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Publication Anxiety

Yesterday I submitted to a journal an article based on a section of my PhD dissertation, which itself is about to be published (it will be out as soon as I manage to obtain all the authorisation forms that my university requires). This is driving me a little bananas! I've been looking forward to getting my research out to the world for a long time, and parts of it are already out there. But nonetheless, I am nervous that now people are actually gonna be able to read my stuff! The feeling I'm getting about this is similar to the feeling I had the first time Jon and I visited a sauna in Bad Saaraw in Germany -- one of those saunas were you must be naked.

It is similar in so many ways: in both cases you feel exposed in your most intimate self, and you think everybody is analysing your utmost flaws, when in fact very few people are actually even noticing you at all.

Nuances...

One of the difficult things for me of being trained in academic work is that I became less able to simplify, take sides, be an activist. I became stuck on the idea that there is always another side to a story, there is always some detail untold, there is always more nuance to be had.

I've arrived in Jerusalem--a place where I never really planned to even visit, let alone live in--one and a half months ago. This has been an amazing experience because throwing myself in this very, very foreign place (from my personal perspective) made me realize the foreignness of places that I find very, very familiar!

In Jerusalem, I learned that you must be really, really careful when you try to find out what the "hidden" side of any story is, because that might lead you to be immediately categorized within a group that you don't really have anything to do with. Let me give you an example from my research project.

I'm studying the ways that people from here (from all kinds of ba…

Três ano e três meses depois...

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It was supposed to be a haiku, but I don't know English metric very well

Writing a thesis is like being constipated
Every chapter, a lot of effort
And a tiny poop

Word game

A detective has to find evidence
A prosecutor has to write up the case in a way that convinces
The judge to take it up

A detective has to present the evidence to the prosecutor in a way that convinces
The prosecutor to write up the case in a way that convinces
The judge to take it up

The evidence has to present itself in a way that convinces
The detective to present the evidence to the prosecutor in a way that convinces
The prosecutor to write up the case in a way that convinces
The judge to take it up

How many of the above did you imagine as women?
For me, the evidence.

The Woman in the Red Hat

The woman in the red hat
also has red hair.
The blue of her eyes
spills over to the tips of her hair
to keep her cool.

The woman in the red hat
also has a red heart;
the strength of her heartbeat
resounds, too, in her words
to help her touch us.

The woman in the red hat
taught me a few defence moves,
though she is not one for martial arts.
She is looking for her bow and arrows,
I think she is about to find them.

Segunda cedo

Surpresa boa é
ao amanhecer o dia, ver
uns amigos queridos
de aventuras passadas
acolherem-me com um sorriso
de calor, carinho, humor
e esquentarem meu coração.
Sei que o dia vai ser de sol!