Suarez & Streotyping of Mental ill-health.
A blog to remember from Random Storyteller.
The sun fingers and prickles me,
And the dock creaks gray,
Floating on algaed styrofoam.
A silvery leap spatters
This drowsy morning,
Now tail-thrashed alert.
The trout flee weedbeds,
And sunken-log mysteries
For spring-fed depths.
My toes curve over the edge
Of wave-slapped wood,
And I dive,
In an arc,
Into their current,
Desiring mute cool green
Until it presses
Hard on my breast,
And I push upward,
Bursting into white air,
Leaping Trout by Winslow Homer
Underwater courtesy of Mikhail Vedyokhin
Drops of water courtesy of iamharin
The debate on legalising Marijuana rages on.
Living in hope does not lead to anything. Read above link.
A very thought provoking piece particular for both experimental and theoretical scientists.
Google has got 6 new Toys!
A simple explanation of mechanism of a Heart Attack.
Worth reading by every postgraduate student.
In August of last year, I gave a paper to the University of Melbourne’s Office of Research Ethics and Integrity research seminars, Tuesdays with OREI, on ‘Hyper-Anxiety about Research Integrity among library staff and RHD students’ that ended up doing two different things. So this is the first of a five part blog series, about who is anxious, why it’s unhelpful, and what we can do instead. The final posts will address ways of promoting ‘research integrity’ among cohorts who are not already fully signed up to the values of research integrity and academic honesty, because, according to the research, they are also badly served by a focus on plagiarism and punishment.
You can read the whole series by clicking on the category ‘Hyper-Anxiety & Academic Honesty’.
This is the first post of a five part blog series, one which will address ‘hyper-anxiety’ among those who are…
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A short piece of work full of lessons despite its brevity.
Inspired by a haiku written by JannaTWrites > Nature – Haiku
Sorrel thrived in the city rubbish dump.
The kind woman, taking pity, uprooted and brought him home. She cleaned and trimmed, and removed the parasites that infested him. She placed Sorrel near the window, so that nourishing sunlight bathed him. Besides a clean soft bed, she fed him all sorts of nutrients which modern science had birthed.
However, after a week, Sorrel fell ill. He shrivelled and withered. No matter what the woman tried, Sorrel’s condition worsened.
Finally, he bent down in death.
“I wonder whether I should have simply left you in the rubbish dump,” whispered the woman, as she pulled out the dead plant and tossed it into a rubbish bin.
Sorrel – A boy’s name but also a vegetable, eaten in soups, sauces and salads.
Notice, how some plants sprout spontaneously in the wild. Yet…
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Found the list of blogs to read a must for every post graduate student. Have a look at some of them. See what you think.