My super duper dear best friend's cousin has been hospitalized for meningitis.  In case you don't know, that's serious shit.  He's an only child.  Wasn't caught early enough, his kidneys failed yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was kept waiting in an ER for hours the night before he was hospitalized so he just went home.  Nice one, hospital in city where 3 students were hospitalized for meningitis just 3 weeks ago.  ERs are so broken, there's got to be a better way to figure out who needs to be seen immediately and who doesn't.  Mr. Phizz joked that the kid should have complained of chest pain shooting down his left arm - that's the best way to get seen quickly in an ER.  Only problem is he's in college and I bet they wouldn't buy that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, FIL's hospital has dropped the ball too.  They're wondering why his system is kind of out of whack and not recovering well, HMMM, DO YOU THINK IT'S BECAUSE NONE OF HIS IVs HAVE NUTRITION IN THEM?  It's been over a week and the man's hardly eaten AND he's gotten no nutrition intravenously.  WTF.  I mean, thank you hospital for doing the surgery but how the fuck is he supposed to heal without, say, nutrients?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times like these I just desperately, desperately, desperately hope that I am never seriously sick.  And that no one I know or care about is ever seriously sick.  Navigating the health care system to get good care just seems really, really impossible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please think of my friend's cousin.  He's really really sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2909170510428723432?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2909170510428723432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2909170510428723432&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2909170510428723432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2909170510428723432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously-universe-wtf.html' title='Seriously, Universe, WTF?'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2605621478325371804</id><published>2009-03-07T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:53:29.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Knives and Chopin</title><content type='html'>So here's how I know I'm not right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've fucking sliced each of my hands with a kitchen knife in the last 3 days.  One slice on my left, one on my right.  One during cook prep, and another when washing.  Both careless.  Fortunately, I'll live, but I RARELY cut myself.  The first could have been avoided with a sharper knife (it slipped), and the second I guess I'm glad it wasn't super sharp because then I would have lost my thumb.  Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, currently I am listening to Fantasie Impromptu by Chopin and that makes everything better.  Chopin was such a fucking rockstar.  I love that shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to end my post here, but I've decided to continue.  I've had a kind of relaxing few days, Mr. Phizz has gone to see his dad and I'm at home.  I've worked, vegged, worked, and am even Roomba-ing the family room floor.  I'm going to make a list of the things that have made me feel better in the last day or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Popcorn.  I popped my own popcorn, and it was nice.  I didn't have brewer's yeast (sorry AA!) but I did manage to pop it myself and it was nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making my own potato wedges with cheese and chives.  Man, that was nice too.  I don't understand how I'm not fat.  Oh well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Harry Potter on TV.  I loved Harry Potter.  The books so much more than the movies, but still.  Emma Watson was such a remarkable find, in my mind.  She was a freakin' adorable little girl, and she's just...got a presence.  I couldn't keep my eyes off that smarty-pants clever chick, she kicks ass!  It made me want to read my books all over again, but I know that's a Very Bad Idea.  I basically wouldn't do anything but read for the next week.  That would be bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piano music by Frederic Chopin.  Like I said, Chopin is a fucking rockstar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Roomba.  Thank you Roomba, for vacuuming.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot Tea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot showers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee, sipped at leisure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephen Colbert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon Stewart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever need to take a breather, I suggest all of these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2605621478325371804?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2605621478325371804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2605621478325371804&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2605621478325371804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2605621478325371804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/knives-and-chopin.html' title='Knives and Chopin'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7783937294309924206</id><published>2009-03-06T12:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:38:42.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>I have to remember...</title><content type='html'>...that whether a not a company wants to hire me is NOT reflective of my value as a person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to separate sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I've had much additional news but when I get all stressed and worked up and feel bad, I have to remember this and not tie my personal self worth to how much these people are falling over themselves to give me a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7783937294309924206?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7783937294309924206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7783937294309924206&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7783937294309924206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7783937294309924206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-to-remember.html' title='I have to remember...'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6173979784760596102</id><published>2009-03-04T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:29:16.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Another Nibble!