Postdoc Problems

Here I talk a bit less about science, and more about my struggles within it.


I have to keep going, as there are always people on my track. I have to publish my present work as rapidly as possible in order to keep in the race

Trying to publish is the worst

Lobster is as much a part of the New England personality as is the hating on all things New York City

We’re basically winning at Boston. And I plug my poster.

For Boston, for Boston

I’ve been chosen to act as a blogger for ENDO 2016. Bring it on Boston!

How do you get a Fellowship?

Sad face.

Talk Less, Smile More

I attended a Shut Up and Write! workshop, giving me a chance to relive the old days, scribbling nonsense gibberish whilst attempting to write like a grown up.

Sometimes you can do things for others that you can’t do for yourself

After signing up to DiabetesPro I talk about the relevance of social media in promoting your science. Or more, specifically how much of a terrible friend I am.

Women are from Earth, men are from Earth; deal with it!

As a straight, cis, white male I am afforded a huge about of privilege, and obviously I know nothing about it and take advantage of it daily. I also mention Nazis.

So long, and thanks for all the fish

Summing up the ENDO 2015 conference, with particular reference to all the free swag I got.

Fortune favors the prepared mind

I have been chosen to act as an official blogger for ENDO 2015, the Endocrine Society’s annual meeting, here in San Diego. This post discusses my plans, my poster and the rule of three.

Don’t leave out the melody of your science

I watched Alan Alda give a presentation about science communication. He may have been mean about PowerPoint but I really enjoyed it. Also, people are jerks.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple

Writing, writing and more writing. It’s tricky really.

I hate judgemental people. They’re so mean…and fat

I got to act as a reviewer on a paper, and I acted completely appropriately. It was not a good paper.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose

I talk about my holiday, and how unbearable I can be.

The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine

So, Postdoc are leaving science, and people get angry about it. But do nothing to help.

Locals, locals, all standing still

I talk about my first year in San Diego, and how far I’ve come since started my PhD in 2009.

Every job, relationship, home…it’s your responsibility to love it, or change it

Penis or papers? Which one turns you into a PI faster?