With apologies to Lewis Carroll, who is spinning in his grave. ‘Twas grad school, and the slithy gels did gyre and gimble on the bench All mimsy was the PCR In front of this lab wench. “Beware the Dissertation!” they cried “The data that sucks, the committees that catch Beware the late night hours and […]

From Childhood. Eenie meenie miiney moe Catch your advisor by their toe If they agree to submit your manuscript, let them go eenie meenie miiney moe

This poem saw its first incarnation on Twitter, the best place in which to write the short and sweet. But it’s now gone through several phases as it lingers in the twilight of my brain: Poem of the Day #2: Hemoglobin is red, Western blot bands are grey, my data is SWEET, perhaps I’ll graduate […]

Sci wrote haikus for a while. She found them relaxing. And this gave her a small, evil little idea: daily poems. Poems of SCIENCE. And grad school. Perhaps mostly grad school because it’s more of a tragicomedy. Why write poetry? After all, it will never be the kind that shows you the dark recesses of […]