Some days, it feels like the universe is maybe teasing me. The day, I mean THE DAY after I wax poetic about wanting to write about space (and rocks, and bugs, and birds--I was thinking it, even if I didn't say it), McSweeney's Internet Tendency posts a contest for new columnists.
Now, I don't know if questionable science essays from a total backseat science nerd are what they are looking for, but I spent most of the bus ride brainstorming column ideas. I came up with 20 off the top of my head. I will be spending the rest of the week (that isn't spent studying for my astronomy final) on a column draft and titles. David Quammen's collected essays from his Outside magazine pieces is some of the consistently funniest AND smart biology (and botany) writing I've read, and a huge inspiration. Suggestions for a title are welcome.
I was also able to finish up the draft of my print piece and send it off to my editor--all after an 8 hour day, and a chapter on the recycling of galactic gas through stars to nebulas and supernovas back to stars (and, ok fine, one episode of the Office UK on Hulu.com). I am officially beat.
Still no word from my former advisor. Trying not to read anything into that, so that my sleep can be easy. Novenas and crossed fingers are all welcome.
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