I am a freelance Network/Systems Designer. I was contacted by a statistics lab at a university I attended. They asked if I could make time for an interview.

They wanted to build a moderately sized cluster for the department’s faculty/grad students. We did a phone interview, and man, they talked the talk. They wanted a Beowulf, they had bought a bulk order of 100 systems, and they had all the networking equipment. This sounded excellent, so I flew out about a week later to assemble everything.

We sat down in a conference and everyone seemed to know exactly what they wanted. Before signing the contract I asked to see the purchased equipment.

I’m so glad I did.

Me: Hm. We have a bit of a problem.

Client: Anything you need, we can fix. We have some remaining room in the budget.

Me: Alright, here’s the issue, there are three completely different sets of computers here. We have Sun SPARC systems, Mac PPC systems, and surprisingly new Dell systems. We can only use one of those sets, unless you return the whole lot and we start over.

Client: What?! Why?! You told us this would be easy!

Me: If you can’t return it, that’s fine. We have the dells that we can use, you just wont get all 100 into the cluster. If you want to add more, then as you’re able, you can buy new nodes. I can teach a faculty member or someone from IT to—

Client: Wait, wait. I think I have a solution. So we can’t use the Dells, Suns, and Macs together right?

Me: Yes because the proc—

Client: We can get someone in here to paint Dell on all of them. Problem solved!

I hadn’t touched my bullet journal in about a week and a half, so I figured I’d show it some love!

This is all the things I accomplished in 2015. This will serve as a reminder of how capable I am of reaching my goals, even during those times of discouragement.

What were your accomplishments this past year?

CEO!Ashton would walk around his building, ensuring that everyone was working hard, sometimes firing people on the spot if they weren’t paying attention or if they weren’t performing to the Irwin & Co. standards. You were new to the office and since you had only just come from grad school, the money being offered was almost too good to be true. So every time Mr Irwin strolled around your floor, checking in to make sure sales were still high and to give the general manager a stern talking to, you would always work your hardest and make the best calls and so would produce an incredible track record, not once being called to the office. So a few months later, when you voluntarily knocked on Mr Irwin’s door to ask for a half day the following week due to a close relative’s funeral, you were appalled that he didn’t allow you to have the day off. Instead, you were made to work overtime that day while he would be away at a fellow businessman’s memorial service. CEO Ashton would get a shock once there to realise that his status meant nothing to the grieving family who were looking for the deceased’s daughter, unaware that it was the ‘big shot’ who you’d praised and had turned up to the service, who made her wait behind and work on the day of her own father’s funeral.

Neonate blacktip shark (Carcharhinus limbatus)

This is the first neonate blacktip we caught for our research, and she was also our smallest shark. She measured under 60 centimeters for total length and only weighed about half a kilogram. Her umbilical scar was completely open, indicating that her birth occurred within the last two weeks.

After taking measurements and collecting blood and muscle tissue samples, she was released back into the sound.



I took these pictures a week and a half ago and forgot to post them…oops. But here they are now! I was really pleased with this bullet journal spread, as well as my actual productivity that week. I also got the results of my comprehensive exam back (which I had to pass to get my M.A. in December), and I passed with great distinction! I was talking to the director of the graduate program the other night at the university debate watch party, and she said she couldn’t remember anyone ever getting that distinction before. :) :) :) :) 

Here is the truth: I am extremely anxious around LGBT spaces. I don’t have any particularly horrible anecdotes to back up my fear–the worst thing that has ever happened is that I went to the grad LGBT club at my school and it turned out to basically be an excuse for gay men to go husband-shopping, so I stood awkwardly in the corner and was mostly ignored for the entire evening. But the fact remains: I am afraid of entering LGBT spaces, because I am afraid that I will walk through the door and someone will scream, “IMPOSTER!”

A few weeks ago, I had lunch with a new postdoc, and over the course of a half-hour conversation, we began doing the “Queer? Queer?” tiptoeing dance around each other. He oh-so-casually mentioned his (male) fiance, and I mentioned my girlfriend with all the subtlety of a brick through a window. We had a bonding moment, which was pretty quickly shattered when he asked me a question about being a lesbian. I froze. “I, uh, I’m, um, a bit more of the, uh, b-bi…ish…persuasion,” I stammered. He apologized for assuming, and I felt awful, because I had lied. Okay, yes, I’m biromantic (ish), but I’m asexual, and now here he was thinking that I was bisexual, and, oh my god, Queenie, you are the worst, the absolute worst, the number one worst in the entire universe.

Obviously, I am probably not the number one worst in the entire universe, but the above anecdote probably demonstrates how incredibly careful I try to be with my language. There’s no logical reason for me to feel like an imposter. I’ve known I was attracted to girls since I was 15, and I started IDing as bi when I was 16. I’m currently in a same-gender relationship. I may be asexual, but I’m in the group of asexuals who most people agree are unconditionally queer.

But, on the other hand, I grew up in a context where bisexual kids weren’t allowed in the GSA except as “straight allies.” I was told that bisexual women were faking it for attention. I was told that bisexual Latinas were just nymphomaniacs. I’m still told that asexual people don’t belong in LGBT spaces, that we’re taking resources away from people who really need them. I’m told that I don’t belong, because I’ve never been disowned by my family or threatened with violence because of my sexuality (which goes to show how little these people know about me). I’m told that if I am to be allowed in, it’s because I’m biromantic, not because I’m asexual, and I have to prioritize my biromanticism over my asexuality to be accepted. I may be neurotic about LGBT spaces, but I’m neurotic for a reason.

anonymous asked:

What are Jon and tish up to these days?


