I'm gonna stick with 'fake it til you make it'

I was at the gas station this morning, trying to fill up on my morning Coke. Another woman who also teaches at my school came up, and we both tried fruitlessly to get our caffeine fix. The lady behind the counter who came to turn on the machine said from the looks on our faces, you'd have thought we were going to…

My hat/scarf/whatever box is a banker's box on the top shelf in my coat closet. There's just no better way to organize it. We tend to each keep out one hat and keep it with our coat (mine lives in the sleeve), but everything else is in the box.

I was more weirded out when she did the Delta Airlines thing. What does that say about me?

I am a special brand of crazy, I admit it.

As a professor of physics, I'm in the same boat as the math teacher. I love my research, but it means going to conferences (the one I attend every year is the largest annual gathering of physicists in the world), collaborating with people, and knowing everyone you can possibly know. I love helping people understand…

Wow, I'm honored. :)

You're doing everything right in my book

Aww, that's sad. Well, you're at least better-informed on the science front than most, which means I'll never have to yell at you ;)

Yeah, I get that too. I will admit to cringing, just a little, at the words.

I like that idea, the "outward facing identity". I feel like that a lot, like I'm putting on this new identity before I go into the classroom, or to a faculty meeting, or something similarly people-intensive.

Sometimes, it's a necessity. And I say this as a true blue best-part-of-my-day-is-shutting-the-office-door introvert. If you want to succeed at all in certain fields, you just have to be visible. Academia is like that. I'm not fond of that aspect of it.

I give conference presentations in very much the same way that I teach (minus the lolcats) — comfortable language, simple explanations, lots of hand gestures.

But we love her dearly over at io9. *evil grin*

Midwesterner. Lots of waving/nod-smiling here. This land is full of Norwegian Lutherans. Enough said.

At least I can claim a degree of separation. It's my parents that are the locals. They moved out to Podunk somewhere-around-Norfolk, Nebraska, after I was already grown up.

It's kinda a combination of the two — more like "Nor-Fuck". I'm really sorry that I know that.

And now I'm giggling like a 5-year-old in my office. Thank you :P

That's why I only buy the ones with the big twisty erasers. They last longer and I make lots of mistakes.

I feel you — the last time I was in DC, the government was shut down for most of my trip. Although that was a snowstorm, not a government stupidity.