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Okay, posting again. This is me posting.

Jul19

It’s not strange for me to have binary behavior, either posting regularly or Just Not Posting.  That being the case… and it being the case that I will likely be using this (or some) blog to communicate with the handful of folk I am leaving behind but who might remember me in six months… I’m aiming now to go back to the former.  And boy do I have a lot of nail polish queued up.

So I wrote my dissertation.  In 7 days.  It should have been 6, but I turned it in a day late because I needed the extra time, plus What Are They Going To Do Fire Me.  I must say, in the strongest possible terms, I do not recommend this.  It was a total staple job, but even so, the level of immersion, stress, and effort involved for those 7 days left me truly, alarmingly useless for almost two weeks.* **

So… don’t do that.  Honest.  Reschedule your defense and make another plane ticket if that’s what it takes.  For the love of god, learn from the mistakes of others.  I defend Monday (fingers crossed) and so far I haven’t found the wherewithal to start my presentation.

That’s bad.

In non-academic news (ha ha), we’ve got most of the moving nonsense scheduled, modulo getting some cats to the right city (thpt cats).  We don’t actually have a place to live (bah) but apart from those small details, it looks like this move is going to happen.  Exciting!  Or it will be when I get some wherewithal to use on being excited.

Okay, nail polish, actual posting soon.  Both these PWIs are recent acquisitions, because… I was going to say my willpower is weak when I’m out of wherewithal, but in practice I don’t try to stop myself from buying <$2 nail polishes.  I mean… why?  It’s not like they’re full of calories.  Or potassium benzoate.

Hearts & Glass Bronze Goddess:

pink

You will see why I felt the need to check the name.  I wouldn’t call this bronze.  I would call it pink.  But it’s a VERY good coater (maybe 1 coat?) and, despite being quite very sparkly, a reasonably work-appropriate color.  And the glitter scales poorly in pix.

Hearts & Glass Daring Duchess:

alsopink

This, while a creme and not sparkly, is not in fact a color I would wear to (say) a dissertation defense.  But  this image scaled fine.

So.  Pink!  Pink pink pink.  They both have excellent formula, excellent opacity, ridiculously nice for being some random one-off brand.†  What can I say?

* still counting.

** This is extremely consistent with studies on human work in general; you don’t gain anything over anything but the VERY short term by working long hours.  You get the most work over a 2-month span or anything longer at a 35 hour week.  Long hours are not helping you.  Really!

† Listed in tags as “hearts and glass” rather than “hearts & glass” because the ampersand breaks wordpress’ tag system. Tsk!

PWI: Born Pretty Holo Polish, plus adornments!

Jun4

Quarter’s drawing to a close.  Good riddance.  I’ve finally piloted my user study on the robot (thanks MK!).  It still needs work but in most ways it’s pretty deployable.  I really need to figure out why the robot’s verbal responses are delayed almost 3 seconds; that part’s just not working.

Stupid robots.

Anyway!  I have been painting my nails, just not blogging as much.  Just busy.  Well, and also Tachyon discovered that if I play console games instead of sitting at my computer, I make a really comfortable lap:

cat

I mean… what am I supposed to do?  I’m no monster.

So that’s been something of a showstopper.  Yeah, my life is hard.

Anyway, I got nail-mail yesterday from the Born Pretty store, a source of cheap stuff that’s based out of Singapore.  (My last two packages had customs labels describing them as “cell phone case” and “electronics misc,” so that’s definitely legal.)  Shipping to the US is free.  All of this means it takes arbitrary amounts of time to arrive.  I basically place an order and forget about it, and whenever it shows up it’s a nice surprise.*

If you’re anything like me, when presented with new toys, you have to try them out right noooww.  This is how I came to be sporting Born Pretty Holo Polish:

rb

It’s magically delicious.

This is a “linear holo,” meaning the holographic excellence shows up along lines defined by the curve of the nail, rather than being randomly spangled about.  I am very excited about future polish!

Unfortunately, the above is about the best holographic presentation I got.  It was taken in the weird cold fluorescent elevator of my 100-year-old apartment complex.  Below is what it mostly looked like in practice.

gray

Gray’s a color.

It was still interesting.  Also, this is a rather low-end holo polish;** I may step it up to an expensive one.

