If I had to encapsulate my academic aspirations into a single image, it would be the memory of sitting around the coffee table in the economics department lounge at Carleton, eating my professor’s homemade scones, drinking tea, and debating applied philosophy with professors and students. Read More
It’s not you I want, PSL, it’s what you’re made of. Read More
Always have the ingredients to throw yourself a mouth party.
At the end of my research trip in Sicily, I tacked on a week to check out some things in Vienna. Read More
This week I largely finished with my manuscripts at the Wellcome, reunited with a past professor, and had a fortuitous meeting with a conservator. Read More