As of today, Mr. PhD and I have been in a relationship for a long time! Incredible 3.5 years! But in the last year we hit a rock bottom. Honeymoon phase was long over, and hard work on building a lasting and rewarding relationship settled in. And since we are stubborn and strong personalities, endless… Read More Valentine’s ode to my (Mr.) PhD
I do not want to spoil the trip into the fantasy lands for you, but the highlights include union of Darwin theories with alchemy, magical Oxford, time travel and informed historical details from medieval Europe… Read More #20: Academic witches & vampires
Maybe like me, you will use the Loftet to do some headstands, to get a change of perspective and wave this year a goodbye with your feet.… Read More #7 The Headstands Loft
If you are in academia, you have probably been acquainted with imposter syndrome. Maybe you are on a first-name basis or hopefully you have just been introduced in passing. He and I seem to be old buddies, and as such we engage in endless conversations over coffee or during my sleepless nights. However, sometimes even… Read More Recipe for imposter syndrome cure
One AM on Christmas day and instead of doozing off I am still sitting by a computer, editting this last post in the KI Researcher’s Advent Calendar. In between copying and pasting, I swear at myself. What a typical overachiever, overly ambitious and perfectionist (in other words, what a PhD student!) I am! But the… Read More Jolly Science X-mass and 2017!
In my yesterday post, I was more serious than planned. But Christmas is also time of joy and fun. Contrasts again, like Lucia celebrating light in the midst of darkness. Today, my PhD life was simplified from reflecting on big questions and reduced to being attacked by a Great Grey Owl in Skansen, where the… Read More The Light to the Darkeness
Few hours ago I was lying on a red cushion armchair, staring through a window, watching the buzz of a hospital wing behind the shinning Christmas stars decorations. Smelling the antiseptic desinfection brought memories of childhood, which may sound strange to those who are not children of doctors like me. Suddenly, images of children and… Read More The Science of Giving