It occurs to me that I could use a course in multivariate statistics, and maybe a nice refresher in basic statistics, and maybe someone familiar with the prosecution of complex data sets with multiple regression with whom to consult with so that I feel more confident about my results. Then again, maybe this is asking too much.
Graduate school frequently feels like flying blind. I suspect that this sort of thing should appeal to me, as it has never bothered me to skate alone and in the dark on novel roads. Just as those wild nights, this project should be an exhilarating exploration of the unknown, with each step a perilous and exciting finding, and each mishap a grand struggle to recover from with verve and delight... but instead I feel unsupported and lost most of the time.
Independence is great, but even freedom needs guidelines. Without them, I just find myself free falling.
Nothing stitches a brain back together like two cups of coffee.
Irony is being bitten by mosquitoes while working in a wooden shed that has been riddled by termites... a storage shed that is completely full of pesticides.
It is additionally amusing to note their awareness and acknowledgement of Florida as one of the invasive species capitals of the world. It is a state with many ports which see considerable traffic from the world over. This is where the invasion begins - but not with a bang, or a whimper. Just the steady whine of airplane engines or the gradual heave of an unending supply of container ships. When combined with Florida's steady warm and humid sub-tropical atmosphere, it provides a near-ideal home and inevitable point of establishment for some of the many and diverse things which normally crawl or fly through other more alien skies.