In the meantime, since I still had new things to play with and less-than-exciting nails, I promptly bunged on a ton of stuff.  Behold: stuff.

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Indirect (and failing) sunlight.  This is the closest I came to getting things in focus.  I choose to believe that this is not my camera’s way of opining on the tackiness of just slapping everything on together.

Left to right:

  1. Silver… errr… crown? sort of? stickers.  They were fine, they stayed on, I’ll use more.
  2. Silver rhinestones.  Also fine.  I got to use my new teeny-thing-picker-upper tool!
  3. A black-and-clear 3D sticker.  Iffy.  It tore when I tweezed it off the backing, and subsequently came off the nail in blobs.
  4. Water decal of some generic part of a clock.  If you haven’t built models of aircraft or tanks or (in my case) giant space robots, you probably didn’t know that water decals are the devil.  But I was prepared for it, and I love the designs on this sheet.

Then a bunch of stuff fell off.  But hey, toys!  TOYS.  Expect rather more… er… reasoned adornment pix in the near future.

* Actually this is how I cope with almost all shipped goods.  We order so much stuff from Amazon that we get several packages a week… so why track?  Mr. Fix-It will ask me what’s in an incoming box, and I’m all, “Clothes?  Toiletries?  Electronics?  Cats?”

** Actually, at $7/6ml on sale <!!>, it kind of isn’t!  Should have read the description more closely.  But there are companies who specialize in this nonsense and may produce shinier holographics.

Welcome to Cats Nails Robots on WordPress!

May2

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.

robots and jerbs and a comment on Zoya

Apr26

This week was loooong.  (This update is long.)  My paper, getting yelled at, my video card catching fire,* getting up early at 8:30 to go to an all-day language workshop, spending all day downtown meeting with a company… but a lot of it was jerbs.  Researching and negotiating, but also worrying.  I put a lot of energy into worrying this week!  A lot.

Well:

  • Paper’s in.  And I think it’s pretty good.
  • I (still) hate getting yelled at.
  • New video card ordered.  (Thank you, adviser L.)
  • Language workshop (annual regional thing, maybe 100 people?) was awesome.**  Mostly because of the research/social catchup, but at least two really good talks.
  • Company is a startup working on elder care robots, which coincidentally is what I do!  (It’s not a coincidence.  They’ve gotten my name from a number of people.)  I see future collaborations there.

 

And jerbs.  Ah, jerbs.

I now have an offer from my second choice (henceforth “U”) and a possibly-soon-offer from my first choice (henceforth “G”).  U called this morning to offer me everything I asked for, pretty much; I said I’d answer them Thursday.  I’m not going to wait/keep them waiting forever on a maybe, and y’know… if it’s a mistake, I’ll try again.  There are very few irrevocable decisions in life.

I’m exhausted. I need to clarify about Zoya but… tomorrow.

I put a cushion in my usual pix spot, and now it is a kitty/sunbeam spot that,
as it happens, is close enough for skritches.  It is possible all subsequent
natural light photos will be fashionably framed against a background of
white fur.  In this case I can absolutely guarantee it is cruelty-free.

Oh and this weekend I am going to try to move to WordPress.  Bulletins as events warrant.

* Okay, it only scorched and let out the Magic Smoke, but once the smoke’s out the magic is gone, so that’s enough really.

** At the workshop, I ran into the director of the one and only company (not school) I applied to (they didn’t call me).   He asked how it was going; I told him where I’d gone and what offers I had.   He was skeptical (“Wait… in, like, Iowa?”), then shocked (“That’s not normal.  Is it?  Is that normal in this market?”).  So, in the general spirit of managing my job search with maturity and grace, neener neener should’ve called me back, ppthblth. ^_^

Zoya Earth day exchange!

Apr24

Okay, I have a real post (several) in the pipeline, but I wanted to get this out there real quick.  Zoya is an expensive-ish brand of nail polish, out of my price range usually, but once a year, for Earth day, they do an exchange – (almost) everything half price, and you can send them unwanted bottles of polish to dispose of in an environmentally appropriate way.  I am planning to buy me some Zoya!

Why am I telling you this?  Well, because there are a lot of polishes to choose from.  Like… a lot.  And, as with the repeat wearings of polishes, I end up pretty much just choosing the same colors over and over when shopping.  (I have so much teal…)

I am the one behind the monitor waggling toys
at him.  So basically my life is awesome despite
advisers, because… I mean look at him.

