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Lookit, I done moved this here blog!  I’m still working on the looks; it’s a little embarrassing to have construction dust around, but ah well.  The more I published on my old site, the more of a hassle migrating was going to be, so I’m biting the bullet.  So, here’s why!

#1. Google (through blogger/blogspot) is, anecdotally, prone to casually deleting all your stuff if they decide you’ve violated the terms of service. 

(I mean yes it’s just a silly little blog, but I created that content for a reason.)  And speaking of terms of service, get this:

#2. “When you upload, submit, store, send or receive content to or through our Services, you give Google (and those we work with) a worldwide license to use, host, store, reproduce, modify, create derivative works (such as those resulting from translations, adaptations or other changes we make so that your content works better with our Services), communicate, publish, publicly perform, publicly display and distribute such content.”

(Just a silly little blog, but..!  MY content!)

But the absolute, most important deal-breaker:

#0. Privacy.

Here’s what I’m hoping to accomplish, privacy-wise.

  • Obviously, if you know me, then reading this makes it crystal clear who I am. I’m not trying to change that.
  • But!  If you know me IRL – say, from work – I would like it not to be trivial to Google me and find this page.  (That’s why I’m not naming schools I’m interviewing at, for example; too easy to set up a Google alert for your own school.)  This page is for different people.

Meanwhile, Google has a strong preference to link everything you do on the web to everything else.  The whole “Permanently link Gmail to your YouTube account” thing made people really mad.  For excellent reasons!  People use different services in different ways, and Google’s determination to make “anything you can do on the web” into a monolithic, real-world-linked entity is appalling.

WordPress is, comparatively, a hassle.  But it’s worth it for me to maintain some damn control over my content and identity.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled posts!  Meanwhile, here’s how Gossamer felt about moving.

Cat with tongue sticking out

My own feelings are considerably more negative.


I have three interviews in the next 2 weeks, so… posts are likely to flag a bit, I guess.  Or, um, a lot.  Please just cross fingers for me to get an awesome job somewhere (first talk’s in 4 hours!) and there will be content again shortly.

Now I have to go put on a Suit.  Fortunately I have an awesome Suit.

De rigueur kitty:

kitty smoosh

Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax

I committed quite an extensive rant a couple of days ago, explaining why it was slightly daft to aim for academia. Of course, I had planned a followup to explain why it can be right, and wonderful, and fulfilling, and actually a great choice. (I did throw in an “unless” in there…)

Unfortunately, that one’s going to have to wait, because I am frantically trying to get ready for (gulp!) my first faculty candidate interview, on Monday. (eeeeeeeek)

So only easy nail polish posts and kitties until that’s over with.  Also, medical stuff, good stuff we hope. So on all fronts, cross your fingers for me! Meanwhile,

We cannot see you.  Because you are Sneaky.

“There is an end to everything, to good things as well.” ~Chaucer 1374

I’ma talk about my cat a little. It’s depressing though and probably without much substance, so “Read More” only if you want to.

Gossamer, January 31st:

Asleep on my lap. Which is where he more or less lived. I’ll probably
post more of these, since I have so many. And since he was adorable.

He was the best cat. He was a snugglebug, skittish, prone to sickliness. He was gloriously white and handsome. He lived a long life, especially for a sickly cat with a bunch of crappy internal organs. I am pretty positive he lived a happy one, especially when I decided that taking him to vets and specialists was the only thing negatively affecting his quality of life. Since then, it’s been antibiotics occasionally, or getting a lump looked at, but nothing else. For ten years! So I guess it was an okay decision.

He had a lot of weird rituals. He liked to crawl under the covers with me at night. His purr had a rusty, out-of-tune quality, and was always soft, but easy to evoke — a lap, some skritches. All his favorite foods and treats were seafoody, but he never would eat tuna. Almost everyone who met him thought he was awesome.

I loved him categorically.

