Heroen Visits
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The day of Heroen Verbruggen coming to visit is here. It’s been a total waste—since I’d been hoping to talk to him about the morphospace, but haven’t had a chance to work on it because of the microscope fiasco. Fucking shitballs. I had breakfast with him at Darwin’s and we chatted casually about this and that, but nothing of substance or really relevant to my work—he did ask about the morphospace project, but I had to answer honestly that it was in the same place as it had been when I’d last emailed with him. That was a quick way to kill that conversation. I can truly say that, right now, I hate science, and the mere talk of it makes a sickening feeling spread through my interior.
Eventually I ran out of things to talk about and things to show him around campus, so I brought him back to the lab at around eleven and sat him down in the library to get on with his own work. Again, I feel like a douchebag for having asked him for help and then not having anything to really talk with him about—but what can you do. It’s just another indication that these things are not meant to work out for me.
“Did” a few more slide species checks, in which it became increasingly clear that I need help in identifying these species. For the first few species I knew pretty well what I was looking for, but for the last two in particular the species descriptions in the taxonomic literature just weren’t clear enough for me. This is where I would want my advisor to sit down next to me and help me, but of course, Andy isn’t a radiolarian specialist, and would be just as lost. So, what next? Emailing pictures to Dave, asking him whether I’ve got the IDs right? Traveling to Berlin? It certainly dealt yet another blow to my confidence.
The rest of the day was pretty well wasted away with various Heroen babysitting activities, sitting through his rather long (90 minute) talk, going to coffee with him, and now going to dinner with him and Erik and Andy. It should be fun, yay, an opportunity to network and a free meal—but I am so sick of the whole scientific endeavor at this point that I can barely imagine anything worse at this point than being forced to sit around a dinner table and talk enthusiastically about science and how great it is for two hours.
On a slightly positive note, did a few minutes worth of googling about digital educational publishing at one point, daydreaming about fulfilling work in a startup company, and found this rather neat looking outfit. Of course they are based on the wrong coast, but nice to think there are some fun places one could conceivably work after this torture is over.