As many of you know, one of my jobs has me teaching Biotechnology at one of Adelaide’s three universities. It involves one three hour lecture and two five hour practicals every week. We’re about two-thirds of the way into term, so I’m starting to run out of gas a bit. After a long day of [...]
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Z’s Music, er, Wednesday: Sell the kids for food
And I forget
Just what it takes
And yet I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
Its hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind…
In the summer of 1991, I was 19 and living in Tallahassee in a vermin infested house in the shadow of the Florida state capital. I was working at a local chain bookstore, making [...]
In cold dark places, I dream of Spring
What a difference a day makes, or insert your favorite random cliche regarding the fickleness (fickility?) of time here. After spending the earlier part of this week in the peaceful bliss of fatherhood and idle days of the University break, I was barraged Tuesday afternoon with a slew of frantic e-mail from Job Number 2. [...]
All that you suffer is all that you are
For the last decade or so, and up until the last couple of months, my work in science has been in academia’s ivory towers. Working as an academic, particularly as a student or post-doc with little responsibility for bringing in grant money, allows for a lot of high minded philosophizing (hence the Ph), grand rhetoric [...]
This Week On The (Dr.) O’C: The “L” Word
You’ve got to love happy endings. In what could be Dr. O’C’s final post here on A Free Man, we get just that…
At some point my attitude to motherhood started to improve. I don’t know when that happened, but it did. I am a better mum than I thought I would be. For the [...]
Well child, are your lessons done?
I. Am. Tired.
The two job situation in which I find myself has ramped up to the point that I actually have to do two proper jobs. Properly. I spent nearly eight hours teaching yesterday and while my acquantainances who are real teachers may snort derisively, that’s a lot of teaching for a slack university lecturer. [...]
We come from the land of the ice and snow
Dr. O’C is the latest member of A Free Man’s household to crack the job market. After what will be nearly a year in the purgatory of stay-at-home motherhood (she would quite possibly use a different word), Dr. O’C will re-join the ranks of the gainfully employed next month. This is the latest in a string [...]
This Week on the (Dr) O’C: Knocked Up
The normally reserved Dr. O’C speaks. This week, pregnancy…
So I am pregnant. Without wanting to be. I spend the next two weeks traveling around the U.S. for work. I get back on a Wednesday, am expected in London for a meeting first thing Thursday, get out of bed, throw up, miss the train, go back to bed and spend [...]
Who was that masked man?
Not thinking things through is sort of the story of my life. I prefer to call it charmingly impulsive, others (the glass half-empty gang) call it recklessly impetuous. Either way, I’m here today with all limbs intact, so who are you going to side with?
When I was setting this blog up, my friend Nichole was [...]
In the long run
The whole two job things is great, in theory. That was, until I walked out of the house yesterday morning. He followed me to the door with an expression of hopeful confusion and just wrecked me for the morning.
Working two jobs with a long commute, there will likely be days that I go to work before [...]
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