Nobel Prize winning molecular biologist Dr. Max Perutz believed science makes “the impossible, possible”. He lived by this policy when he began his research on haemoglobin, which required a computer. At the time, the computer didn’t exist. Prof. Robin Perutz, his son, narrated this to us in a room at the Royal Institution in London, lined from ceiling to floor with grand hardbound academic journals, decades in the making. It was the 20th Max Perutz Science Writing Award ceremony and I was a shortlister. Continue reading
With high profile national conferences, an affair more intimate and niche is appreciated. Alzheimer’s Research UK, a powerhouse for ongoing dementia charity and research, delivered this with their North West Network Early Career Researcher conference, a casual event of 70 attendees. It was held in the psychology building of my campus where I displayed a poster but I’d have gone irrespective, for the educational nuggets targeting ECRs. Continue reading
Two months ago I posted about my experience at SAPC ASM 2017, mentioning only a tidbit about my attendance. Divine intervention likes to see me squirm so my poster abstract was accepted on an oral basis and despite being honoured I was confused by the type of presentation I had to give- an elevator pitch. Continue reading
Thanks to scoping the internet for conference abstract deadlines I was accepted to present an elevator pitch at the 46th Annual Scientific Meeting of the Society for Academic Primary Care, a royal mouthful referred to as SAPC 2017. Continue reading
I made a promise to myself at eighteen- no child psychology.
I love children. I’ll call them ‘sprog‘ and ‘brats‘ in my mind and have unjust opinions about them and with this attitude you’d want to keep your little miracle away from me. But beneath whatever personality they’ve developed due to circumstance I love the child underneath. It’s cliché but their confidence and unmarred perceptions are beautiful before the real world decides to crush them and I feel ill equipped to be in a position where I might be complicit in that crushing. Continue reading