The babies had it right the first time.
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The babies had it right the first time.
Wait, where did everyone go?
The postdoc has come and nearly gone: what now? Onward, into the post-postdoc era …
If you want to see success, prepare to fail. Also, Latin is hard.
The frequently missing message in application rejections and why experienced researchers regard the rate of acceptance as a random probability instead of a merit-based probability.
A student learns what the teacher knows; a teacher learns what he doesn't.
After three moves in my first six months in Norway, my nomadic postdoc living situation has been settling for the past six months.
The coalescence of scientific, social, and physical activities is the central tenet behind the Geilo Physics School.
The Norwegian Centre for Neutron Research kicks off with a contest.
Three weeks down, forty-nine to go.
"Permitteringer" was a Norwegian word I did not expect to learn so quickly.
One of the best discoveries on the internet is finding something that speaks to you and for you, when you can't find the words or pictures yourself.
It's been about one month in Norway (and there are 29 more to go).
This feeling of déjà vu reminds me of how I felt the summer before starting the PhD program. Now that same feeling of ambitious, daydream-esque optimism is creeping in again with the postdoc.
By March of 2016, everyone I know who graduated with me in December had found a full-time job.