Graduate Student Power Tripping After First Nature Publication
After receiving word earlier this morning that the draft of his manuscript submitted to Nature Chemistry was “accepted with minor revisions,” Scripps Research Institute graduate student Caleb Miller has reportedly lapsed into a state of megalomaniacal power tripping. “I got… accepted… in Nature…” sources report Miller stating, initially with slight trepidation and disbelief. “I got into Nature,” he repeated emphatically.
Since initially learning of the success of his latest publication, Miller’s over inflated sense of self worth and rapidly ballooning ego have made working with him nearly impossible. “He’s become insufferable,” stated Sarah Ferguson, a first year graduate student. “I get that being published in Nature is a big deal, but Christ, maybe he could turn it down from eleven?”
“He actually — and I shit you not — demanded that we all refer to him as ‘your highness.’ Who does that?” Ferguson added.
Reports indicate that Miller then attempted to start a chant of his own name in the lab. “MILLER! MILLER! MILLER!” he chanted while loudly and rhythmically clapping his hands, eventually trailing off as lab members looked on with incredulity. “What does he think this is, a football game? added Steven Jackson, PhD., one of the lab’s post-docs. “I’m first author on two Nature papers and one in Science,” he added with slight indignation.
As of press time, Miller had constructed a crown from Parafilm, borosilicate transfer pipettes, and a large crystallization dish, and had re-purposed a large column for use as a scepter.
You really need to be reading C&EN Onion.
Super good news; from Nature, it looks like we’ll be in an El Niño this winter!
Why is this good? Per Wikipedia, “During an El Niño, snowfall is greater than average across the southern Rockies and Sierra Nevada mountain range, and is well-below normal across the Upper Midwest and Great Lakes states.”
Wow, it’s been more than two months since he was supposed to run that marathon? Do you think he lived?
I’m alive, but I didn’t run that marathon. But I did do another one! The Shiprock Marathon.
The Thursday before the marathon, I messed up my achilles. Then I spent about 4 hours talking myself out of just running it anyway. So I signed up for one about 6 weeks later. Gave myself 2-3 weeks for it to recover, then did a little bit more training. I was definitely much more ready for the first one, but oh well. I finished! Time wasn’t awesome, mostly walked the last 6 miles, but I did it.
Overall it was downhill, and while it was still at about a mile elevation, it’s lower than I’m used to. My Achilles acted up very rarely. When I felt it at all I just knocked down my pace for a few minutes and I was fine.
Shiprock was a cool area, there’s the Shiprock itself (see selfie on right), which has a fun background. When white people came through, we thought it looked like a ship, and named it as such. However, the Navajo people had already named it the “rock with wings”. Hopefully I’m not messing these stories up too much, they explained it while I was eating my carb-loading pasta dinner.
There’s two reasons: 1) during a great battle, wounded Navajo went to this rock and it flew away carried them away to safety. (That’s the one on Wikipedia.) 2) Father Sky and Mother Earth got into a fight, and Father Earth sent down a giant eagle, and the Shiprock is the tailfeathers sticking out of the ground. There are some other feather bits sticking out too.
Four Corners is pretty close too, so I went and did that. Driving back that day was a little rough, lots of snacks and energy drinks were required. You can also see that I got a lot of steps on my pedometer.
I’m still not in love with this running thing, but I think I’ll keep it up.