Well guess what, ha, ha! I woke in in Flagstaff this morning and realized that the mini-burgers I had eaten the previous evening had been a mistake. A bad bad mistake. I stopped off to visit every gas station bathroom between Flagstaff and Holbrook, wondering if I was actually going to remain conscious all the way home, and learning many amazing an unexpected things about what my digestive tract is physically capable of. Fortunately, the absolute worst was over by the time I got back.
I'm currently working on some ruminations on Upper Triassic biostratigraphy inspired by the Rayfield et al. (2009) paper in the last JVP, which is a good jumping off point for getting a couple dissertation chapters whipped into shape.I also encountered this phenomenal motivational poster, giving me another reason to work on pseudosuchians:
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For reasons obvious to us I am very glad that your digestive tract was improved by the time you got back to Holbrook!
Between the food poisoning and the 65 MPH winds I'll bet your Flagstaff trip was literally a 'blast'.
At least you didn't have to sleep on themuseum collection room floor.
You know what? That "motivational" poster reflects EXACTLY how I felt after taking higher vert paleo with Larry Martin.
Hey, Jeff,
Why are you writing dissertation chapters? I thought you were done with all that.
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