The post which until recently occupied this space has moved here, (via Clapham Junction and Crewe, replacement bus service weekends) where it really belongs. I’d meant to put it there to begin with, but for some reason Google Blogger doesn’t play nice with the iPhone, but NN does.
Ian and Kristi’s comments now refer to the post in another place – apologies for any inconvenience caused to your journey.
Harry Potter and the Bora of Zivkovic
If that isn’t an anatomy eponym for the suprachiasmatic nucleus, it should be.
The zonules of Zinn is my favourite.
Sorry about the journey, again, Henry
In my case, it is spelled: SuperCharismatic Nucleus"
I am sitting on the train home – and, having to do this five days a week, am seriously considering buying a small car. This would save about two hours every day, but would cost three times as much money and a piece of my conscience…
p.s. I meant to leave this comment there, but leaving comments from an iPhone seems an issue too..
p.s. I meant to leave this comment there, but leaving comments from an iPhone seems an issue too
I know. It’s enough to drive one
to drinkback to Nature Network full-time, even without MC5 or myc or whatever it’s called.Of course it would be nice to have you back here full-time, drunk or not :)
But what would I do with the mix of chicken husbandry and right-wing politics I enjoy in the other place?
I like the chicken husbandry ;)
I’m just going to have a contained mini-explosion “sitting on the train home”. Tell me about it. Say no more. (I had better not.) But my sympathies to the fellow sufferers of this utter purgatory, London-style. Sheer torture.
One of my trains home last week was delayed because the previous train ran over some unfortunate soul. Result – 5:17 train delayed to 5:47, then until 6:05 following the cancellation of the 6:00. One train, two loads of passengers, and a roundabout route home via the wrong line and two change-of-direction junctions.
Sigh.
At least we haven’t had a strike recently *knocks on something possibly wooden.
I find MDF is luckier.
@Maxine – why, then, do we put up with it? Because our employers still haven’t got out of the habit of thinking of the days, now far off, when people had to go where the pieces of paper were. But that was then. Why, I ask, do we travel, at great expense and inconvenience, from one place where we sit in front of a terminal, to another place where we do the same thing? Why?
It’s enough to drive one to drink back to Nature Network full-time, even without MC5 or myc or whatever it’s called.
I find MDF is luckier.
That’s what it was – MDF. Now I know.
I often feel guilty about my 20-30 minute drive to and from work each day, but a commute on crowded and inefficient public transport would make me feel horrible for different reasons. I still haven’t tried the bus option to get to work, as it would take a minimum of 1.5 hours each way. That’s pretty much a deal-breaker, I’ve decided. At least I have a choice, and parking fees at the university are minimal. As I’m currently teaching in gross anatomy lab four days each week, and doing lab work on the fifth weekday and weekends, I’ve no choice but to commute. Whenever I can work at home, however, I do so, and for tasks such as writing and reading journal articles, it’s much more efficient. I have a better interwebz connection at home.
Perhaps the poor person who insisted on hiking across a busy train bridge during rush hour should have been carrying some MDF, then. Me, I drove to work today, and no, I don’t feel guilty about it at all.