Christmas Sweets!
I’m not going to lie to you. I’m currently sitting in my kitchen drinking tea and eating Christmas Cake. We’re going out for brunch, so I’m not allowed to have a real breakfast. But Christmas cake doesn’t count, right?
I’m not going to lie to you. I’m currently sitting in my kitchen drinking tea and eating Christmas Cake. We’re going out for brunch, so I’m not allowed to have a real breakfast. But Christmas cake doesn’t count, right?
In another episode of ‘scientists do craft to distract themselves from their terrifying professional lives’, I present to you my fimo flamingo friend, kindly made by fellow Phd-er, Mercedes.
Which a child tells you that their new and greatest love in the world is a tiger, skateboarding, drawing mustaches on oranges, or Disney’s ice queen, you can choose to believe that, probably, eventually, they will grow past this phase. When a grown man travels to Mull, falls in love with puffins, starts religiously watching a puffin-related show aimed at children, and spends (presumably) hours in front of the mirror perfecting his ‘concerned puffin’ look… well, there’s not much you can do except sit back, watch, and occasionally feed the flames of his peculiar passion.
Did I ever mention that, instead of studying plants, I nearly did my PhD on coccolithophores? If I did, you maybe forgot, simply because the word coccolithophore is such a ridiculous mouthful. The name of the coccolithophore species I was going to study is Emiliania huxleyi, which isn’t really that much better. E-hux for short.