</title><content type='html'>I just got a job nibble from somewhere that is more along my line of work!!  It's not research still, but it's still more my area of expertise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a good thing.  I'll just have to hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6173979784760596102?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6173979784760596102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6173979784760596102&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6173979784760596102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6173979784760596102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-nibble.html' title='Another Nibble!'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-9122766119957526257</id><published>2009-03-04T00:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:14:23.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gender Shiz'/><title type='text'>great headline</title><content type='html'>So I love how this study seems like a reasonably legitimate study with reasonably legitimate (and interesting/non-traditional results), and the headline connotes poorly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com/news/world/article/595540"&gt;Why Fewer Women Succeed at Math&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can think of several better headlines.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study: Dearth of Women in Math not from Innate Differences&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Women Don't Choose Math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And other such headlines which don't blare out such negative connotations between women and math.  Stupid scientist-&gt;journalist-&gt;reader translation.  Can you think of a better headline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-9122766119957526257?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/9122766119957526257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=9122766119957526257&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9122766119957526257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/9122766119957526257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-headline.html' title='great headline'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3708607848021477011</id><published>2009-03-03T23:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:40:38.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Job Interviews and Vacay</title><content type='html'>So I've had both of my &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-phone-interviews-and-genderific.html"&gt;phone interviews&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's frustrating.  The first occurred two days after my FIL's &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-going-on.html"&gt;surgery&lt;/a&gt;, so I didn't really prepare very well for it.  And it was something I knew I would have to prepare for...Company 1 (&lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-phone-interviews-and-genderific.html"&gt;Master's Degree Dude Interviewer&lt;/a&gt;) doesn't really give a rat's ass about the fact that I'll have a PhD and wants to make sure I have more "boots on the ground" type skills.  This was not going to be a "job talk-y" type interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I fucked that one up, pretty bad.  I was shaking while speaking on the phone, and I had lost my headset so one hand was wasted holding the phone instead of putting  a pen to paper to think/write.  It was bad.  My hands shook, my stomach shook, and my mind was basically totally discombobulated.  And it showed.  I think I came off a bit like an imbecile.  Oh well.  I scheduled that one first to really get practice anyway, it's been a long time since I've done any interviews.  I wasn't that bummed because it wasn't really the job I wanted (though I would have taken it if it were my only choice), but it still sucks to be rejected and know you didn't do well at something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2nd one was better (&lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-phone-interviews-and-genderific.html"&gt;Lady PhD Interviewer&lt;/a&gt;).  But not a slam dunk.  I don't know what that means.  I haven't heard back from them yet.  I don't know.  I just don't know.  I really suspect I'll be rejected here too, just because I do.  Can't help it. The uncertainty is killing me, because I think this is the job I really want (given the economy).  A year ago, I don't think I'd have considered this place but since the economy has gone down the shithole I don't really have many choices and this is definitely the best one, in several ways.  So....I'd really really like to get through to the next round of interviewing.  Man.  I'm dying.  Please please let this work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've mentioned that I feel &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah.html"&gt;blah&lt;/a&gt;, and my lovely readers have been so kind and suggested a break.  I'm pleased to announce that Mr. PhizzleDizzle and I have booked a trip to the Land of Eire.  I've gotten some great tips from &lt;a href="http://thesiswriteupprocrastination.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lab Pixie&lt;/a&gt; on how best to take advantage of this trip, and we are going to have a great time.  This will probably be the last spontaneous couples trip we'll take for a long time, as I'll (hopefully!!!) be working by the end of this year.  I am really, really looking forward to it and am using the planning of the trip as an excellent procrastination tool and a way to forget about my job worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3708607848021477011?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3708607848021477011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3708607848021477011&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3708607848021477011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3708607848021477011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-interviews-and-vacay.html' title='Job Interviews and Vacay'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-4815394018464478552</id><published>2009-03-02T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:57:31.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been having inklings of feeling just really down.  There is so much convergence of upheaval and change in my life that I almost don't know how to handle it.  I worry about this, I worry about that....little things can make me think about something over and over and over, and it just gives me a sour feeling in my whole body.