My personal happiness is inversely correlated to how well my lab work is going.
My lab work is going really well.
March 2011
57 posts
Scott Adams is a Douchebag.
I am not a feminist by any stretch of the imagination. I do not believe that women and men will ever hold equal stature in society, nor do I think that shaking my fist about inequality will make anyone more accepting/equitable/etc. I believe that neither women (nor men) should be looked upon unfairly based simply on their gender. However, I acknowledge that there are inherent differences between women and men that tend to make the genders suitable for different jobs/activities/etc. I also believe that there are inherent differences between men and women that should cause them to be treated differently. However, treating an individual differently based on their gender and discriminating against that person based on their gender are two different beasts.
With that said, Scott Adams is a douchebag. Adams is the creator of the comic “Dilbert,” and had these words to say in his latest blog update:
“The reality is that women are treated differently by society for exactly the same reason that children and the mentally handicapped are treated differently. It’s just easier this way for everyone. You don’t argue with a four-year old about why he shouldn’t eat candy for dinner. You don’t punch a mentally handicapped guy even if he punches you first. And you don’t argue when a women tells you she’s only making 80 cents to your dollar. It’s the path of least resistance. You save your energy for more important battles.”
I don’t know a soul who would think that treating an individual in the same way as an infant or mentally handicapped person is not discriminatory.
You know what? Next time I see him, I hope he treats me like a mentally handicapped person and doesn’t punch back when I punch him first, because I’ve got a mean right hook.
Dixie Dingo →
carolinadogs.com
I think we’ve finally tracked down which breed of dog our little one is.
Don’t let her near your kids.
“I like being myself. Myself and nasty.”
—Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1932). (via ryanedwardmiller)
Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.
Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961).
Ahem.
Please excuse my language after the jump. For those of you who wish not to soil your virgin ears, please do not continue reading.
Scientists turn mice gay by depriving them of serotonin →
nature.com
This leaves a few questions unanswered (ok, I haven’t read the paper yet, but I’m assuming they’re unanswered):
1. Why are gay men so happy?
2. Why do depressed people have low sex drives?
3. Does this imply that gayness can be “treated”?
Viable sperm can be grown ex vivo →
nature.com
Soon, men will be obsolete! Muahaha!
Regrets, I've had a few.
I thought this was a pretty interesting topic for blog post. Regret is one of those subjects you really hate to talk about.
When people say “hindsight is 20-20,” they should really be saying “hindsight is 20-20 and it makes me wish I knew then what I know now and that’s SO FRUSTRATING!”
With that said, I tried really hard to think about the regrets I’ve had in my life. Unlike most of the women in the study, they’re not romance-related. I think one of my biggest regrets is my adolescent behavior. To say I was a difficult teenager is putting it LIGHTLY. I continue to experience intense remorse for everything I put my family through (although I know that, in the long run, it brought us closer together).
One more comment before I let you go to mull over your own regrets:
I think that people who say that they “live their lives with no regrets” are being childish. I think their using this excuse to not have to take a critical look at their lives and see what they did wrong and learn from those experiences. Self-reflection is difficult. “No regrets” is just a cop out.
Scrabble Rug →
collegehumor.com
I know that this picture is supposed to be about the giant rubber band ball (yawn), but I’m in love with the scrabble rug. How awesome is that?!
Print Ad →
nirrimiphotography.carbonmade.com
This is one of the most gorgeous print ads I’ve seen in a very long time. It was shot by the uber-talented nirimi.
Supermoon →
buzzfeed.com
I’m feelin’ a little bit gipped, because the moon didn’t look anything like this while I was tootlin’ around Atlanta on Saturday night.
Also, since when is there a castle in Lilburn?
No Face, but Plants Like Life Too →
nytimes.com
A piece of my vegetarian-ism comes from the cruelty to animals argument. Our mistreatment of farmed-for-food animals makes it hard for me to support the industry.
This woman’s argument takes one step too far by arguing that since plants (and fungi!) show pro-survival traits that they, too, want to live and feel “pain” from being cut down.
