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I can’t stand being around fishermen that place their live catches on the bare open floor and watch the fish drown in terror after having their entire weight carried by a piercing and dragged into a new world in which they’re immobile while likely burning and drying out at the same time. It makes me check out.

It’s still up!

you’re welcome!

These bitching ass motherfuckers be discovering everything.

These awesome people are pioneers. 😂

“Yo, dawg. These scientists be out here scraping the floor of the ocean! in Antractica! Whattttt? They finding animals that didn’t even exist before. That’s what’s up.”

I set times of the day I have to eat by. If my lunch time limit has come and I haven’t eaten yet, I gotta stop and eat. Makes me be aware of what time it is too, so double good. Last night, I had no intention of eating because the kitchen was busy and my stomach was hurting, but I had promised myself I would eat no matter what, so I got take-out.

Also, because I’m pretty out of it for a bit after eating, it makes me divide my day into smaller sections so I can plan better.

Literally me to my gf: You want to eat again? Didn’t we just eat like 6 hours ago?

About time!

Tenure-track professors typically have a time limit to prove their worthiness of tenure. At the end of that limit, they apply for tenure and either get accepted or practically fired. One way to prove your value is by publishing in “high-impact” journals. There are all sorts of methods to measure the impact of a journal objectively, such as how often its articles are cited in other articles whose impact scores are also measured. These professors that are in serious debt and have spent their entire lives aiming for this position are practically prisoners trying to get out of the whole they inadvertently dug themselves into. A lot of publications are by those professors, so they are aiming for the highest possible impact scores.

Another group is made up of highly acclaimed professors. They all know each other personally and sit on the editorial boards of those high impact journals. Before they officially submit an article, they send it to their colleague that’s on the board or knows someone on the board for review, make revisions, then submit for publication. This likely leads to a bias I like to call “a hook up”. These professors practically own the journal, so they have no reason to start a new one.

The rest of the professors (mid-level tenured professors) would be the ones likely to create a new journal that isn’t privately owned by a publishing company. Being mid-level and tenured, their only drive to excel is their personal desire to improve the field, so they’re not as driven by necessity as the tenure-track or personal drive to excel as the highly acclaimed professors. So the reason it doesn’t happen is the ones that would make it happened are over-shadowed by the ones that promote the currently established ones.

I think for a new one to come out, we’d need a schism among high-level professors or some major systemic change in academia that impacts the drive for publication.

Jarvis

Looks like they live in a dumpster 💅

Mildly?? This is completely inappropriate.

third it. I read that book during COVID lock down and it was insightful.

omg gross

What?

Pls explain how to starve and binge 3k Cal simultaneously

Just 2 short of a perfect score

You’re the one that installed the app.

Hi! I used to live in a US city with lots of recent Venezuelan immigrants. They would tell me about how difficult things were in Venezuela, but that they missed it a lot. Their faces would light up when I would ask them about things they liked about home. They also seemed to have hope that things in Venezuela would improve and they could move back. It must be really difficult to leave one’s country to another for economic and political reasons. They didn’t truly want to leave, so they miss home, never really acculturate, and feel alienated. I have been to several other countries myself for extended periods. Many of them were well-developed and welcoming of Americans. Some even had characteristics that I found better than in the US. Regardless, I found myself missing home a lot.

I don’t know if it makes any difference what I tell you, but wanted you to know that the recent Venezuelan immigrants I’ve met in the US still have their heart in Venezuela.