#publish or perish

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 3 #publish or perish #man...come on...... #youre gonna make him say the quiet part out loud? rude #that is a face that knows you had Everything to do with allen's death

[thoughtsafter3am]

In fun news, my article was published in Games and Culture yesterday! You might be thinking, “Now, this isn’t what you study, Melissa” and you’d be right. I had the worst case of writer’s block in January and February when I was working on my dissertation proposal. Like “couldn’t write a single paragraph” writer’s block and it was really frustrating.

So, I called an audible at the end of February and just wrote something for fun. I was playing through Horizon Forbidden West again so I figured why not write about Aloy, one of my favorite characters. No pressure or expectation unlike my proposal and this article was the result. Looking at Aloy’s character development and narrative (including that with Seyka which I was able to add in revisions!) as an example of centering women characters’ autonomy and ability to define who they are outside of their relationship to men was such a joy.

I think as academics we put a lot of pressure on ourselves to publish in discipline-aligned journals 24/7 thanks to the “publish or perish” mentality and we forget that we need to follow our curiosity sometimes even if it leads us to something outside our “expertise.” And while this probably wouldn’t count towards publications for tenure, it definitely allowed me to remind myself what it’s like to write just for fun about something I really enjoy when there are absolutely no stakes. I might study education but my interests expand beyond that. We do ourselves a disservice by feeling we need to stay within the boundaries of our disciplines and restricting our curiosity to only that which is publishable in our fields. Not to mention how that spirals us towards academic burnout.

#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #aloy #seyka #seyloy #phdblr #gradblr #publish or perish #academia

[ceevee5]

It feels like we’re lab rats. And we were given the boop to see how we’d react. Now we have to wait for them to write up the results for a journal article and peer review. And then we might get the boop again.

#boop #lab rats #peer review #publish or perish

[sigurism]

John Davis Chandler Columbo: Publish or Perish Dir: Robert Butler

#<3 #columbo #publish or perish #robert butler #john davis chandler #mon trésor #my gifs #my edit #my poor baby

[jacikat]

it’s saturday and i’m reading page proofs when I could be doing literally anything else, on the one hand page proofs are good self-validation, i am going to get a good grade in scientist, on the other hand it’s saturday and I could be doing literally anything else

#academia #publish or perish

[ashleybenlove]

Columbo gets chili and iced tea at a rather fancy restaurant and has to pay $6.75.

That was early 1974 and as of 2023, that would be...

$42.43, according to the Westegg inflation calculator.

#ashleybenlove posts #Columbo #season 3 #Publish or Perish

[ilikebeesandflowers]

Dear autistic academics, especially those who specialize in literature,

PLEASE [re-]read L M Montgomery’s œuvre with an eye to the quirky heroines, and tell me they’re not on the spectrum… Especially Pat of Silver Bush, which I’m reading now: the child has a pathological aversion to change, her resistance to new clothes is discussed in chapter one, and she attaches herself as firmly to inanimate objects and places as to people. She’s tender-hearted and excitable and a big ol’ weirdo, too. See also: Anne Shirley (precocious and imaginative), Emily Starr (faeries, “the flash”), the Story Girl (her special interest is stories, so much so that no one even calls her by her real name)

Bonus!

I don’t see any publications at all linking Lucy and/or her characters with autism, so you can be the first! I would do it but I’m undiagnosed, and it feels presumptuous. And if you do write about LMM, you can come to the annual conference held by the Lucy Maud Montgomery Institute (source: I work at the university that operates the LMMI). PEI is gorgeous in summer!

Love, me

#actually autistic #anne of green gables #lucy maud montgomery #emily of new moon #academia #l m montgomery #PEI #publish or perish #you know you need stuff for the tenure file! do it do it so it #none of my friends are interested in both lit and neurodivergence #still contemplating a lmm fanfic in which she or a character is a tiktoker #she would do numbers

[spockvarietyhour]

One more thing (heh) immediately pegged the apartment stock footage in “Publish or Perish” as having appeared in Rockford (but forgot it was Beth’s place) and I’d like to think these two things were happening in units next to each other at the same time.