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like shit.  Everything feels pointless and I want to quit.  I don't know what I want to quit exactly, but I just feel like quitting.  Can I just curl up on my couch forever and watch TV?  How loser-y does that sound?  But that's what I want to do.  Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-4815394018464478552?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/4815394018464478552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=4815394018464478552&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4815394018464478552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/4815394018464478552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-5163643796220144471</id><published>2009-03-02T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:06:02.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal progress'/><title type='text'>Year of the Ox Progress:  Weeks 4/5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Again, I neglected to do this last week.  If you follow this blog, then it's not hard to guess why - but things are calmer now!  Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) Write Thesis by June 1 - I have not written a single word in a while - busy doing other things and worrying about other things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Run 10 miles/week - I think I should just forget the running thing.  But in week 4 I did swim 1250 yards and this week I did yoga, again.  And I'm beat up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 30 pushups continuously - Yoga helps with this, fo sho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do a pullup - ditto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Update Wardrobe to be grownup :) - Part of this is maintaining my sassy new haircut.  Which reminds me, it's been nearly 8 weeks now and I need to get it cut again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-5163643796220144471?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/5163643796220144471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=5163643796220144471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5163643796220144471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/5163643796220144471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-of-ox-progress-weeks-45.html' title='Year of the Ox Progress:  Weeks 4/5'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-6171563598234546300</id><published>2009-02-26T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:01:42.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>worst...apology...ever</title><content type='html'>From Bishop Williamson, via Reuters:&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can truthfully say that I regret having made such remarks, and that if I had known beforehand the full harm and hurt to which they would give rise, especially to the Church, but also to survivors and relatives of victims of injustice under the Third Reich, I would not have made them," Williamson said, according to the website of Zenit, a Catholic news agency.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's sorry he hurt the Church, first and foremost?  That is not an apology.  What a scumbag.  Reason # 53728341937439183473819 why I could never join the Catholic Church.  Besides the fact that I don't believe Jesus is my savior, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-6171563598234546300?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/6171563598234546300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=6171563598234546300&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6171563598234546300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/6171563598234546300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/worstapologyever.html' title='worst...apology...ever'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-834777564884959353</id><published>2009-02-26T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:43:47.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><title type='text'>Everything went well</title><content type='html'>The surgery went way better than anyone (including the docs) expected.  We are so thankful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for all your support.  Regular posting, reading, and commenting will resume soon!  I miss you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-834777564884959353?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/834777564884959353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=834777564884959353&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/834777564884959353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/834777564884959353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-went-well.html' title='Everything went well'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-3973038036170064870</id><published>2009-02-22T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:22:16.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In-laws'/><title type='text'>Lots going on</title><content type='html'>Writing, working, preparing for phone interviews, and dear FIL going for serious scary surgery this week.  With the in-law family, won't be posting a lot this week.  I'm scared.  Cancer sucks.  More than Sean Hannity.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep him in your thoughts.  Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-3973038036170064870?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/3973038036170064870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=3973038036170064870&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3973038036170064870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/3973038036170064870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-going-on.html' title='Lots going on'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2335263861212741171</id><published>2009-02-21T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:38:06.093-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Sean Hannity Sucks</title><content type='html'>I basically want to kick him in the nuts.  Repeatedly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, that is all.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2335263861212741171?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2335263861212741171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2335263861212741171&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2335263861212741171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2335263861212741171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/sean-hannity-sucks.html' title='Sean Hannity Sucks'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-2785891736250892831</id><published>2009-02-18T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:30:39.