Sweaty mess

Ecogeoman and I were just remarking that when we fall asleep someplace other than the bed (e.g. couch, car), we inevitably wake up at some point drenched in sweat. In contrast, I never wake up a sweaty mess when I sleep in bed, where I typically sleep through the night without interruption.

Why is that?

Working without a net

I think we can all agree that writing grants mostly sucks.  But: would you feel comfortable starting a new project without having first formally proposed it?  Would you feel ok about carrying on with an idea without spending time on a comprehensive literature review?  without crystallizing your ideas in a structured document? without the approval of peer review?

I'm in a position to do some new experiments without having to get funding for them.  That's very, very cool for so many reasons, so trust me when I say I'm not complaining.  I'm just observing that writing a proposal has its merits.

Science is hard

I'm struggling with my research, Dear Readers.  I'm supposed to be setting up a basic experiment as a platform for some flashy new tools, but it's just not working and I can't figure out why.  This sort of experiment has been used since the begging of ecogeoscience time, yet for some reason I can't repeat what's in the literature.  On top of that, I've been asked to turn my attention to several different projects, so I can't ever seem to dive in deep enough to get the problem solved.

Although I'm feeling frustrated as all get-out, in a strange way I'm enjoying the challenge (sort of).  There are people around I can ask for advice, but no one to really hold my hand.  In contrast, my PhD work was so close to my advisor's research that I didn't have to do much trouble shooting or practical experimental design on my own.  I'm super-glad to be gaining new skills, but I'm really, really looking forward to solving this problem.

Groundhog day?

One of the principal reasons I don't want to teach is the Groundhog Day Feeling.  Teaching multiple sections of the same course simultaneously sounds dreadful.  Offering the same courses semester after semester sounds even worse.  I like the feeling of progress I get with research projects -- an idea manifests into experiments that develop into presentations and papers, and then you build on those results for the next project so that ideas and knowledge grow over time.  I like that feeling of moving forward.  I think teaching would feel like starting over time after time without making progress. 

I talked about this with a friend who loves her job as a university lecturer.  She like the sense of renewal she gets at the start of each new semester -- the clean slate to try new things, improve on last semester's disappointments, and influence a new set of students.  I imagine she also feels some measure of personal progress as she polishes her syllabi with each new course.

I guess it's all in the eye of the beholder.

Noise

As it happens, I have always lived on the top floor of whatever mulit-unit building I have lived in.  Dorms, apartments, whatever.  I never demanded the top floor, it just always worked out that way. 

Having never had anyone living above me, I'm not really sure how much noise transfers to the people below.  I think we're pretty quiet - no shoes indoors, no loud music, mostly just sit with our laptops in the evenings - but I just have no sense of what they can hear.  It makes me nervous to have parties.  I really really want to have lots of parties but I'm too worried about my neighbors.

Now we're on a middle floor, but in a building that is much better noise-insulated than our last.  We haven't heard a single noise from any of our neighbors.  Until today.  Today I can hear all manner of noises from above.  I wish I knew what they were doing!  Are they just moving around (so that means the people below can hear us moving around)? Or are they, like, moving out or something that requires moving all the furniture (so a party wouldn't be so bad)? I can hear a mechanical sound - is that the vacuum or a floor sander?  I wish I knew!

Packing sucks

I think EGM packed the coffee filters last night.  He's still asleep, although I don't know how since we packed the curtains yesterday and it's super-bright in our bedroom.


P.S.: we're not packing up the tv until after Lost.

Moving

We're moving on Monday!

A list of things I will miss about our current place, in no particular order:

• Lots of space, including plenty of closet space and beds to accommodate a visiting family of 5
• Beautiful original woodwork
• Tree-lined streets, including big trees right outside the window that make it feel like we live in a treehouse
• Relatively inexpensive rent
• Wonderful neighborhood -- very safe and quiet-ish yet very interesting with lots to do
• Excellent natural light

A list of things I'm super excited about in our new place:

• Shorter commute!!!!!
• Dishwasher!
• Laundry in unit!
• Elevator
• Pool and sundeck
• Pool table room in the building
• Gym, with a view, in the building
• Party room, with a view, in the building
• Garage parking space
• Lots of kitchen counter space
• Decent water pressure
• A toilet that flushes properly
• Bathroom door that latches and locks
• Busy, super-hot neighborhood
• Incredibly convenient access to public transit
• Closer proximity to many of our friends
• Shorter commute!!!

Life has been really out-of-whack for us lately.  I really thrive on a solid daily routine.  I'm hoping that the move, with its resultant shorter commute, will offer a clean slate for getting myself back into a comfortable schedule.  I'm surprisingly stressed about the move itself, but so excited to do it.