#Writing Papers

[dearearlyarchaeologists]

IM WRITING A PAPER ON GRECO ROMAN IMPACT ON JEWISH ART AND I FOUND SOMETHING I NEED IN A PHOTO I TOOK IN PERSON AND IM LITERALLY AT THE HEIGHT OF SCHOLARLY ACHIEVEMENT AND IVE NEVER EVEN PUBLISHED ANYTHING

[smallstrawrry]

writing paper <3

[recsspecs]

A good structure is something you can trust.

It relieves you from the burden of remembering and keeping track of everything. If you can trust the system, you can let go of the attempt to hold everything together in your head and you can start focusing on what is important: The content, the argument and the ideas. By breaking down the amorphous task of “writing a paper” into small and clearly separated tasks, you can focus on one thing at a time, complete each in one go and move on to the next one . A good structure enables flow, the state in which you get so completely immersed in your work that you lose track of time and can just keep on going as the work becomes effortless (Csikszentmihalyi, 1975). Something like that does not happen by chance.

- How to Take Smart Notes (Sönke Ahrens)

[topsyturvy-turtely]

please put in the tags why you would / would not / what it would depend on do that. and please REBLOG IF YOU VOTE!!!

also: YES i totally just did that. lmao.

[petri808]

I’ve probably gone over this article draft a hundred times and today I found another “like” 😭 ugh and why are tenses driving me crazy lol

[prideandparchment]

01.11.2023.

18/100 days of productivity

Today was very productive day. Maybe, because of the little change staying at my dad's means. Also, they were out visiting cemetery almost all day, so I was alone.

finished the Menaechmi by Plautus

wrote one of my papers due after the break

outlined the other paper

started reading The Spanish Tragedy by Thomas Kyd for uni

cooked lunch

had a meeting for a campaign I'm handling the communication of

[grumpydevilfellow]

One of the most bullshit things imaginable in school was having to write papers and submitting them to a website to prove they weren't plagerized. You could write something completely in your words and get a failing grade because the machine said "ooo too similar👻"

[vinicons]

Antoon van Dyck (Belgian [Flemish], 1599-1641).

Étude pour le martyre de saint Sébastien, 1e quart du XVIIe siècle (1600 - 1625).

Huile sur papier collé sur bois, 0,645 m x o,41 m (avec accessoire: 0,84 m x 0,615 m).

Source: Louvre Collections.

[johncarter54]

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[filiseverus]

The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.

[maeamian]

If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.

[wspstudenta]

Oferujemy profesjonalne usługi pisania prac dyplomowych (licencjackie, magisterskie) oraz prac zaliczeniowych, referatów, esejów i wszelkiego rodzaju tekstów naukowych. Nasz zespół składa się z 16 doktorantów, Opracowania tworzone przez nas są zgodne ze standardami uczelni. Współpraca z nami jest komfortowa i na wysokim poziomie, dlatego nasi klienci mogą być pewni, że otrzymają pracę zgodną z oczekiwaniami. (jest podpisywana umowa, chyba, że klient sobie tego nie życzy, gdyż też mieliśmy takie sytuacje).

Nasi doktoranci tworzeniem tekstów naukowych zajmują się od minimum `5 lat, co pozwala nam właściwie podejść do każdego tematu i problemu naukowego.

Do każdego zlecenia podchodzimy z należytą starannością, licząc na częstą współpracę oraz na dalsze polecanie naszych usług. Specjalizujemy się m.in. w pisaniu/redagowaniu oraz poprawie wszelkiego rodzaju tekstów naukowych, począwszy od referatu do pracy doktorskiej, ustalaniem tematu, konspektu, bibliografii, teorii, badań. Realizowaliśmy zlecenia z bardzo wielu dziedzin, dlatego też jesteśmy w stanie pomóc prawie każdej osobie, która zwraca się do nas z prośbą o pomoc. Do każdego przesłanego tekstu bądź fragmentu dołączamy raport anty-plagiatowy (Pamiętaj to nie to samo, co JSA!).