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Geeks are a different breed of people</title><content type='html'>Chat conversation with my friend:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him:  hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:  hi hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: hi hi hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hi hi hi hi hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: that's right, i just went fibonacci on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: hahahahahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-2785891736250892831?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/2785891736250892831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=2785891736250892831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2785891736250892831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/2785891736250892831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/geeks-are-different-breed-of-people.html' title='Geeks are a different breed of people'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7978839601818413624</id><published>2009-02-18T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:27:54.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>TWO Phone interviews and Genderific Reactions</title><content type='html'>Well, I have TWO phone interviews at TWO different places that are not natural fits but could be exciting to move to, as I've &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/job-nibbles.html"&gt;mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;.  This is EXCITING!!!!!  Go me!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One interview will be performed by a guy.  I did some Google Kung Fu and found that he has a Master's degree, but no PhD.  As I've &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2008/11/thinking-about-advisors.html"&gt;discussed before&lt;/a&gt; on this blog, I am able to find ways to put myself down in the most ridiculous ways possible.  In this case, I am worried that I won't know something as well as he does (and seriously, who could blame me, I'm DEEP but not necessarily BROAD), and he will be like, "How can this chick have a PhizzleDizzle?  She doesn't know anything."  Somehow, I put more pressure on myself to super perform because I will be interviewed by someone with an MS.  Is that not insane?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other interview will be performed by a female PhD.  At first I thought, "Oh, nice, a woman."  But then I thought, "Oh shit, a woman."  Because sometimes women can be so hard on other women, particularly in fields where there aren't a lot of women.  Maybe she will think I will make women like her look bad if I say something stupid.  I don't know.  I've experienced this sort of woman-on-woman treatment before, and even been a perpetrator myself at times (to my chagrin).  Maybe she will be a hard-ass.  Maybe she will hold me to a super-high standard because she thinks in order to succeed as a woman in my field, you have to kick way more ass than a dude.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, maybe, maybe.  Basically, I am thinking of ways to make myself nervous.  And it alarms me that I had a negative gender response in this case.  Actually, I had a positive, and a negative response, in rapid succession.  I don't know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just tell me to stop overthinking and wish me luck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7978839601818413624?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7978839601818413624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7978839601818413624&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7978839601818413624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7978839601818413624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-phone-interviews-and-genderific.html' title='TWO Phone interviews and Genderific Reactions'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7613504347516276027</id><published>2009-02-16T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:21:26.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal progress'/><title type='text'>Year of the Ox Progress:  Weeks 2/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I realized I didn't update last week, so I guess this week will be a two-fer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) Write Thesis by June 1: I'm pretty behind on Chp. 2, but I've written 816 words so far.  I have some citations to collect as well, but the progress has been slow, but at least no totally 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Run 10 miles/week: I might have to change this to doing regular exercise.  I'm not feeling the running.  In week 2, I went for a swim, and swam 1000 yds.  I know this is peanuts to Eugenie, but I am reasonably proud of the fact that I could just hop into the pool after forever and just knock out 1K.  In week 2, I also tried a yoga class, which I liked, and repeated in week 3.  I am totally sore from yoga.  I'm going to be jacked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 30 pushups continuously: My yoga class does a crapton of high planks.  I think this will help with the pushups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do a pullup: Nothing here.  I should just make this one of the things I work on when I wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Update Wardrobe to be grownup :): I haven't worn a baby tee in months.  This is a moral victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7613504347516276027?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7613504347516276027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7613504347516276027&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7613504347516276027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7613504347516276027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-of-ox-progress-weeks-23.html' title='Year of the Ox Progress:  Weeks 2/3'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-1601007265824174892</id><published>2009-02-16T09:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:37:23.261-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love the hubby'/><title type='text'>Our Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Disgruntled Julie at &lt;a href="http://ethidiumbromide.blogspot.com"&gt;EthidiumBromide&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ethidiumbromide.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-call-valentines-day-waffles.