Category Archives: rants

go stand in the corner Vanessa

This is a response to The sound of one hand typing’s “go stand in the corner” prompt:

Times are hard in quarantine,
harder than I’ve ever seen –
the vegan food’s not vegan enough,
and washing my own hair!? That’s rough!

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That’s Dr ___ to you, Mr ___

It’s been a while since I’ve had a rant here, and usually they’re about personal experiences as a woman in STEM, or the insanity of HR. This one was triggered by the sad and pathetic attack on Dr Jill Biden’s (PhD) use of the title Dr, by Mr Joseph Epstein (BA). Continue reading

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Sunday morning ha’sonnet – “live free or die”

Live free or die
sounds heroic,
but please for my
sake be stoic –
don’t make me ask,
put on your mask.
Don’t choose for me. Continue reading

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no more thanks, I’m full

I’ve been trying to cut down on fatuousness
but it’s not easy this time of year,
as the platter of platitudes is passed along,
oozing with saccharine sweetness.
So with gratitude I’ll load my plate,
despite how hard they are to swallow,
then I’ll wash away the bitter after-taste
with a glassful of gin and bad attitude.

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The love song of the empty red marking pen

I didn’t think I’d be writing anything this week, because I have all the end of semester marking to do and very limited time. But I couldn’t resist having a quick look to see what Eugi’s prompt was when I knocked off for the night – and then couldn’t resist when I saw it was “everlasting“. So here is my response; a homage to Eliot and a cry for help… well, marking support anyway… Continue reading

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Friction does not oppose motion!

You can’t, of course
walk or drive, with
no friction force.
Please tell your kith
and tell your kin:
You can’t begin
without friction. Continue reading

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I’ve told you a million times…

A pedant’s portent (for L, who always exaggerates):

It’s not decapitation
if you’ve still got a head. Continue reading

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attempted matricide

Stepping down, a sudden stumble –ankle2
a hole instead of my stepping-stone!?
A searing pain and down I tumble –
I think I’ve broken an ankle bone!
It’s blue and swollen past tennis ball,
and I wonder, lying here on my side,
when the doctor asks “how did you fall?”
should I reply “attempted matricide”?

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leadership training VI

The last leadership training session was this week, so here’s the (w)rap-up to the series (sing along with me):

I don’t need your SCARF
wrapped around my neck. Continue reading

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leadership training V

This week’s leadership training session was all about how to manipulate – sorry, influence – people by finding their levers, so they are attached to you and the organisation with ‘authentic commitment’. Which of course brought to mind the book of Job, which begins “There was a man in the land of Uz…”. How could I resist such a temptation….

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There was an Institution in the land of Oz,
And that Institution had a Job. Continue reading

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