One of my first memories is myself, 5 years old, going to my mother and declare to her, as serious as only children can be: “I will be a scientist.” Yesterday night I was in my office in the Department of Chemistry at the University of Cambridge packing my stuff, resolved to not go back …
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The Prisoner has finished
After more than a week alone at home, with incipient bronchitis, and thriving on dubious pseudofood, I am back in my office. Somehow, I am not convinced it is a good idea. Highlights of the latest forced homestaying: - Getting a 1 p.m. - 4 a.m. circadiam rythm - Understanding that kebab-laced focaccia is not …