#postdocs

[strassmann]

Four exciting postdocs in Ecology and Evolution at Washington University in St. Louis!

Looking for a postdoc? We have plenty!

Sometimes it isn’t just the project that attracts a postdo to a lab but it is the community. It isn’t easy to tell what that community is like sometimes, so here we share. Four of us are looking for postdocs in EEB at Wash U! We already have quite a few postdocs that this new cohort will be joining. It should be fun. Find what you love from the labs of Michael Landis, Rachel Penczykowski, Liz…

[cha-melodius]

If possible, firstprince #20, please! 🫂

(Another extremely popular one, also requested by @miss-minnelli, @nowords-world, @miharaikko, and @ashesfromashes. And it's another grad students/academia AU, because I couldn't help myself. read all the hug ficlets)

20: The “woah, hey, hello, hi” hug.

Alex is exceptionally drunk. Probably more drunk than Henry’s ever seen him, and that’s saying something, since they spent the majority of their graduate school years together. Henry’s seen him silly drunk at holiday parties, and sad drunk after committee meetings, and angry drunk that one time when someone scooped him in a publication, but he’s never seen him quite this ecstatically happy drunk.

He’s certainly earned it. His dissertation defense had gone perfectly—Christ, but he’d looked incredible up there in a sharp suit purchased just for the occasion, confident and brilliant as he explained his research. Apparently, his committee didn’t even give him many revisions, the lucky bastard (luck has nothing to do with it—Alex is just that good).

So he’s got plenty of reasons to be happy, and Henry is happy for him. If Henry’s also achingly sad, that’s his own business. Ok, yes, Alex is sticking around for another semester to teach, but all too soon he’ll get some fabulous postdoc or faculty position, and god knows where it will be, but it’ll almost inevitably be far away from Henry.

Henry has managed to keep his maudlin thoughts at bay for most of Alex’s defense party, but the night is winding down and so is he. He’s withdrawn to the edges after an unsuccessful attempt at distracting himself by helping to clean up—Zahra had told him in no uncertain terms to cut it out, she was paying someone to do that—chatting with a few people but mostly sulking. Fortunately, Alex hasn’t noticed.

Or, that’s what he thought.

One moment Alex is bopping wildly along to some pop song on the makeshift dance floor they’ve cleared by shoving Zahra’s living room furniture out of the way, and the next he’s making a beeline toward Henry. Henry barely has a chance to prepare himself before Alex is throwing himself at him, and Henry has no choice but to quickly abandon his drink in order to catch him.

“Woah there, love,” he says, because he’s more than a little drunk himself and his filter is shot.

Alex grins brilliantly up at him and simply says, “Hi,” as he wraps his arms around Henry’s waist and pulls him into a crushing hug.

“Hello,” Henry replies, unable to keep himself from matching Alex’s smile. “Can I help you with something?”

“You can come dance with me.”

“Oh, I don’t think—”

“Puh-leeeease, H?” Alex interrupts, batting those offensively long eyelashes up at him. “You gotta.”

Henry’s always been terrible at saying no to him. Still, he tries, “Oh, do I?”

“Yeah, ‘cause it’s my party, and I want you.”

He doesn’t mean it like that, of course—he just wants Henry to join them—but Henry’s stomach turns over anyway. Helpless to resist, he lets Alex drag him out onto the dance floor. Then someone (it was definitely Pez; Henry’s going to murder him) puts on a slow song. To Henry’s surprise, Alex collapses into his arms like all the frenetic energy has drained out of him at once, his arms looped tightly around Henry’s waist and his head resting on Henry’s shoulder.

“Hey,” Alex says after they’ve swayed aimlessly for a little while, “why’re you sad?”

So he definitely noticed. Henry shouldn’t be surprised. “I’m not,” he tries anyway. Alex lifts his head up long enough to glare at him. “Fine, I’m a little sad. It’s just… the beginning of the end, isn’t it? I’ll be finishing this year—I will, hush you—and you’re applying for jobs and leaving me…”

He means to say us, but it doesn’t come out that way. Alex just hums, a low rumble Henry feels more than hears.

“Take you with me.”

“What?”