So if any of you wanted to nail shop vicariously through me (or, actually through me, I guess), you  could go to this page right here and choose some stuff for me to buy.  And to subsequently put on my body.*  Or your body.  Or Mr. Fix-It’s body!  Heck, I’m easy.

* Edited to add after questions. Yes, I will totally buy polishes you suggest ironically, and I will wear them.  And furthermore, I will make them look good.  Hit me.

Jerbs!!

Apr19

Here’s where I was yesterday, ‘k?  You can just scroll down to the kitty if that’s your gig.

It feels weirdly like asking a girl I’m really, really into on a date, waiting nervously in a state between excitement and terror, and expecting a no.  Anticipation of rejection, disappointment, trying to not give up, and a general feeling that I’ll never be happy again, no matter how many fish other people claim are in the sea – all overlaid by the grownup-brain that tells me I’m over-reacting to the point of being absurd, I don’t even have an answer yet.  I know I’m being absurd, but the feelings are real.  Stupid meat feelz.

Here’s where I am now, which is much better:

#4 (my second choice) is making me an offer – on unanimous vote, which is insane.  Engineers don’t DO unanimous.  I will take their offer, probs, because apparently they really want me there AND I want to be there.  #4 is amazing and wants me and is very close to Dr. P and Dr. D.  I can make this work.

And:

My call with #3 (Dream Job) was the most encouraging rejection I’ve ever received.  The chair actually called, and made a point of saying that: 1, it was razor-thin between me and the offer; 2, I was the only finalist who was NOT a postdoc; 3, zhe loves my research and will visit me regularly to talk and collaborate, because zhe spends a lot of time in the city I’m headed to.

I mean.  Dang.  How am I supposed to feel bad now?

Normally Tachyon (painfully smart tomcat, 12 pounds, left) just runs
when Libra (cute but terrible, 7 pounds, right) decides she wants
a spot he’s occupying.  Apparently sunbeams = détente.

So… yeah; #3 is turning me down, unless some mystery dude gets a “yes” from CMU in a couple-three weeks AND I am not  yet committed to #4.  But!  Instead of being crushed, my status now is: I could live in a familiar town with access to family and friends who are amazing researchers, where I will do research with people who super value me!  And hey.  Who knows what the future will bring?

The worst possible outcome now is awesome.  Awesome like kitties in sunbeams, which is to say, very, very awesome.

3 down, 1 to go

Apr6

#3 interview went sooo well.  Unless something big changes (like #4 is even better), if they make me an offer I sure intend to take it.

#2 interviewers have made me a job offer.  They have offered me everything I asked for so far and more – they really want me, and that is, all by itself, tempting.

#4 is Monday.

These are all great news.  So why not more exclamation points ‘n’ whatnot?  Well, I have more things to say, to think, but I am so braindead I can’t even make the minimally required words go together.

so kitty.  wish me luck, things going well, kitty.

He loves me whether I have a job or not

Interviewing!

Mar28

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

On the Groves of Academe [a rant in several parts]

Mar19

Okay, so (I claim) it’s kind of insane to want to be a professor.  “And yet,” you say (in my head, where you are interested), “You are yourself finishing a Ph.D. and trying to stay in academia!”

Well, I gave three possible reasons for that behavior:

  • You’re nuts.
  • You somehow missed the memo on the problems with academia.
  • You know yourself, and know what makes you happy, very well. 

I don’t think I’m irretrievably insane, and I certainly got the memo.  So.

[This got long as all hell.  Feel free to just look at this cat instead. –ed.]

Not posed.  I just looked over and Libra was sitting
in my backpack.  With her tongue sticking out.

Do I know myself that well?  Who knows.  Maybe!  But I know, as much as anyone can know without being there, what the tradeoffs are.  I undoubtedly have surprises in my future, and I have things to learn about being in academia – including unpleasant things – and about myself.  But here are some things I’m sure of about myself, right now.