Oh, doing well. My only complaint is that I’d like more of his time and attention. Between Panoptic and the hood and training, he ends up working sixty to eighty hour weeks. Grad school doesn’t exactly leave me lounging in endless free time either.

“Yeah, Arrowing will kind of eat your life,” Mrs. Queen once told us. “There was a year when Oliver and I missed Valentine’s Day and both our birthdays because we were so busy chasing Damien Darhk.”

We’d all had enough wine by that point that Mr. Queen felt comfortable giving us a little half-smile and saying, “We made up for it later.”

Jon grimaced at him. “Dad.”

In reply, innocent surprise. “Dinner at the Pavillon.” Because what else might he have meant?

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@venivincere you will need:

1. A lazy attitude to cooking
2. A large pot, dubiously clean
3. Brown rice and green lentils boiled in roughly equal proportions until forgotten about and barely saved from burning
4. A can of coconut milk, dusty from the back of the cabinet, possibly about to expire
5. Three dessicated habaneros, a forgotten half onion, the lone red pepper left over from last week, three peeled tomatoes you keep meaning to use and however much garlic is not too much garlic. Add one stray mushroom from the bottom of the fridge.
6. Coconut oil to fry vegetables because you forgot to replace the olive oil you ran out of
7. An inability to estimate portions, resulting in a huge amount of stew when you add rice and lentils to vegetable mix
8. A disastrous spill of turmeric, slightly too much cumin, coriander to mitigate previous mistake, chili powder for added masochism and a squeeze of lemon to avoid scurvy.
9. A sink full of dishes from which to fish a bowl.

So last week I didn’t go to community band because I fell asleep after dinner. I remembered when I woke up. But no one had called, texted, or emailed me to ask why I wasn’t there.
I saw the second chair player at a grad party the other day and he asked where I was. I explained and expressed my confusion as to why I hadn’t been contacted, especially when I had seen the first chair player at the movies the day before and said “see you at band” to him the day of.
Turns out that about half an hour into rehearsal, second chair asked where I was, first chair said I had probably just forgotten, and they both shrugged it off.
Trombones really care, guys.

Let me just tell you about this week. We got the keys to our home on Monday. Painting a whole home is not for the faint of heart. Over two days, we went to Lowe’s four times. Our landlord hired a contractor to refinish the wood floors, and he fell through our living room floor…. so we haven’t been able to get into the house since they are gutting and replacing the whole thing. Everything else is half painted, nothing is moved in, and my new life as a grad student, admissions counselor, and campus representative begins Monday. Tonight I’m going to an event where I will meet all my professors and a lot of the students in the program with me as we celebrate those who have graduated and are moving into the transition of finding and beginning their new jobs as certified counselors. Charles got a job as an ER technician at the same hospital where he’s been working the past few months. He’ll be getting phlebotomy certified soon, and start working night shifts which means he will literally become a vampire–only coming out in the cloak of night to take peoples blood. Except he will be helping people’s lives rather than taking them haha. His med school application is 100% submitted as of a few weeks ago and we’re just waiting to hear whether he’ll get an interview. And lastly, money is dumb. I hate it. I don’t know how I’m going to afford school even after the 50% scholarship. I don’t think I’m even qualified for a private loan not to mention that I have enough debt as it is. The school recommends fund raising, and I just… I don’t know how I feel about that or how to even go about it. I don’t understand why weddings cost so much money. Even with a conscious effort to spend the minimum amount, it is still too much. We want to go to the court house. Not really, but really. The money just literally is not there. God, help us. 

I hope you all are well. Taking this break from the q+a has been so refreshing. I have no update on when I’ll answer questions again. I’m just going to mind my own business for now, and keep letting life hit me like a freight train as I go through the most intense season of my life thus far. I don’t mean that to be dramatic, because I’m not hating it. I’m thankful for the acceleration of life right now because I feel like I’ve been on cruise control in a 30 zone for the past year. So, that’s where I am this week. 


Welp, I just submitted my application to grad school. The deadline is tomorrow and I decided to apply eleven days ago so it’s been a busy week and a half. Never thought I’d want to attend more school, but career paths are strange things sometimes.

Day 8 - 10.10.16

Today was a day of small productivity and disappointment.

I did everything on my to-do list, including emails, stats homework, and grading. I also went to my class and held office hours.

But I was in a funk because: 

A) I still don’t know if I have funding next semester. One of my emails was to our grad chair asking about it. I’m not worried just yet, as I didn’t have funding this semester until about 2 weeks before orientation, and the students not under contract said they don’t usually hear until the end of November/beginning of December. I’m just pissed I don’t get the peace of mind, especially because I’ve been fawned over by half the faculty, staff, and students, and the grad director is “delighted” I’m in the program.

(I mention this in part to vent but also to let other grads/prospects know that this can be a reality of grad school, especially in disciplines that don’t assign students to labs. As of now, I still think I made the right decision to come here, but it does really suck.)

B) I didn’t get the research position. It was a long-shot, as first-years never get those opportunities, but I still wanted it.

So I forwent productivity for most of the rest of the day. But I’m not behind, and I managed to pin down my advisory committee meeting to a time and place, and I don’t feel unremitting anxiety, so I’ll call that a win.