Where did you get this picture of me reading ASIO data

being unblessed with your skills of being coherent and calm in the face of massive levels of nonsense, I have chosen a path of just yelling instead (much less constructive I fear)

Just saw that the link fell off that post, here's the full article:

Thanks for sharing this. I have been (typically slowly) chipping away on something on historical knowledge produced by non-walking bodies, and this piece was refreshing in that it didn't lapse into the common walking-fetishism that does a real number on my blood pressure

This mad eme cry in a very good way Liz, thank you and your comrades for sharing so beautifully. Also even as much as I couldn't hang in there, I am glad you are still sticking it to them 💕

I fully endorse this approach, for whatever that's worth

Coordinating the fountain pen to the drink is absolute next level class ❤️

A+ reference

Oh man, too real. If I look too deeply into the comparison of lapsed Catholicism / lapsed academia, my soul will truly implode

In job interviews I have also described myself as a "travelling salesman for qualitative research" which is only 20% tongue-in-cheek

In fancier contexts I use "independent scholar" as it's consistent with what journals want you to use as your affiliation, but I have been semi-jokingly using "recovering historian" in daily life

Solidarity, and I wholly agree -- it's been truly fascinating and very instructive to observe how people respond when they hear about my parents. The topic becomes a mirror where you see what behaviour people are prepared to accept, and how they define what's "normal".

This rules Liz! One I will absolute come back to

Yes, we are lucky to have small strange friends! Even regularly getting the shit scared out of me by a random tawny frogmouth who likes to hang out near my bins is a form of delight

Recent experience of an extremely loud flock of black cockatoos deciding in unison to interrupt a funeral; universally experienced by attendees as a heartening moment. Birds are little comrades even when screechy

The devil on my shoulder usually agrees! I think I'm probably tedious enough as it is though :)

Why prevent, or why mention? Tbh I think part of my brain is constantly scanning life for connection to my boy Tony*, but trying to practice not derailing unrelated conversations with non-academics

*I can only assume he is haunting me for calling him this