“Y’know, like a spousal hire,” Alex says, yawning into Henry’s shirt. “Tell ‘em I need a position for you too. They’d be stupid not to.”

Henry’s head swims. The thing is, Alex is such a superstar that he probably could negotiate something like that. Except for, you know. The fact that they’re not married. Alex doesn’t even seem to realize the implications of what he’s just said, he’s too busy falling asleep on Henry’s shoulder.

“I think we need to get you home,” Henry manages eventually.

Alex rousts himself, blinking up at him. “Just think about it, ok?” he says, like this is a serious proposition.

“Okay,” Henry agrees.

What else is he going to do? Besides, it makes Alex smile at him again, and really, that’s all that matters.

[freakbeastcentral]

i like this very much tbh

[miss-biophys]

Work on a scientific article

What it actuallly entails:

Come up with an idea, define an interesting problem

Do thorough literature research. Maybe similar stuff was already done. Define the knowledge gap well.

Plan in detail, how we can solve the problem, design experiments

Reach out to potential collaborators, agree with them on a plan

Buy necessary equipment, chemicals

Do pilot experiment, optimize the conditions to get reliable data

Perform experiments, calculations, make everything multiple times so it's reliable

Analyze the data

Urge collaborators to deliver their parts

Coordinate your progress with the collaborators

Manage the collaborations, organize meetings

Be diplomatic, you don't want to make enemies in academia

Agree with direct colleagues, who worked on it, what will be the message of the article. Will it be a long story and we need to add some more data? Or will it be short and right to the point and we write a short "letter"?

Do literature research again. Maybe new stuff appeared, and for sure your data must be confronted and discussed with already known facts.

Write the first draft of the article

Send it around for feedback, first only to direct colleagues from your lab

Incorporate the feedback, maybe do more experiments and more analysis

Rewrite the manuscript

Send it around the second, third, fourth, fifth... time

Incorporate the feedback

Send the manuscript to all collaborators.

Wait for the feedback, urge everyone to give it, maybe you don't have all data from all the collaborators yet

Incorporate feedback

Prepare the manuscript for journal submission

Get approval from all co-authors

Submit the manuscript

Wait for editor response, hopefully they send it to reviewers. If not, you need to rewrite a bit the article to adhere to the new journal's format and send somewhere else.

Get reviewers' reports, deal with them, reply truthfully, make effort to explain everything even if you know that the reviewer's suggestion is just impossible or irrelevant. Be diplomatic.

Maybe you need to do an additional experiment, analysis, or rewrite a major part fo the manuscript. This can take months.

Submit revised manuscript with all the changes

Wait for editor's nad reviewers' comments in the second round. You can get many rounds of review and still get rejected.

Finally get a "Congratulations, your manuscript has been accepted for publication"

Pop a shampagne! You deserve it!

What part of this do you usually do in different career stages:

BSc. and MSc. students: Perform experiments and analyze data

PhD students: Do all the experimental and analysis parts, write the manuscript, discuss with their supervisor and direct colleagues, incorporate feedback. But does not have to come up with their own idea and manage collaborations and diplomacy.

Postdocs: Do literally everything on the list

Group leader/Professor: Do the thinking and managing parts, help with writing and feedback, provide discussions and insight. Do not perform actual experiments and analysis.

Being a postdoc is the transformation between the student and the group leader.

As such, we just have to do all these tasks. It's stressful. It's challenging. It's definitely not boring. I am taking every opportunity to get a student, who can help with the experimental repetitions so I have time for all the other stuff.

[crowttore]

Modern AU prof!Dottore x postdoc!Celeste - short first meeting under cut but it got too long for me to leave on dash without cut so hdgjkasdhg

"Twenty minutes early for the morning lecture," the man by the lectern shook his head, unusually crimson eyes barely sparing Celeste a glance, "take a seat and be quiet. And don't expect any goodwill from kissing ass."

Celeste crossed her arms, taking a deep breath to not snap at the man who had to be her new boss first thing in the morning. Keeping her expression carefully neutral, she ventured into the auditorium, relishing the evident frustration from the older man when she turned to him and not the seats.

