I'd like to write something concise and witty here to compensate for my rubbish recent blogging, but I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth.
I suspect it was sucked into the vortex of academia. It's been ten weeks since I finished my annual bout of full-time work, and in that time I've singularly failed to get a stitch of PhD work done. Instead, I've done assignment marking for professors in the department, planned and taught seminars, done gazillions of data coding for one of the lecturers, and half-written an article for publication. Some of these things bring in the bacon and some of them are good for my career, but none of them contribute directly to the 90,000 words of wisdom I'm supposed to be writing. Despite always being busy, I don't seem to have made any actual progress. It's all rather disheartening.
On top of this, Timorous Beast's father has died.
How to get into the Christmas spirit and out of this pestilent congregation of vapours?
3 comments:
I'm sure those 90,000 words of wisdom are in there bubbling in the background Dr Tim. You need to set your phasers to stun in the Vortex of Academia.
On a lighter note, I remember Hamlet used to be a popular advertisement at Yuletide but the consumption of them inevitably produced a pestilent congregation of vapours.
I think you're doing well, friends who've done PhDs say it's a long lonely business. I think you're allowed to feel down, especially if you've also just lost someone close to you. Give yourself a break... I think when you get some actual holiday time off when nobody is at work, you'll feel better.
Ah shucks, you are being nice to me. I recall said ads fondly, Rog.
I wasn't close to Pater Beast, Annie, but I'm sad for my own Beast, who's a sensitive soul and is feeling the pain.
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