unfinished stuff
This Be The Verse, the grad school version (there has to be a name for a technique where you imply that you could say "grants out-churn" but say "churned out grants," thereby making your poem kind of rhyme and at the same time not say ridiculous things like "out-churn." One possible candidate is "laziness"):
(unfinished, but posted to FB nonetheless)
This one I'm actually kinda proud of:
The paper in question is still, of course, unfinished.
wrote the academic version of This Be The Verse (cf. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178055 )
Your supervisors fuck you up
They may not mean to, but they do
They give you problems they screwed up
And add some extra, just for you
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats
Who half the time churned out grants
And half were at each other's throats
Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as early as you can
And don't take advisees yourself
(unfinished, but posted to FB nonetheless)
This one I'm actually kinda proud of:
Science does not always proceed in a linear fashion. One necessarily sometimes pursues research programs that turn out to have been futile, tries to develop ideas that turn out to have been confused, and tests out hypotheses that turn out to be false. It is in this spirit that I report to you that the hypothesis that a _Firefly_ marathon would lead to progress on the paper I'm working on has been empirically tested and rejected.
The paper in question is still, of course, unfinished.