#imdb trivia also had it. both were owned by universal #there's also a decent overlap of 70s actors on both shows #The Rockford Files #Columbo #stock footage #Publish or Perish #Chicken Little is a Little Chicken #Danny and Renae watch Columbo #now I can go to bed

[goeswiththeflo]

I'm treating myself to a cider 🍎🍺

Because I'm a coauthor on a paper that was published today 🎉👩‍🔬

And i may never go back and publish the second chapter of my masters thesis (essentially a pilot study for what got published today)

But what i started has continued! And the project is in it's 8th field season, and 3rd generation of grad student

And a younger student recognized my name at a professional conference last month

And oh yeah i guess i have been here a while

So take that imposter syndrome

And thanks Tumblr friends for having been there through the dark nights of procrastination

💙🐋🦐🐳🦭🐬🌊

#marine science #milestones #publish or perish #im a scientist dammit #go me #personal post

[jamradio]

When the paper reviews come in and all the concerns from the reviewers were things about the larger project that you had no control over (and that you complained about regularly in your meetings)

#academia #higher education #higher ed #publish or perish #science #women in stem #women in science

[birchshutter]

The character Shou Tucker in Fullmetal Alchemist shows us the danger of what might come with the pressure to publish academic work in order to survive as a researcher in the current "publish or perish" climate. It is even something that is talked about, how state alchemists has to go through a yearly state alchemist assessment, in order to keep their certification and research privileges. Tucker has a great fear of losing it, since his research so far hasn't been fruitful, and did his experiments out of desperation

#fullmetal alchemist #fma #shou tucker #publish or perish #academia #research #publishing #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 3 #publish or perish #amen #wishing all fellow writers a very Writing Is Exactly As Easy As It Looks 2024

[thoughtsafter3am]

All journals should have to make their acceptance rates public. As someone at the start of their career (who has crippling impostor syndrome as well), I can guarantee you I am not going to shoot my shot at a journal that has any rate under 50% at this point in my career. Maybe 40% if I’m feeling a surge of confidence. I want at least a snowball’s chance in a revise and resubmit.

Like, I am not at a point where I can be choosy or look at stats like the impact factor. The impact factor doesn’t matter if there’s no publication to judge. I just want to know which journals will at least give my manuscript a shot (and the Journal of College Student Development and it’s 10% acceptance rate isn’t it right now, so it’d be great if the internet would stop suggesting it to me).

Why are you hiding this info from us, publishers?!

(Can you tell I’m writing a new manuscript?)

#phdblr #gradblr #academia #publish or perish #academic publishing

[ruburnz]

#riley greenleaf #publish or perish #columbo

[sigurism]

John Davis Chandler Columbo: Publish or Perish Dir: Robert Butler

#<3 #columbo #publish or perish #robert butler #john davis chandler #mon trésor #my gifs #my edit #he's so beautiful #i love him so much #daddy #conradrasputin

[lambicpentametre]

life imitates art

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40103772

T | 1/1 | 1k

Relative newcomer Alina Starkov is cast in The Last Five Years opposite the famed Aleksander Morozova. It hits a little too close to home. 

Nobody knew the can of worms they were opening when they called her up. They were too preoccupied with the chemistry she shared with Aleksander during the first and only project they worked on together almost four years ago now.

Author’s note: This was written as a fill for darklinaprompts on Twitter, and as is usually the case, quickly became long enough to be a fic. I did not edit before posting; all mistakes are my own.

Nobody knew the can of worms they were opening when they called her up. They were too preoccupied with the chemistry she shared with Aleksander during the first and only project they worked on together almost four years ago now. 

It’s a crime we haven’t seen them take the stage together again, all the blogs wrote in the year after the play closed. Starkov and Morozova build each other up and break each other down in ways that cut to the very heart of what it means to love someone.

She laughed through her tears reading that one. Her therapist says she should stop seeking those kinds of puff pieces out, but when she’s feeling particularly down about herself, she switches to an incognito tab and gorges herself on tabloid gossip about the man who broke her heart and crushed it into fine dust.

