my f*#king Ph.d

Plotting the developments of the unmitigated disaster that is my PhD... and other random trappings from these northern reaches

Mr. Bernard died on a Monday, at the age of seventy-five, his body wasted. He lay in state for two days in the lobby of the Bernard Gursky Tower and, as he failed to rise on the third, he was duly buried. Mordecai Richler, Solomon Gursky Was Here