Saturday at work

Working at a uni, we have open days for future students. Today, it's our turn, so I've ropped into doing demo to applicants and their parents. It's lunchtime now, and I'm waiting for the new batch to come. And it's boring...I've checked facebook, my emails, the news, the daily gossip.Ouff.!

Letting other people change your personality

Bad news all around in my family this week. My grandma has cancer. Of course it's a slow burning thing and she is 84, so it's not as bad as it could be. However, living 2,500 km away from home and all that, I wasn't told at all, even after the mastectomy she had. So I'm sad.
Also, I have this massive grudge against this person at work. I just can't stand her. She's pompous and self-centred but with a massive black hole where her heart should be and a little puddle of mud for a brain. Fortunally, she has made the right alliances on anatomic mattresses, so there's little I can say to her. So I'm pissed off.
The end is result is quite a struggle: I feel like the Gollum.

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μοκετοκατάσταση

back to life, back to reality

I had to take a break from the written word, after my short personal contribution to the abuse of science...Hence the silence.
With my thesis out of the way, I have the viva exam on it next week. Re-reading the stuff has been stressful to begin with but it's growing on me.
Deciding what to do with the rest of my life appears to my problem of the month. Academia or industry? This research group or another? Greece, UK or somewhere else?
Dunno really and sadly my dirty old grandad is dead for a few years now, and I have found none else that can give sounder advice than his. My favourite quote is: "shit always floats", something that has been verified every single day of my life: especially the golden rule of sleeping your way through a degree and a PhD, even if you have shit for brains. What can you do...Unfortunately, I had to do it the hard way.

The plague of blogs

Writing a blog is good for the soul for many reasons. It often provides with anomymity, allows you to blow some steam off your own stressed up life and can be self-phychoanalysis of sorts. Sometimes it is a kind of journalism. Other people express themselves and make art throu blogs. Also, it can a be a type of voyerism into the life of a famous person, only with their permission. That's why I think it's a great thing and I can't understand why in countries like Greece "the cradle of civilisation" it was been deemed as evil as Bob of Twin Peaks fame.

Done and dusted

I have finished writing my thesis...
It's been years that I've been longing to be able to say that. It feels as good as I expected. There are some minor things to do and I'll try to submit next week before Easter closure for my uni. By the way, this has cost me four years and five months of my life.