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[thedaveandkimmershow]

February felt like we didn't do anything. That's only because, of course, we started the year with a last-minute trip to Holland to visit family.

The reason we went was because one of my uncles was diagnosed with terminal cancer and this was our last opportunity to see him.

About a week after we returned home, he lived out his last wish to return to the country of his birth: Indonesia. He went with his wife and two "kids" (my cousins who're around my age) on an adventure that involves a two part international flight totalling about fourteen hours in the air. No longer able to walk on his own, it was a wheelchair for him the entire trip. Once in Indonesia, they began doing a Greatest Hits of family, old friends, places he and my aunt grew up in, lived, knew from childhood and teenage years, and then a bunch of tourist stuff. During the course of three weeks, they moved across the country from west to east by trains, small planes, and cars. It was a magnificent trip we got to follow online through an app called PolarSteps, a real-time travel blog with pictures and video.

The trip was to last three weeks after which they'd all return home to Holland. Unfortunately by the last week, my uncle's cancer had progressed further, he was no longer able to eat or drink much, he was losing weight... 

And then he was hospitalized.

In the end, he traveled the country of his birth from west to east for two and a half weeks, making it to Bali before he could go no further. He died after the day they were to return home. He died after his daughter returned to Holland and her daughter traveled the distance on her own to join him for the last two days of his life.

In his final hours, he slipped into a coma...

And then he was gone.

His memorial service was the first of March that's basically the thirtieth of February if there was such a thing as February thirtieth this year. We didn't catch the Livestream because it was too early our time but we did watch the video once it posted. 

Of course everyone's speaking Dutch so there's only so much we understand. Fortunately, I have some tasty apps at my disposal so now we have a version that's captioned in English. It's not perfect, I'm sure. But good enough for our understanding.

On the same day as the memorial service happened, February 30 (😉), there was a Life celebration gathering for my production mentor and friend, Tom Speer, who passed away at the end of November, last year. This day on which we gathered was also, would've also been, Tom's birthday. So yeah. There was wonderfully frosted cake alongside an assortment of food and drink. We sang Happy Birthday. This is also a production/broadcast group of professionals whose paths cross or have crossed. So there's a lot of catching up, filling each other in on our lives. Most of what we did, though, was share Tom stories. In fact, the main event of our gathering was a number of friends standing up front to share their experiences with Tom as friends, as neighbors, as people who worked alongside Tom during his extensive career as a videographer. That really was the point. We all walked away knowing more about Tom than what we knew when we first walked in.

It was a gift. It really was.

Continuing this thread of dear life slipping away, I also dedicated time to writing the obituary for Kimmer's aunt Jacquie who passed away at the beginning of November last year.

I wrote her husband's obituary after he died at the top of 2023. It was crazy bittersweet to do the same for his wife who passed away eleven months later. And yeah. It really is a galling thing to reduce someone's life to five hundred words.

Not my favorite thing. Like, at all.

With Jacquie, we didn't get as lucky with her obit photograph as we did her husband. Someone had taken a genuinely iconic photo of him an,d not long before, forwarded it to his son, Kimmer's cousin. So Kimmer wound up going through every photo of her online, in any photo album, and anything on her phone or laptop. What she eventually settled on was perfect... although it was a photograph of a photograph in an album. And because of the angle at which the photo was taken and the reflections from the clear plastic covering the photo that obscured some of its details and because Kimmer was also in the photo standing shoulder to shoulder, slightly in front of her aunt...

Because of all that the photo was less than ideal. Fortunately, with an AI/Photoshop/Topaz Labs assist, I was able to scale up the photograph's resolution, pull Kimmer completely out of the shot, and restore anything that was hidden either by reflections or by Kimmer standing slightly in front of her aunt. It was a clever bit of magic these apps performed that produced the photograph we desired. Reminding us all through the process just how much we miss Jacquie.

Intersecting with all that loss on our minds, it felt like we were randomly asked "how are you doing?" more than usually occurs. Even on a normal day the question always gives me pause because there are so many moving parts in our lives and not all of them are awesome all the time. And some of them are. So what do we do? Average those things? Cherry pick? Go with fine???