  • I don’t care that much about money.1 As far as my life objectives and reward structures go, it’s not high on the list.  I want enough money for a reasonably nice life – but in my field, that doesn’t require being at the financial pinnacle.
  • I like writing.  I like presenting to groups.  I like being in front of groups.  I like teaching and I love presenting at conferences.  I am a big fat ham.
  • I love, love, love traveling.  I have a map of places I have yet to go.  This is a thing researchers do, travel for conferences; and I love basically everything about business traveling.
  • I love interacting with smart people!  In a university environment, many of the people you rub along with are stimulating, thought-provoking, fascinating people.
  • I am motivated by tackling new problems and coming up with new ideas – even if some of them don’t work out.  Tackling problems that humanity has never solved before is awesome.  Producing profitable artifacts, less my thing.
If you don’t know what this is all about, get off my lawn.
  • My personal health and well-being is best served by having a job/role that supports not getting up at 8 or 9 (or 10) every day.  It sounds minor, but it’s not.
  • I love being on campus.  I love wandering around a campus, people-watching students and professors, reading posters in random buildings.  I find that I feel comfortable and happy on almost any campus.
  • I do not give farts about how many people know my name.  I care a bit about the quality of those people, but the idea of “toiling along in relative obscurity” is untroubling.
  • I lead small groups well; I mentor well; I don’t want to be a career manager.
  • I work best under pressure.  With no forcing functions, I tend to play computer games in my underwear and loathe myself.
  • Mr. Fix-It hates moving with a passion, and I don’t want to drag him around as I do corporate job changes.  Also, neither of us is a big fan of Silicon Valley.
  • And hey – I went into grad school from an industry research job, with my eyes open, planning to enjoy it.  And for the most part, I’ve enjoyed the hell out of it.

Some of these can be addressed by non-university research jobs; some cannot.  Some aren’t addressed by academia, either, and not all “industry” research jobs are created equal.  Put together, they make a pretty reasonable story.  That said, there’s one more slightly dirty secret:

  • It’s a one-way street.  You can go from academia to industry, but not vice versa.2

So “publish or perish” is really “publish or do what you’d be doing anyway if you weren’t in academia”.  Trying out the faculty gig keeps my options the most open, which I do care about. A lot. A whole lot.  A whole, whole lot.  …yep.

[1]  This, by the way, is the kind of thing that’s easy to toss off if you have enough money, and don’t have to worry about making rent, or have to decide between medicine and food.  I have always been that lucky, but a lot of it is luck, and I am profoundly grateful.

[2]  Yes yes there are exceptions.  People win the lottery too.  Thpt.

Interviewed! Lived to tell!

Mar11

I got interviewed!

It was… long.

  • 6:00 – Get up to practice talk
    • Body time (PST → EST transition + DST): 2:00? I think?
  • 9:00-11:00 – Many ½ hour meetings
  • 11:00 – Give talk (eek)
  • 12:00 – Lunch
  • 13:00-18:30 – Many ½ hour meetings
  • 18:30 – Break
  • 18:35-21:00 – Dinner (delicious; also, thinly veiled excuse for more interview)

That’s not THAT long a day, but it’s a pretty nonstop day, if that makes sense. Very few breaks, no letting guard down.  On the flip side, I learned a lot.

Since we’re making lists:

  1. Faculty seem socially isolated
  2. 2/3 of faculty live in NYC or Princeton (see above) – not a great sign
  3. Teaching load going up soon (from 1/1 to 1/2)
  4. Funding seems an issue in general
  5. CS department is split across several buildings
  6. Many significantly older professors
  1. Faculty seem friendly, forthcoming, and interested
  2. Students are engaged and (mostly) interesting
  3. Two profs closest to my research are both ~ my age and nice people
  4. Many options for collaboration, I think 
  5. Um, east coast? duh?
  6. Only one person harassed me a bunch about Cyc

I don’t have a synthesis.  Too tired.  But hey, it happened, and the world didn’t implode or anyfing, so that’s nice.  I felt like it went pretty well, and like I had a good connection with many of the people I talked to.  Maybe that’s accurate, maybe it was the sleep dep.

We Shall See!

I was gonna add something about… something… hard.  Uh.  Hard is too hard.  Brain going offline.  Cat:

My macbook pro has warms. He especially likes it when I play Flash games.

Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax

Mar7

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.