It’s stupid. 

They’re both very private people: him, from a lifetime spent in the spotlight and a need to draw a line between personal and professional; her, from the nerves of a young woman coming up in the industry alone, with no family and a sparse social circle to fall back on once the wolves descend.

Neither of them told anyone when he slid a ring onto her finger, delicate and golden and just unnoticeable enough that no one would ever think of it. She liked the secrecy then, the stolen looks, the far-off vacations to tiny towns and secluded beaches where they were free to kiss in the open, no worries about what paparazzo might see them, what fans would accost them.

But likewise, there was no one to tell when it all fell apart, ending with his screams and her tears and the beautiful bracelet he bought her for their second anniversary, mere months ago, tossed at his face with the speed and accuracy her high school softball coach drilled into her.

(She saw a picture of him taken three days later, and reveled in the way it bruised.)

So no one knew. Not her closest friends, not his mother, not their agents, no one. 

A secret marriage (non-binding, because they both agreed the piece of paper was unnecessary to show their love, and in the end wasn’t it good she didn’t need to file for a legal divorce?) dissolved as quickly as it formed. His things moved out of their apartment almost overnight. Hers moved out the next week, subleased to a friend of an old castmate; too painful to stay in the place where she could put her legs in his lap and kiss him slowly in the morning, tea brewed sweet and strong on his lips.

She went to London for a while, took a six month contract in Wicked. Something to pay the bills, something that didn’t require her whole essence when she was still in pieces. Comfortable. Familiar.

Except then her agent calls her back to New York and insists that she read for the new revival of The Last Five Years, because Aleksander Morozova has already attached himself to the project and it would be great exposure for both of them to work together again. 

From a career standpoint, she would be stupid not to take it. She loves the music, loves the humanity, and her agent is right: working with Aleksander again would increase her popularity and name recognition. It’s what everyone, fans and critics alike, has been clamoring for since that first play. 

She hangs up the phone and laughs-cries-sobs at the dramatic irony of it all. What was it Jason Robert Brown said? That level of ambition and that level of fear, that jump into commitment, that jump into an emotional commitment made before they’re ready, made before it’s the right time… 

Well, fuck, she knows a thing or two about that. It would be easy to do that opposite Aleksander, an actor who understands her in a way that no one else does, because she has done it.

She gets blind drunk at a piano bar and says yes to her agent in the morning, hangover pounding in her head. 

But maybe she didn’t think it through, because now she must confront all of those old hurts and heartaches, and all the love she used to feel. Instead of tamping it down and hiding it from the world, she has to let it show, and she knows it’s showing on her face. She curses him after rehearsals every day because she still can’t read a goddamn thing off of him, never mind that she was his wife except for her signature on the dotted line for eighteen glorious months.

The saving grace of it is that she only has one scene with him, and it’s so easy to pretend to be in love with him, because she’s never really sure she fell out of love with him. It’s so easy to want a big white wedding with him standing at the altar waiting for her, because even though they agreed, in the quiet rooms of her heart, she dreamed of kissing him before the justice of the peace with flowers in her hair. 

Life imitates art imitates life.

She finishes her blocking for the morning, takes lunch, and comes back to Aleksander working with the musical director. His eyes catch the movement of the door closing behind her, and he stares at her, damn him.

“I grip, and she grips, and faster we’re sliding. Sliding and spilling, and what can I do?

“Come back to bed, kid, take me inside you. I promise I won’t lie to you.”

She has to look away. She forces herself to look away, even as she knows his eyes are still burning a hot path toward her, daring her to glance up.

Alina sits down in a chair in the corner, hiding behind whatever conversation the props master and set designer are having. She shrinks into herself, small as she can be, to secret herself away.

It will be the five year anniversary of their first meeting tomorrow. 

The song Aleksander sings is Nobody Needs to Know.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #alina starkov #aleksander morozova #alina x aleksander #darklina #publish or perish