Lots of work. Last night I had finally reached a point where, basically, I think I've figured out what I know and I've figured out what I don't know. I have figured out plenty of interesting things, but now I need to try to explain the aspects I dont know.
I also am looking to be more creative with broader theories related to my thesis work, something that I for some reason never bothered to attempt, or at least not in a deep scientific manner that is required to do so given the extensive bed of theory that currently exists. After so much trouble dealing with the noise of computer models (though to be fair I think it's remarkable the details that I've uncovered using just a model), I suddenly find myself excited at the idea of just sitting around making up theoretical answers and seeing if there's a mathematical/physical way to explain it. I now understand why theorists can love what they do -- forget noise, just take your pencil and paper, figure out which variables you need, and then imagine an equation that gives you an answer for each variable.
I've been alternating between extremely stressed out and feeling better about things. Right now I'm in the more relaxed state, feeling better about having an interesting -- and now more rigorously characterised (both physically and statistically) -- story to tell. Also, it's really remarkable how much I've gotten done in the past week, motivated by, if nothing else, outright fear. It makes me excited for the future, as I am beginning to rediscover how much I'm capable of when I let my mind go wild.
Ah, science.
In the meantime, I went on a fun date friday night and caught some live music at Toad in Porter Square. It was good fun, though I'm so occupied with work that I can't say I'm particularly invested in dating right now. Otherwise, a dog randomly entered our house yesterday. It turned out to be our new next-door neighbors'.
I also am looking to be more creative with broader theories related to my thesis work, something that I for some reason never bothered to attempt, or at least not in a deep scientific manner that is required to do so given the extensive bed of theory that currently exists. After so much trouble dealing with the noise of computer models (though to be fair I think it's remarkable the details that I've uncovered using just a model), I suddenly find myself excited at the idea of just sitting around making up theoretical answers and seeing if there's a mathematical/physical way to explain it. I now understand why theorists can love what they do -- forget noise, just take your pencil and paper, figure out which variables you need, and then imagine an equation that gives you an answer for each variable.
I've been alternating between extremely stressed out and feeling better about things. Right now I'm in the more relaxed state, feeling better about having an interesting -- and now more rigorously characterised (both physically and statistically) -- story to tell. Also, it's really remarkable how much I've gotten done in the past week, motivated by, if nothing else, outright fear. It makes me excited for the future, as I am beginning to rediscover how much I'm capable of when I let my mind go wild.
Ah, science.
In the meantime, I went on a fun date friday night and caught some live music at Toad in Porter Square. It was good fun, though I'm so occupied with work that I can't say I'm particularly invested in dating right now. Otherwise, a dog randomly entered our house yesterday. It turned out to be our new next-door neighbors'.
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