On the Groves of Academe [a rant in several parts]

Mar5

Academia is a funny place.*

For one thing, it’s kind of insane to want to be faculty. I mean that in a fairly literal sense. Consider:

      • You spend 5-8 years in PhD school, living on a relative pittance. This is 5-10% of your life, 8-13% of your adult life.
      • Grad school isn’t always fun. It can be fun! There are excellent things about it! But PhD students spend a lot of time slogging through, under pressure.
      • The opportunity cost of 5-8 years of possible earnings with a BS/BA (or 3-6 years with an MS) is very high.
      • The odds of actually finding a position range from mediocre to astronomically low.
      • The pay is non-concomitant with the effort. Financially, the sweet spot is the Masters. 
      • Should you actually land a position, possibly after another 2-4 years as a postdoc, you face 4-7 years on the tenure track – years that are much more grueling than grad school.
      • Also now you are between 27 and 35. 
      • If you make it through ALL the hurdles, you achieve the gold ring: you’re a tenured faculty member, expected to teach classes and Produce Research.
      • Also now you are between 38 and 46. (I hope you didn’t want kids? j/k, that’s what faculty wives are for†)
      • The gold ring: If you do amazingly, continuously, for the rest of your life, at least 100 people will look up to you! Probably 200-300 will know your name. Maybe even more!
      • Congrats I guess?

          Is this insane? Well, the cost/reward ratio is waaaay off. I mean, nobody would look at this objectively and say, “Oh, that sounds like a great idea!” So… either you know yourself, and know what makes you happy, very, very well; or you’re nuts; or, you somehow missed the memo on the above.

          It’s interesting, what happens when I mention this to my fellow faculty-candidate colleagues. About half of them nod, a bit sadly, and we share a Look, and go back to our insanity. The other half go straight to, “Nooo! No, not true, because of reasons! …”

          I worry about the second half.

          How could you miss the memo? Well, really, the Academe is geared towards making academics. Great undergrads are steered into grad school; after that, research and publication and faculty are all anyone talks to you about. How could it be otherwise? You are mentored and taught exclusively by people who followed that path AND got the gold ring. What else do they know?

          But now, we produce at least one order of magnitude more PhDs than we have faculty slots, so something’s gotta give.

          After I get my crazy person slot.**

          I will try to amend for wordiness with a sleeping kitty:

          It is so hard to get work done around here you guys I mean what was I gonna do

          * A funny place, especially, in STEM. Which is honestly pretty close to all I know. One of the funny things is how very, very different areas are. So let’s take all of the following as referring to STEM.
          † j/k, faculty-chillums obviously a problem for all genders.††
          †† (it isn’t)
          ** It’s a nice crazy-person slot 😐

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

          Feb18

          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?

          Feb16

          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

          Feb13

          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.

          oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! (job interview)

          Feb10

          So, it hasn’t come up on the bloggityblag before, but I’m actually… on the job market. (dum dum dummm) And ohmygosh you guys I just got called to set up an interview ohmygosh!

          Why is this worthy of so much frothing at the mouth? Well, see, I’m applying for positions where they hire 1-2 people/year, and routinely get 500-1200 applications. …which is insane. They don’t even bother to give you a “no” – you just wait until around April, and then you’re like, “well I guess I need a plan B?”

          So, even getting called for an interview is a major achievement. I sent a lot of applications, so it’s also kind of reaffirming.  But mostly, oh gosh someone read my stuff oh gosh!!

          In the interests of making this marginally less dull, here, have another cat.

          beloved Dot

          oh my gosh oh my gosh

          Project Wear-It

          Feb10

          Project Wear-It was inspired by The Crumpet‘s apt observation that we tend not to wear the polishes we’ve had for a long time (original post here). However, unlike all the actual organized bloggers out there, I haven’t the first idea what I’ve worn or when I got anything. I mean, I can say “Oh, this one must be from about five years ago,” but that’s about it. Plus, even though I try not to, I’m pretty sure I re-wear a few polishes colors a lot and neglect others.

          So I’m starting this blog to chronicle Project Wear-It, in which I am going to go through my entire polish collection and wear every single thing. To make this work, I am not going to re-wear any polish until the whole thing is over. (It feels like such a commitment!)

          Obviously there will be exceptions, if I’m particularly inspired, or have a job interview, or have the perfect polish for a special night out, or whatever. But for the day to day what-shall-I-grab question, the answer for a while is going to be: Always something new.

          Wish me luck!

          gratuitous kitty

          Once more into the breach

          Feb9

          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!