#Doctoral studies

[rikaklassen]

New PhD position linked to sign language and/or multilingualism in deaf and hard-of-hearing available at Stockholm University.

[thedaveandkimmershow]

When January officially started, we were flying high above the Labrador Sea, the one right there above the North Atlantic Ocean. We were flying somewhere south of Greenland, three hours behind Greenwich Mean Time, as December 31, 2023 became January 1, 2024. 

Earlier, when we boarded and took our seats, I asked one of the stewards if there was a way to know when New Year’s would arrive on the plane.

He said “Yes there is… but it involves math.”

Oh good grief.

Fortunately there was WiFi on board and I managed to figure it out.

After that, we were on a fully immersive and meaningful visit with my family in Holland through Sunday, January 7th.

The way it felt is as if we jumped into 2024 midstream.

“Midstream” with a touch of jet lag that hung on for a week, week-and-a-half.

“Midstream” where, after the 7th, I mean the very next day, I immediately returned to all the different places I work including my personal edit suite.

“Midstream” where Kimmer continued her doctoral studies during our trip and every day after, a relentless exercise of writing writing writing after reading reading reading on top of lectures, tests, and class discussion.

Oh yeah. And then Kimmer's full-time job. 

My uncle, aunt, and their two kids (my cousins who are, in fact, no longer “kids”), took off from Amsterdam mid-month and we've been following their grand adventure to and across Indonesia in an app called Polarsteps ever since with about a week, week-and-a-half to go. A ton of photographs, a map tracking their progress, and the occasional post updating their experiences.🙂

This is also, legitimately, the beginning of the year and we're considering any and all things that need to be done differently. Or even… things that need to be done. Mostly those considerations have to do with businesses, receipts, and accounting. You know. The super fun stuff. 🤣🤣🤣

I'm also seeing us wanting to be more intentional in our relationships including (and especially) the ones five thousand miles away and the ones temporarily adventuring eight thousand four hundred miles away. Largely because the experiences we had with the people closest to us at the top of the month (even as they live far away) created a lot of continuing memories.

Continuing memories?

Yeah.

Like imagining what happens next. Like thinking about what would be great if it happened next.

Continuing memories.

Here's something new, though. 

We are now a family of four.

Four?

Yes. Now remember, we're empty-nesters so by definition we’re a family of two. Add a cat (Dinker)...

Now we've got a family of three.

Our fourth comes to us from a dear friend who's heading off to New York either to live at a friend's place while she's away a few months… or to be there be there.

No idea what's gonna happen.

So as of Monday afternoon, 2:30pm, we're a family of four in which cat number 1 (Dinker) and cat number two (Quarter Note) are aware of each other…

But they’ve not laid eyes on each other.

It's part of a routine we’re following from a YouTube channel to manage a good meeting and outcome between the two cats rather than let ‘em loose in the same room and hope for the best.

So far, Quarter Note’s spent a solid twenty-four hours under the protection of the family room couch, only venturing out from its safety for food, water, and bathroom breaks. When no one, of course, is around.

Over the last hour, though, Quarter Note's been sending mixed signals, coming out to rub up against my legs, enjoying his sides being stroked or his head.

And then low-key hissing.

Don't know what to tell you. There's no claws out. No arching back or incredibly puffy tail…

And then he's enjoying strokes and rubbing up against my legs.

At one point he considers jumping onto the couch. He's got his front paws on the edge… but decides against it, opting instead for wandering back and forth while letting his tail stroke against the bottoms of my extended legs.

Cats are weird.

Right now he's under the couch again. But every so often pokes his head out to look at me for a moment before pulling back underneath.

So that's happening.

Finally, I read an article in the New York Times that captured perfectly these weeks following Christmas. The article’s called “The Joy and Sorrow of Streaming”. Written by Melissa Kirsch, Desiree Ibekwe, and Melissa Clark, it starts like this:

“The year continues to get its bearings, to establish itself. Right now, it’s still a collection of post-holiday weeks, getting-going weeks, weeks for planning the year to come. An on-ramp where we get up to speed. Soon we’ll be properly in the flow of traffic, soon we’ll really be on our way.”

Of course being on an international flight leaving the States December 31 of 2023 and arriving in Europe January 1 of the New Year, 2024…

Definitely feels like we're already on our way.

We’ll see how this plays out.

In the meantime…

Onward!

☺️

[engineeringpu]

PhD Program at Plaksha University

Plaksha University's invites applicants for its PhD program, puts emphasis on grand challenges including health, agriculture, water security, etc. the program.

[junotter]

in-between moments

[rosenkranz-does-things]

She had been hospitalised because an official said they wanted to take [Palamedes'] bones away and said that they would not serve in a cell where a necromancer`s minion was allowed to carry " wizard bones'' around. I was there when they tried to forcibly take the bones away and they were forced to shock her.

[heyitsspaceace]

doctor who companion idea. person who is literally any humanities major.

sick and tired of the doctor always choosing where to go, give me a classics major who is like “i have a thesis on this werid niche greco-roman practice due soon can we go check it out?”

give me a archeology major who wants to go see the things uncovered at their dig sites before they fell into ruin

give me a drama studies major who asks to go see lost forms of historical theater and performance

tell me the doctor wouldn’t love that, because you know they would. they would adore that.

[lonelyzarquon]

DOCTOR WHO | Time Heist

[suolane]

the newest and brightest doccy who 💙

[irishyuri]

thank you mitski for writing star about them

[her-soliloquies]

Wilson having no idea what furniture to buy

+

Bonus: Wilson knowing exactly what furniture to buy

[arithmonym]

i feel like we, as a fandom, gloss over the scene where palamedes brings “dulcinea” tea.

he knows the real dulcie dislikes it when people bring her tea!!! he’s judging cytherea’s response! he’s starting to figure things out before abigail and magnus are even killed!

an excerpt from dulcie’s letter in the mysterious study of doctor sex (which everyone should read, by the way):

in conclusion: WHAT A MAN

[veveisveryuncool]

new copy ability: burnt out AP student kirby

[thegeekcloud]

So tumblr has a very specific set of fandoms. So

Which fandom will win?

[repuffinery]

“See those distals? They always get more coats, because they’re fragile. What else do you notice about them?” The Warden loved to teach. Always did. I was an early experiment. I took the flashlight and braced myself against him so that I could lean down without touching the desk: He held my shoulders so that I could examine the distal fingertips.

The Mysterious Study of Doctor Sex, Tamsyn Muir

my babies. my friends. my future parents. living in my mind rent free

[mooseglue]

The episode that started it all …

Don’t mind me just can’t get over these two

[mannka]

So I finished watching the season with Rose