Transmission recommences

Frantic typing.

[Crickets chirp in blog-land]

More typing.



[The un-climatic click of a thesis being submitted electronically]

Much driving for brief, wonderful holiday

[birds singing in flooded river, orcas tail-whacking as they cruise seal rocks, crunching noises of a bandicoot devouring carrot scraps]

Commencement of post-doc. Enlightenment about the commuter lifestyle.

[modulated voice-over from the metro train lady, apologising for any inconvenience caused]

Minor revisions of thesis approved within 30 minutes – did I really need to spend several months preparing them??

[thwunk as I drop two boxes of bound theses, narrowly missing my toe]

Futile scurrying around university trying to find someone (anyone??) who will accept my final hardbound thesis.

Joyous email, entitled ‘Completion Letter’

[Crickets fade as blog transmission recommences]

Ian Lunt reckons you should never blog in your PJs. He’s totally right.

But how about in your fox onesie?


They wouldn’t all fit in the photo, but besides the onesie and the mug, this PhD has led to me being the proud owner of two pairs of fox earrings, one pair of cat earrings, two beautiful paintings of foxes, and one set of fox notepaper. Mum really wanted to buy me a fox statue last birthday too, but I talked her out of it. Lucky I don’t work on slugs!

Is anyone else the recipient of this study-animal-themed present phenomenon?  What’s your best gift so far?


Greater love hath no-one…

It’s mostly Mum’s fault I’m a zoologist.

When I was three, a fox got into our hen yard. It left behind several dead chooks; feathers, gizzards and guts all over the place. Apparently I was allowed to wander around and check them out. She decided that I’d be a scientist when I, quite unperturbed, wanted to know what the bits were.

When I was four, I really, really wanted to go to the zoo. Okay, said Mum, but you have to call them first to check if they’re open. I’ve always hated telephoning, but wanted to see the baby orangutans so much that I did it anyway.

Since then, she reckons that I have been:

(a) Interested in Animals
(b) Not Shy At All, Really.

This has led to all sorts of adventures, and Mum’s often come along to help out. She hasn’t had much luck though.

Watching baboons in Kenya

Watching baboons in Kenya

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