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; about her Valentine's with her hubby, which inspired me to do the same.  She talked about how people were horrified that she was unable to spend Valentine's Day with her husband, more so than she was, and how she thinks of it more as a day about love for your friends than with your SO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always thought the hullaballoo over Valentine's Day was somewhat insane.  Really insane.  Yes, it's a special day to express your love for your SO, but it's become so fraught with extra crap, and people use what happens on Valentine's Day to measure the value of the relationship.  To that I say, I measure the value of *my* relationship based on a weighted history of quality of days going back about a year.  Seriously, doesn't it matter more what a man does for you on the other 364 days of the year than on one arbitrary day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd just share with you a few things about our V-day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, Feb. 13, Mr. Phizz and I are watching TV on the couch in the evening, just chillin'.  A commercial for Walgreen's comes on, advertising that it has all your needs for Valentine's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear Mr. Phizz turns to me and says, "Honey, what do you want to do for Valentine's Day?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shrug.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Phizz: "Tell you what, I'll get you anything you want from Walgreen's......on Sunday (day after V-day)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that, we laughed and laughed.  He's so funny.  I told him I wanted a big, heart-shaped Whitman's sampler of chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on V-day, we had no plans.  When it became dinner time, it turned out that neither of us felt like cooking and plus we had 2/3 of the ingredients required to make anything anyway, so we decided to go to TGI Friday's.  When we walked in, we felt a little funny - we're not normally Friday's patrons, and the place was packed with lovestruck teenagers.  Suddenly, we're feeling silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, we got seated in the bar area, where everyone was at least 21, so no shouting, screaming, flirting teenagers were nearby.  We had a nice low-key dinner, and Fridays was giving away free cake for people who ordered 2 entrees, so we split a lovely piece of cake.  With cream cheese frosting, probably my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was super low key.  I love him, he loves me.  And yes, we did have a good Valentine's Day :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-1601007265824174892?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/1601007265824174892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=1601007265824174892&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1601007265824174892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/1601007265824174892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-valentines-day.html' title='Our Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1232997740963687513.post-7674015249688013141</id><published>2009-02-13T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:51:56.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Job Nibbles</title><content type='html'>So, I had decided long ago not to try for academia at this point in my career.  If I could do a postdoc, I would, but there are few opportunities for that in my field.  I'm generally just not ready.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, industry it is.  As I've &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-fuck-fuck.html"&gt;mentioned&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/01/panic.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, the job market is terrible right now.  So I've had to branch out some in my search, to places where I hadn't expected to look and/or aren't exactly right up my alley.  And some of them are nibbling, because they're in industries not hurting as badly as my "home" industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the one hand, I feel so frustrated because these are not research jobs.  These are not jobs I've spent years in graduate school to do.  These are "beneath" me, so to speak.  At least, the me of a year ago would have thought so.  However, all the natural job fits for me right now are totally frozen solid. What does that say about my potential industry?  I don't know.  I am sure it will thaw, and everyone assures me it will thaw, but when....??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, these other possibilities are potentially exciting jobs, in a different area of expertise than I have and an opportunity to try something new.  They are probably faster-paced, and way closer to product.  They are quite a departure from what I know, and this might be the perfect time to try something else on for size.  The academic snob in me inherently thinks the farther from end user you are, the cooler, because that implies larger scope/range/research possibilities.  Another part of me says, "but this might be the hot place to be!  And what you do here could potentially have a lot more impact!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....I'm at odds with myself.  But I have a few nibbles from these other jobs, phone reach-outs so far, and I have a lot of preparation to do before things move to the next level, because, as I've said, these are not areas in which I am an expert in.  These jobs will rely a lot more on my practical knowledge than my ability to analyze, theorize, and wonder about far-off things...But you know, beggars can't be choosers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh/kinda exciting, depending on my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1232997740963687513-7674015249688013141?l=phizzledizzle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/feeds/7674015249688013141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1232997740963687513&amp;postID=7674015249688013141&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7674015249688013141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1232997740963687513/posts/default/7674015249688013141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phizzledizzle.blogspot.com/2009/02/job-nibbles.html' title='Job Nibbles'/><author><name>PhizzleDizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02036442165798690074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w05i2Wt4QeU/SPNvQPbAhmI/AAAAAAAAABg/5mLBJu4NtBY/S220/Photo+79.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