To back up a step, let me point out that for any organism to have survived for any length of geological time, they have to display pro-survival traits. So, by nature of their being, all living organisms are inherently pro-survival. With that said, there is a difference between a pro-survival organism and an organism that can experience life. I take “experience life” at its most basic form: feeling hunger, cold, or the joy of being pet.
Personally, I have a problem harvesting, killing, and eating an organism with higher order nervous systems (less so a problem with fish or mollusks, even though I do avoid them).
I think the author might want to revisit the issue of organismal “experience”.
Pepsi to start using 100% renewable bottles →
inhabitat.com
I’m really happy to see sustainable business practices taking hold at such a large level. You go, Pepsi!
(Sorry, Coke, I still love Emory)
Some Animals Are More Equal Than Others →
opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com
“…That “something” is this: we protect “companion animals” like hamsters while largely ignoring what amounts to the torture of chickens and cows and pigs. In short, if I keep a pig as a pet, I can’t kick it. If I keep a pig I intend to sell for food, I can pretty much torture it. State laws known as “Common Farming Exemptions” allow industry — rather than lawmakers — to make any practice legal as long as it’s common…”
Bucket List
1. Go on vacation by myself (bonus points if it’s camping outdoors)
2. Swim with sharks
3. Buy my own car (with no help from a man)
4. Punch someone in the face (don’t judge me)
5. Run a 1/2 marathon
6. Have a baby
7. Own an insanely expensive, totally impractical pair of heels
8. Make croque en bouche from scratch
9. Grow my own tomatoes
10. Be in Times Square for New Years
11. Show some skin at Mardi Gras in New Orleans
12. Host a four course dinner party all by myself
13. Visit all 50 states
14. Get married
15. Donate a bunch of money to charity
16. Own a home with a wrap-around front porch and a library with a ladder
17. Visit 20 of the 58 US National Parks
get me the hell out of dodge
I spy.
Let’s look past the giant stainless steel slide connecting these two East Village apartments. (I know, it’s tough, that’s a freakin’ awesome design element.) Does anyone see what I see? The DNA electrophoresis gel painting hanging on the back wall? Such a great idea. Kudos.
Before I Die...
Candy Chang of C is for Candy created an awesome sidewalk-long chalk board near her New Orleans home where passers-by can chalk in their two cents.
I wouldn’t necessarily call this street art, as a few of the news articles about the wall are, but it’s definitely an interesting/inspiring community-builder in her neighborhood.
Snoopy Snoopy Poop Dogg
In the words of Obama’s Debt Expert, Alan Simpson:
“This is a fakery,” Simpson said on Fox News. “If they care at all about their children or grandchildren, and sometimes I doubt that – I think, you know, grandchildren now don’t write a thank-you for the Christmas presents, they’re walking on their pants with the cap on backwards listening to the enema man and Snoopy Snoopy Poop Dogg, and they don’t like them!”
And there you have it, folks.
We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action.
- Frank Tibolt
” I had imagined graduate school as a shining city on a hill, but it turned out to be more like an extended visit with a bear in a cave.”
ERROL MORRIS
Seeing red.
I have to go to a wedding tomorrow, so I was sifting through the many (many, many) dresses in my closet, attempting to find something that was neither black nor white. My search was limited to a few dresses because, frankly, 90% of my dresses are black. I digress.
This got me thinking about buying a new dress and I found myself immediately thinking about buying a red dress. I don’t think I’ve ever had a red dress. They’re so bold and sexy. I found just about the perfect red dress at cache:
That dress with some nude pumps? Killer. It also happens to be on sale for $99 (If anyone wants to get me a “happy March” present, I’m a size 2, thankyouverymuch).
Now, I’m not looking to buy another black dress any time soon (seriously, I must have at least 15 of them), but this beauty caught my eye:
It’s hard to see it, but there are killer silver and gold sequined epaulets. Man, I want a job so I can buy dresses all day long.
Defense-less
I just got an email from the secretary of my graduate program saying something along the lines of:
“I hear you’ve defended, but I see that you’re registered in CHEM###, please explain.”
I’ve defended? That’s news to me. If the secretary thinks I’ve already defended, do you think I can get her to print me out a diploma?
I knew it. →
gawker.com
Honestly, I’m surprised that 2/3 of them were right.