"What a pleasure to meet you physically at last," she reached out a gloved hand, undeterred by his indifference, "we spoke on call, remember? I couldn't get my webcam to work for the interview?"

She almost wanted to grin as recognition flashed through the man's, Zandik's, eyes.

"You are Dr. Beauregard?" The question was laced with not quite condescension, but close enough that Celeste retracted her hand before he continued, "You barely look old enough to be starting a PhD and yet you're claiming to be the new postdoc? Very funny, now stop interrupting my preparations and take a damned seat miss."

This time, there was no amount of deep breaths that could have prevented Celeste from hissing, reaching forward and slamming his computer shut. "Listen here and listen well, you have exactly one minute to apologise or I swear I will have every student of yours filing complaints about this course by the end of the semester."

His wry chuckle caught her off-guard, "Dr. Dottore, and the pleasure is all mine." Celeste glared as his demeanor changed in an instant, his lips quirking up in a dangerous smile, "I believe we will make an excellent team."

[dreamerinsilico]

You’ve heard of the browser wars....

I just recently made a long-overdue defection in the search engine wars, and I’m entirely pleased with it. 

You know how shitty Google results are when you need some fairly niche information that won’t be in a Wikipedia article, mainstream news, or some shitty celebrity gossip outlet, these days?

DuckDuckGo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, etc.  I was kind of ambiently glad it existed for a long time, but was like “well, privacy good, but my infosec practices are already sketchy at best, and google’s been doing this for a long-ass time; they’re probably better at it, so why bother.”  But no, my friends, google is better at something but these days that something is delivering clickbait to your fucking eyeballs.

I was frustrated with a very specific science question the other day and getting absolutely fucking nowhere with google, swapped over to duckduckgo on a curious whim, and it... didn’t get me exactly what I needed immediately, but it did give MUCH more relevant search results than google did.  And that’s, well, because enshittification.  Maybe someday, duckduckgo will also live to see itself become the villain, but for right now, it’s fucking useful, and it is now my default search engine on every device I use (and also every work computer i have reason to touch).

[quotidianart]

Happy spring! Sketched some of the chickens at the Pima county fair

[librarycards]

im suffering in case anyone was wondering

[casbitchh]

a second successful grant has hit the towers

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

My dad's fundamental distrust of my theological vocation and training is normally very well hidden, but it keeps popping out when I mention schools he feels like are "his people" and he says oh they probably wouldn't hire you there!

[freakbeastcentral]

g’raha tia with a huge brick sized vape are we seeing it

[miss-biophys]

Cell cultures... pluses and minuses

– You need to come every other day to feed them, otherwise they die or differentiate. – You have to come on weekends too. – If you are not super super careful, some bacteria or yeast will eat them up. – Even if you are super super careful, some bacteria or yeast will sometimes eat them up. – In experiments, there are huge differences in the behavior of cells so you will have huge errors and have to repeat the experiments multiple times to prove your point.

+ You have to do it, so your other studies are tested on something alive and thus are proved relevant.

That's it. Nothing else to the + list. Cells are bitches. You have to nurture them and pamper them and sacrifice weekends, and then they die or behave unpredictably.

[lonewolflink]

the long nightmare is over: ya girl's gonna be a professor :)

[unopenablebox]

OKAY WELL my committee thinks i am doing EXCELLENT WORK and i could have a manuscript THIS FALL and should NOT HESITATE TO CALL THINGS GOOD ENOUGH and should not perseverate on hard-to-achieve goals at the expense of showcasing my current work which is GOOD ENOUGH and i COULD GRADUATE FALL 2026 IF I WANT all of which is exactly what i have been hideously worried about for months so you know that's nice

[tettine]

Stavo pensando che è davvero lungo finire il proprio percorso di studi a trent'anni ma poi mi sono ricordata che l'aspettativa di vita si aggira sui novant'anni quindi direi che altri sessant'anni di vita dopo il percorso accademico sono tantissimi comunque. Perché ci mettono tutta questa pressione per entrare nel mondo del lavoro??

[milkywayan]

had the delusion that a friend was into me (that I am slightly into too) but realised today that he is not huehuehue well ok