Charles Schultz wrote about his dog once. He’d had several, but he wrote (from memory, errors mine):

[this dog] is the one who taught me about the fanatical love a man can have for a dog… there was a sign nailed to our tree that said, “please drive slowly; small dog does not see or hear well”. When he died I tore it down and angrily chopped it to pieces…

Gossamer was a pet, yes. He was also a companion in an important sense. He loved me, he met me at the door, and he was always happiest near me. Even when everything else was terrifying and shitty, he was always in my home, ready to snuggle with me and purr and generally make me feel like the terrifying, shitty world didn’t matter so much when I had this lump of fur and affection. I already miss him so desperately.

Putting him to sleep was terrible, but watching him suffer was unacceptable. When the time came it was very clear. I took responsibility for giving him a good and happy life, not necessarily a long one, and that was my commitment. I’m grieving for me and my life, which suddenly has this jagged and terrible hole in it… but not for him. He, I think, had the best life we could give him, a good life.

Sleep dreamlessly, little cat, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. No prince has ever deserved so much as thee, nor has any prince or king so well deserved my love.

Interview polish, maybe?

Since my nails are currently 1/2 ugly yellow (ssiiiiggghh), my need for a nude (ish) polish has stepped up. Like, I have to make something work before the first job interview. I wasn’t planning to wear nail polish to a job interview, but I wasn’t planning on dying my nails nicotine-yellow, either. Oops…

It’s not like this realization made me buy nail polish; it just made me buy comparatively boring nail polish. (Let’s face it, I was gonna buy nail polish.) This isn’t exactly a Project Wear-It, either, since I’m explicitly looking for something I plan to wear several times, soon…

So, the possibly-interview-ready OPI Dulce de Leche:

In indoor lighting it’s basically perfect…
…but in sunlight it’s pretty pink! You can see the slight gold shimmer.

It’s certainly a very pretty color! I’m just not sure if I’m feeling it for interviews. I do think it’s flattering, in an incredibly understated way. Not a bad thing to own, although I rarely want “understated” nails. I mean, if nobody is going to notice it, I would just go without nail polish. …usually.

Amusingly, I had to find the color name by slowly navigating OPI’s all-flash website, rather than walking eight feet and picking up the bottle.  Why?

you knew that was gonna be why

PWI: Urban Outfitters Babyboy

Another day, another blue. I think I’m going to make a point of not wearing blue tomorrow. Unless I just keep this color on for another day, which would be fine with me, as it’s wonderful.

I went to Urban Outfitters last night to get a couple of 2/$8 polishes, and also to get out of the house and get moving. (Nail polish motivates me.) Aaaand they had a bunch of colors on fire sale, $0.99 a bottle. So I got six new polishes! …and a couple more for $8. (What can I say? I’m weak.)

Indirect sunlight. In indoor-only lighting it’s much more teal. Dang,
I feel like if I swapped this and the physicians formula blue,
they’d both be more color-accurate. do not need another hobby…

Why I haven’t seen more on the blogosphere about Urban Outfitters polish? I mean, yes, everybody wants in on the nail polish market right now. I wouldn’t be surprised if my insurance agent comes out with a line of nail polish. But UO has lots of colors, a reasonable price ($5, with various specials like 2/$8), and, in my experience, exceptional formulas. Am I missing something??

Update: I mentioned this to one of my (two) polish-interested friends, and she said, “Maybe it’s all that ripping off indy designers?” So I Googled ‘urban outfitters controversy’, and… yeah. Well, I’m not returning one-dolla polishes, but good to know. I guess. 🙁

Depressing! Let’s look at cats instead.

Sunbeams are the best thing.

Once more into the breach

Let’s start this blog off with a picture of kitties, what say?

I have a lot of cat pictures, you see.

The blog title pretty much says it all, I hope. I’m a roboticist with a love of nail polish, good science, cats, and an astounding array of other hobbies and topics.  (See, I don’t sleep much.)

I’m planning to put random things here, including the annals of Project Wear-It and the cute cat pix I keep accumulating – but it remains to be seen whether I’ll manage. Let’s hope!