The middle of the month was a spread out Valentine's Day. Spread out because we never celebrate on the day because everyone's out and about celebrating that day, clogging up all the quiet corners we care to occupy. Day after Valentine's Day, then, we go out to see a movie together, "The Holdovers" at The Crest in Shoreline. A magnificent experience we enjoyed with a humongous bucket of superbly buttered popcorn. Then the day after the day after Valentine's Day, Friday, we exchange presents and cards and flowers before heading out to dinner at Girardis Osteria in Edmonds for an ungodly amount of delicious pasta to accompany our wine.

Snow made an appearance at our home in late February, dusting our home and yard and cars three mornings running, having completely melted by three afternoons running. On the first of those days I took our car—the one that was stolen in December and taken on a wild bumper car ride to Bellevue—I took our car to the body shop where we're having our next round of work done in April. This particular day, our insurance wanted the interior mold taken care of so that what was done for our car since it spent a number of days in a tow yard with a fully smashed window during a string of relentlessly rainy days was not a waste of time. After the drop-off, I caught an Uber ride with a gentleman who's incredibly proud of his wife and daughters for the degrees and graduations they recently achieved.

Funny thing: one of his daughters works at a local company where one of his Uber rides turned out to be working. They figured it out during conversation that the ride and his daughter work in the same department.

Small world.

And the snow? 

While we got a half inch or less, he and his neighbors accumulated two inches of snow on their properties.

Cats were a thing in February. We welcomed into our home a big black cat named Quarter (as in Quarter Note) on behalf of a dear friend who'll be away until Fall. Taking a bit of advice from a cat expert on YouTube, we kept our cat, Dinker, and the new cat apart for a week or so. Each was aware of the other, of course. But they never met in person. Early on, the closest they got was staring at each other through the glass of our family room door. No hisses. No aggressive postures. Just a curious sort of "who the heck are you?"

Eventually, they came to share the same physical spaces with a benign tolerance and trust. Again no hissing or aggressive posturing. By the end of the month, they were even playful with each other. Tussling. Chasing after one another. 

They each have their own individual rituals and habits along with home bases at opposite ends of the house and a shared mealtime that turns into a bit of a race to see who finishes first so they can poach the other's unfinished meal.

February after Valentine's Day also bore witness to our first steps at deChristmassing our home. So far we've got all the garland down inside the house except for Kimmer's office where that bough will grace the room the full year. We've got most of the nicknacky decorations put away including the stockings hung over the fireplace. We've got a number of interior light strings put away even as most will stay up 'cause we like the look. All the icicle lights outdoors along our front gutters from one end of the house to the other are put away. As are the random lights we threw on the bushes. Thankfully, there was time to tag all the lights and garlands with their locations in preparation for the end of this year when they all go back up again.

Hopefully, probably, we'll have it all put away before this month of March sees its last day.

Okay.

The thread running through February that will continue running through the foreseeable months for the next one and a half years... is Kimmer and her doctoral program. Thirty-some hours a week of reading, writing, class interactions, lectures, conferences, and research paired with a thirty-hour work week and the never-ending charting each such week cranks out. It's not the sum total of our daily routines and responsibilities but it is the main juggling act on a high wire that's going on around here along with everything that pops up because yeah. Things pop up you gotta do or deal with or that you just wanna do as a break from what you gotta deal with.

So this.

Was not a month off. Just a different way to go wall to wall while maintaining a life together in there somewhere: lunches together, walks in the neighborhood, listening to podcasts, alternately streaming Royal Pains and Big Bang Theory, planning adventures, snuggling while the snow falls.

In the end, February was a month soaked in emotional experience. It was a lot of loss catching up with us in different ways that still hurt our hearts, sure. It was everything else as well. All the pieces and parts that add up and color our days. Which, I guess...

Is just what normal looks like around here.

🙂

[onceandfutureclotpoll]

Title: Subject, Verb, Object (of my affection)

Author: ArtistiqueReader12, SlantedKnitting

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Summary: Merlin works as a writing tutor, and Arthur—very begrudgingly—needs help with a paper.

[ebonetnoir]

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