The hardheaded art of academic failure

I’m excited to be meeting Jack Halberstam tomorrow for a masterclass titled ‘Wild Thoughts’. Jack’s book ‘The Queer Art of Failure’ was a lifejacket for me when I was drowning in the waters of my unwritten thesis. I wrote a

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The perfect scholar

A short essay on scholarship, adapted from the epilogue of my thesis, was just published in paradigm_shift. It starts off describing the first ‘peer review’ I received: The first paper I ever submitted received a review that read: “This [paper]

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Meet Joni EVa: the electric Kombi

We started converting her about a year ago after encouragement from a neighbour, who has laboured almost as many weekends and evenings as me, my partner and his dad on wiring, bolting and cursing her new electronics into action. Maia

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Job applications, transparency and equity

I’ve been thinking about recruitment a bit lately. How it’s so opaque and obscure and difficult. Those of us on perpetually expiring contracts know what I mean, so do those involved in recruitment panels. So in the interests of transparency,

I didn’t get the job

A recruitment story If the revelations of the secret lives and decisions of moralising politicians revealed anything in the last weeks, it’s that nothing much stays backstage in Canberra – whether it be paramours or au pairs. Backstage, a lovely

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8 word story

After submission I felt light, light like hungry.    

Confession of the deliberately barren

I watch a young parent labour a double pram uphill. A toddler on the left and a baby on the right. Ecstasy wells up. I get rivulets of joy gushing from my toes up my calves and thighs and a

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There is no Plan(et) B(eauty)

In 2010, I accompanied about 15 of my Manila-based labmates to a large regional conference addressing the proximate and serious issues facing the most diverse coral reef systems in the world. For once, the rooms were not overloaded with white, male

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Writing and the art of ignorance

I sit here, unwritten, so many years later, despite all my training, therapy and diversified skill set. Despite having gone to the professional development seminars, and sharpening my saw. Despite having published early and often, it has now been longer

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Peer review

Compared to the abuse suffered by the women I follow on Twitter it is insignificant when my work is described as weak. Lacking Scientific Method. I still shed tears onto white, 50% recycled paper marked with three sets of track

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