To be very German, here is my favourite Max Planck quote: Scientific Progress marches on one funeral at a time.
Perhaps it was meant like that. And the old guard that disliked his papers is now dead and progress has been made.
Probably more in context that old professors cling to their contributions as a self worth while young people bring new ideas. Still nice one.
It’s a strange thing, surviving an enemy. An old man accused me of hitting a japanese maple with my car (parked near it once) and said that it damaged the tree and made it grow green after. He was a dumb asshole because all japanese maples are grafts. The original larger green tree just wanted to grow and he didn’t trim it. He blamed and accused me of it for years while threatening to take me to court when I had to park even close to it. He died of course, a heart attack. I don’t feel less angry about the whole thing but now there is no one to be angry at. I have to remind myself it doesn’t matter anymore and enjoy the shade.
Focus your rage on the only remaining party: the tree.
Remember, if you keep getting angry, you might end up like him.
Haha, I feel this way about my absolutely insecure miserable old boss. Now I just feel pity.
If he thinks something doesn’t matter just because the people involved are dead, maybe history is not the right academic field for him.
Or maybe he felt it was a funny implication to make. I know we sometimes have a reputation for being serious, but some of us are just good at deadpan deliveries.
This is the type of joke I make in my classes, and it’s beautiful to see how many Gen z students don’t realize it’s a joke. To them, I’ve murdered several people, had a very messy breakup with Taylor Swift, and probably repeated high school. Also belonged to several bands with obscure names.
It’s not my fault, I grew up on Conan O’Brien and Craig Ferguson. Those implied one-offs are a tick I can’t control, lol
Tell us more about your experience with Taylor Swift. Also, the murders.
Hey, whatever Taytay wants, Taytay gets. Murders, strawberry ice cream, rigged Superbowls, you name it.
I’ve been open on the fediverse about my background.
The problem with being a major depressive for the first 36 years of your life is, you meet a lot of friends in treatment, and statistically, many of them don’t make it.
I recently surprised myself by telling the boyfriend two stories back-to-back and hearing myself say, “they died in (x) year.” Some of us outlive others. Some of us outlive a lot of others. That just makes those of is who make it all the more precious, and makes the example we lead that much more critical.
(Yes. 36 years of depression. And yes. It was actually worth it to live through it and get to the other side.)
I’m glad you made with though.
Funny my own depression didn’t really kick up until my living conditions got better
I’ve been working so hard and long to survive and provide that I didn’t have time to think about myself.
Now I’m older and better off. Got time to breathe, maybe get a hobby. Then i look back at my life. To see many years wasted. No hobbies. No vacations. No friends.
I was just a drone for fucking decades.
Funny how bad the system is engineered for the lower caste. Makes me feel like cattle for the machine to feed the billionaires.
If I had the basic needs of survival to not struggle how much more would I have lived life instead of just survived it?
Had a former soviet physicist back in cc. Similar idea. He made fun of students for pronouncing Greek letters wrong. Talked about detecting submarines using capacitance. Great instructor, intense, but great.
Then there’s the high school history teacher who was a Vietnam vet. Slapped a kid for joking about his story calling in artillery/strikes on bs positions(he was tired of seeing mass murders of civilians). Never got in trouble for it. Kid spent a week in detention. Also a great teacher!
My worst review said that my paper was technically sound but my entire specialty was a “cottage industry” generating computational models with no real-world relevance and therefore the paper should be rejected. The editor offered the opportunity to rebut but what could I say to something like that?
(The reviewer still lives, as far as I know.)
On the plus side, this meant that I was rejected by PNAS but then published in BJ.
“Citations please.”
Ahh…
PNAS (say it out loud)
and
BJ
I’m going to use that next time I need to bail out of a story I shouldn’t have started telling
A professor I was taking a management class with gave me a fun burn on my thesis. I asked for his input on a specific point and he called it “intellectual masterbation” and proceeded to talk for 15 min or so about ideas he thought i should have studied instead (I was already preparing for my thesis defense so couldn’t change topics). Never got an answer on the actual question I’d raised.
