It's difficult to truly ascertain the importance of a postdoc position for a scientist's career. Ask a hundred folks and you'll get a hundred different stories. That's a long-winded way of saying, "take this with a huge grain of salt."
I started an Instagram account a while back. My aspirations are apparently a little different - I wanted a place to store some travel pictures and science stuff, both to indulge my creative urges, store some pleasant memories, and have a reference in hand when someone asked me for travel recommendations.
As a new instagrammer, I find it difficult to find real content that's not just advertisement/self-promotion garbage. I was shocked at the amount of people who appear to be trying to make money off Instagram and social media. I am constantly followed by accounts promoting a small business, promoting themselves, their club, promising to get me more followers, etc. When I don't follow them back, these people inevitably unfollow me and move on. Everyone is a seller who wants followers.
From the childhood cringe files.
Rarely do I return to where I grew up in Southeastern North Carolina, but the anniversary of my twentieth high school reunion has been bringing back memories of my time as a ward of the Onslow County Public School System. Some of these are good, but the one I want to write about today is just brutal, gutting stuff.
Science post today. Something soothing and relaxing, possibly to the point of lulling you to sleep. I'm going to share why the breakthrough technology of RNA Sequencing has basically ruined my life.
Noah's Inner Monologue
Scribblings of a man who can barely operate an idiotproof website.