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Author Archives: Austin
I blame the parents
From time to time, I am given to wondering why I have achieved so little in life generally. Answers suggested by my friends and family have included ‘laziness’ ‘not trying hard enough’ ‘lack of confidence’ ‘too unfocussed’ ‘too much procrastinating’ … Continue reading
Posted in Family business, Getting old, Grumbling, Humour, Procrastination
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Gerald Elliott 1931-2013
Posted in Family business, Getting old, History, The Life Scientific
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Guilty laughter. But still laughter.
As I sat here today, wrestling with an intransigent Master’s thesis (the thesis is NOT mine, though the intransigence is), as well as the sheer existential gloom of being back at The Bunker (aka the Medical School Building) after the … Continue reading
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No passion please, we’re scientists
In which I put a damper on all this over-invoked passion. Regular readers of this blog (you know who you are, you two – stop giggling at the back), or of others in the OT stable where I can be … Continue reading
Posted in Annoyances, Grumbling, The Interwebz, The Life Scientific
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Out of it – probably, but not out of here
In which I procrastinate. About procrastinating. Goodness.
Posted in chess, Procrastination, Public Engagement, The Life Scientific
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Twenty five years without parole
In which I look back in… stunned disbelief? It has been a rather strange week here. The main reason, I think, is that last Wednesday, on Feb 1st, I passed a rather unnerving landmark – twenty-five years working for the … Continue reading
Posted in Getting old, Grumbling, Physiology, Procrastination, The Life Scientific, Universities
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Making the grade?
Note: Now with added game: scroll down As the three chess-playing readers of this blog will know, club chess players who play regularly in club leagues end up with what in English chess is commonly called a ‘grade’ or ‘grading’, … Continue reading
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Times past, and celebrity guests
Though perhaps I should have called this “The Old Neighbourhood” Many years ago – in the early 90s, to be precise – I went back as an adult, after more than two decades, to the Cape Cod village of Woods … Continue reading
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A year… only partially digested
So Occam’s Typewriter is a year old. Where does the time go…? (No answers involving quantum theory, please. Or homeopathy.
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I’m still here… I think
Apologies for the lack of posting recently. You can blame the throes of teaching semester-time (into week ten, two and a half weeks to go…). Or perhaps the series of delightful illnesses the kids have been bringing home. Our three … Continue reading
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