The life and ramblings of Mr. Skjæveland
I’ve quit my old job (spending my last vacation days now) and gone home to mom and dad. My teensy apartment in Oslo is searching for a new tenant, and in a week I’ll go north, north, north, a bit west to start my Ph.D.
Did I mention it’s good to have friends? It’s good to have friends. I wouldn’t have made it out of that apartment in time without a little help from my friends. A lot of help.
Kjekk ung mann, glad i turar i skog og mark, dog ikkje i gjørme, søker følgjande bøker for antatt relativt lettvint studiepoengserverv:
Fullpris ingen fordel.
Had my exam. Have my cand.scient degree. I am victorious. Now to find employment.
The thesis is at the binder. I’ll pick it up tomorrow, give the libraries their copies, and complete the paperwork. Then I can sit down and wait for that lovely day, the final exam.
To kapittel så å seia ferdige, resten krev framleis ein del jobb. Det går så saaaaaakte! Syte. Klage. Pistre.
Twelve days. Ninety-seven pages.
Viss dette fysikkfjaset ikkje blir noko stas kan eg kanskje slå meg inn på kjønnsforskning i staden? Denne artikkelen har nemleg slikt eit fint utsagn:
Genusvetenskap och andra könspolitiska ämnen erbjuder en genväg för personer som saknar meriter för att klara sig i den konkurrens som gäller i universitetsvärlden i övrigt.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be off to ICPS, organised by IAPS. Week-and-a-half in Coimbra, Portugal. Sun, b33r, p0rt and h0tt physics b4b3s. I be looking forward to it. Now if I can just finish these things I should have done on Sunday, like the poster and the lecture I’ve promised to bring along. Wish I’d remembered the costume party earlier, because I sure don’t have time to come up with anything now. My running ideas are rather RF-specific.
… is a new velocity color scale. Whee me.
February: Applied for International Space University grant to attend SSP in Canada this summer.
March: Offered admission provided approved for grant. Approved for grant. I da man!
April: Realized no fucking way will Master’s be finished in mid-June. Turned down grant.
I suck.
Hovudfaget ramlar framover, ser det ut til, for no virkar det nesten. Huhei!
