This week, Devin Vertigo, The Amazing Ty and Big Bad Bucky and the returning Tom Vertigo discussed Black Holes, the joys of SuperTube, Laziness in science and the horrors of Lyme Disease! Check it out on Vertigo Radio Live #138: Infinite Vacations!
This week, Devin Vertigo, The Amazing Ty and Big Bad Bucky discussed othr people's children, bad teachers, and so much more on Vertigo Radio Live #137: We Don't Care About Your Kids!
I discovered my goal to be an experimental psychologist, esp in the field of social psychology little later than I should. Had I known sooner, I could have prepared myself better to reach such an adventure. I think the hardest part is isolating my interest. I like the entire spectrum of social interaction and then some. To isolate just an area makes it hard for me to apply to a program, let alone a professor. It's too bad really, considering I think I have one source of research that would simply put me in a Psych 101 textbook. Ok, maybe not that far, but I would have a term/theory I created. Then again, by now it could be published since I am no longer in the area of academia. I’ll let this be the first step to maybe make something of it. Perhaps if a well renowned psychologist reads this, they’d be kind to cite me, even better take me on as a student of his or hers.
Time away from school has gravitated me towards reading. More so in primary school I’ve found myself repelled to read. Last thing I wanted to do is read some book about something that I have no experience with. I ponder this simply because here I have a desire to read and as a matter of fact desire reading books I should have read. As a result, I have a “to read” list. I certainly regret it now. It is clear why I never read them, or despised reading when I was in school, even thru college. It is because I had to. We are faced with always having to read “x” by next week and write a paper on how it relates to “y” you know how it goes. Reading it takes an act of nature and bsing our way thru a paper is another act of nature on its own. Feels like the rebellious teenager syndrome: “But I don’t wanna.” That and the whole deadline thing. Unsure about anyone else, but being told I must do something, but also must do it by a specific time, kills any potential of enjoying it. It’s now a chore. It becomes a- must do, rather than a- want to do.