Right now, if anyone tried to sell me a finished dissertation I could hand in, I'd be there like a shot. They could have a kidney, my firstborn, whatever. WHY WON'T THIS STUPID THING FINISH ITSELF?
Jars, FWIW, I felt like this often, even when it was almost done. I talked a lot about quitting and my friends thought I was insane because "it's almost done" and "you put so much time into it"--aaargh. They just didn't get what a huge thing it was. It wasn't for nothing that I sent out birth announcements after my defense.
Good luck, Laura! I hope it works out for you.
Say, Aimeé. Here's some info on a study that might be relevant to your paper: [link]
By some calculations, children given the usual schedule of vaccines containing thimerosal receive ethylmercury in doses exceeding the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency's guidelines for methylmercury, a known neurotoxicant. Because of the lack of pharmacokinetic and toxicity data for ethylmercury, methylmercury has been used as a reference for ethylmercury toxicity based on the assumption that the two compounds share similar toxicokinetic profiles. However, a new animal study shows that methylmercury is an inadequate reference for ethylmercury due to significant differences in tissue distribution, clearance rates, and ratios of organic to inorganic mercury in the brain.
The link between thimerosal and autism
I would swear I heard a news report about that over the weekend.
edit: there was also a report about the risk of autism with children of older dads. Older defined as late 50s and later.
Happy Porny Birthday Trudy!!
Happy Fifth Birthday Kara!!
In Today's Kitty News: my newly-adopted Old Kitty is now named Gracie, and it turns out she has plenty of guts. She has braved the wide open spaces of the house that lie beyond her safe place here in the study, done a little exploring, and told the other cats what she thinks of them. They are largely unmoved by her display of temper and things are peaceful. She now feels good enough to have resumed grooming, and the gross areas on her pretty fur coat are becoming ever smaller. Dadcat Dave and I are feeling quite pleased with ourselves.
Edit: If I get to teach a class at Buffista Camp, I think it will be Cat Repair. Or maybe, how to cram more books than you ever thought possible into a limited space.
Teaching a Buffista class...I love all the camps posted - I would love to sign up for most of them. But for me to teach? Gosh...I don't think I have anything to contribute other than running around like a chicken with his head cut off and then crashing into a heap.
Why did my mother feel the need to A) go into my haircuts photo album on Yahoo and B) email me to critique my latest haircut? She complimented me on the haircut I got in May, but she doesn't like the new one, or when I clip it up on one side, or when I part it on the right.
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Wait, Sean is working on a TV show? Which one? Cool!
Oh, I'm not out of the loop; it was in Beep Me.
Happy Birthday, Trudy!!
Happy Birthday, Kara!!
So glad Gracie is doing well, thanks to her wonderful rescuers.
