tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85303664320744132792011-04-22T04:03:19.673ZWriting about sciencejoannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482935379882434386noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530366432074413279.post-90165217895283704132006-11-22T17:52:00.000Z2006-12-04T22:36:45.947Z

I have a confession. Several years into the 21st century I don't have a mobile phone. Yet. It's not that the thought hasn't crossed my mind. I often notice that if I had a mobile I could call whoever about whatever, whenever. But I also often notice people not really concentrating on what I'm saying because they're busy pressing buttons on their mobile. Sending a text? Turning it off?

joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482935379882434386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530366432074413279.post-34545624900221612092006-11-16T17:51:00.000Z2006-12-04T22:22:12.782Z

Saturday morning was Child 2's ballet class. I often meet up with a German friend there – her daughter is in the same ballet class. We thought we would dash to the supermarket while the children were dancing. While we were shopping, suddenly they announced the time. Now, they never normally do that, right? So I was making facetious comments in German, when suddenly my friend said, 'But isn't it

joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482935379882434386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530366432074413279.post-71140846485778710002006-11-10T17:49:00.000Z2006-12-04T22:03:33.977Z

Beginning to study again has had some surprising and some obvious side-effects. Okay, I have no income, have fees to pay but still have to find the cash to pay a childminder. Despite that I'm not eligible for working families tax credit and generally have neither time nor money. I'm used to having to choose one or the other - but losing both is hard. There is an upside. Improved conversation!

joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482935379882434386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530366432074413279.post-74110762455256850342006-11-07T17:47:00.000Z2006-12-04T21:51:37.920Z

I thought I had all the balls in the air and that everything was chugging away in a hectic way but with everything getting sorted. I'd felt so efficient earlier in the week. I'd agreed to review Bang! The Complete History of the Universe by Brian May (yep, that one), Patrick Moore and Chris Lintott for the Imperial student newspaper. I did it the same evening and wallowed in smugness. My

joannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482935379882434386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530366432074413279.post-40022935691822913462006-10-26T11:07:00.000Z2006-12-04T21:41:27.815Z

Help, help, help! What have I done? I'm 34, married with two young children and studying full time for a Masters for the next twelve months. A few weeks in and I'm ever so slightly in awe of my fellow students: gorgeous, young and clever. Then there's me. It's been so long since my chemistry degree that I can't remember anything much about it. I can't even understand my doctoral thesis any more.

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