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So I have a web log now

I have a web log now. I'm now That Guy With A Blog. I'm approaching this whole thing with much trepidation for a couple reasons. First, I hate the word "blog." What a dumb word. Is it really that hard to say "web log"? Who was sitting around and decided, "dang, man, I'm tired of staying 2 whole words for this thing. I don't got time for saying 2 words. Time to shorten things up a bit." Some words just grate. So I'll try to refer to this as a web log so I don't hate myself in the morning. But I have a feeling that running a web log will cause me to lower my standards, much in the way that having a kid makes you able to deal with snot and poop in ways you never imagined.

The other problem I have is a fear of digital commitment. I'm starting this whole thing because I'm starting a brand new phase of my life. After living in Berkeley for 7 years, starting a family, earning two degrees and meeting some of the best people in the world, it's now time to move on and start over again. I'm starting an National Science Foundation Astronomy and Astrophysics Postdoctoral Fellowship (or "blog" for short) at the Institute for Astronomy at the University of Hawaii. If I have as many responsibilities as words in my title, then I'm gonna be pretty busy over the next three years.

So yeah, commitment. I can't promise regular postings. I'll try to hop on here when I can and update what's going on in my life, which includes:
  1. Being married (Erin will hopefully contribute from time to time. Right?)
  2. Raising a 2-year-old boy, Owen (aka The Boy)
  3. Living in a totally new and different place (Honolulu)
  4. Being an independent scientist in the world of professional astrophysics

Comments

Karin said…
All my hopes and dreams have finally come true! :-) This is the best idea ever!
Anonymous said…
I am so like totally awed. Thanks for clearing up the "mahalo" confusion. I'd always thought it meant "or else you're in deep doodoo with the Homeland Security Department," as in "Kindly obey all instructions from any member of the flight crew; MAHALO."

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