Seeking Mentors

Dr. Crazy has an interesting post up today concerning a research breakthrough she just made based on the input of one of her mentors. As she describes it:

I’ve begun reading a book that I never would have read – or maybe I would, but I don’t know how I would have gotten to it given the other sorts of stuff I’ve been reading – that Eminent Awesome Wonderful Fun Mentor suggested when I saw her at a recent conference. I’m not entirely sure how she knew, after listening to me talk for only 2 minutes about NB, but this book? It is so freaking important to what I’m trying to say! It is like the missing link! And it’s not an obvious link – it’s a sort of weird connection to make, if that makes sense – but it’s exactly the way for me to get from point A to point B in my overall argument – something I hadn’t known how I’d manage.

W00T! However, she also concludes that she would not have had this person as a mentor if she had not ceased to have a mentoring relationship with her PhD thesis advisor:

I…wondered whether I would just disappear into obscurity because I was so cleanly and clearly cut off once my dissertation was defended and filed. I mean, what happens to people whose dissertation advisers forget they exist the moment that they’ve finished the dissertation? That’s a bad thing, right?

You know what? In my case, it has not been a bad thing at all. In fact, I think it’s been a great thing. Because you know why? I somehow have ended up with all of these awesome mentors – including people whom I totally admired and thought were rockstars and who I never thought I’d be, like, friends with – who do things like encourage me and recommend that I look at certain books and who do all the mentory things that my dissertation adviser does not do.

I’m not sure why she assumes that had she maintained a close mentoring relationship with her thesis advisor, she would not have formed additional close mentoring relationships as her career progressed.

I remain personally close to my thesis advisor, but have never relied on her for scientific professional mentoring since I left her lab. On the other hand, my post-doctoral mentor is still a valuable source of mentoring, and since I’ve been an independent investigator and faculty member, I’ve sought out various types of mentoring from a number of individuals both at my institution and elsewhere.

In fact, I would say that one of the most important skills of professional scholarship to develop is the ability to seek, find, and enlist a diverse portfolio of mentors throughout one’s scholarly career, each of whom provides a particular aspect of expertise and insight.

There is more cool shit in Dr. Crazy’s post, so go check the whole fucking thing out.

Fuck You, Lady Gaga

Apparently bullshit corporate swill music marketing shill Lady Gaga bullied her way into the Yankees clubhouse after a game this weekend:

Following the Yankees’ loss to the New York Mets on Friday night, Lady Gaga talked her way past security and into the Yankees’ clubhouse. She reportedly met with some players, including Robinson Cano. The media, which is supposed to be allowed into the clubhouse 10 minutes after the final pitch, was held out.

“That was the wrong time and the wrong place,” Cashman said. “It’s been taken care of.”

The New York Post reported on Sunday that Yankees co-chairman Hal Steinbrenner was furious at the display Lady Gaga put on in the clubhouse — dressed in a half-buttoned Yankees jersey and a bikini bottom, she swilled whiskey and fondled her chest, the Post said, citing sources — and that Steinbrenner had permanently banned Gaga from the team’s clubhouse. Cashman downplayed that, but added that the Yankees have other places in the Stadium where players can interact with celebrities.

Lady Gaga is not “edgy” or “bold” or “creative”. Her music is unlistenable garbage that panders to the lowest common denominator of losers who want to feel “cool” while listening to what a bunch of fucking accountants and marketeers tell them to listen to. And her “wild” antics are completely fake corporate marketing bullshit designed to sell cheap-ass corporate crap to rubes and naifs. The Yankees should totally ban her stupid fucking ass from the clubhouse, just for being so fucking boring and predictable.

Wut? II

OK. So you think you know generically what the picture in the previous post is of. Now this picture–taken about 2/3 of a mile north/northwest from that one–is a clue that should allow you to figure out what specific instance that picture is of.