I can officially claim myself as a member of the ivory tower elite. At least, that's what they tell me.
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John McKay has been blogging his research on the early days of mammoth discoveries in Asia and it is an amazing read! Who ever said that academic writing has to be dull!?
As reported in the NY Times and elsewhere, an auction of 108 metric tons of ivory took place today in Namibia, Botswana, Zimbabwe and South Africa.
Findings by Daniel Odess, curator of archaeology at the University of Alaska Museum in Fairbanks, suggest that whale hunting dates back at least 3,000 years.
Via a National Geographic research team, we learn that there is still a thriving market for ivory - protection laws and biodiversity be damned.
*secret handshake*
Welcome!
Congratulations!
Congrats!
Congratulations.
With your new god-like powers, how do you plan to remain grounded?
BCH
Erm, I've forgotten the secret handshake (it's been a while), but congratulations anyway!
Congratulations! Now you can get the good tables at restaurants -- reservation for Dr. ___
Well done. Tell us about the experience.
Congrats -- now where? A postdoc somewhere?
Congratulations!
When I finished my dissertation defense, my committe, individually, addressed me as Doctor, shook my hand, and took me out to lunch. I was touched and impressed.
Back a year later, talking with one of my grad school colleagues, he made the comment, "Well, I see that getting the PhD didn't turn you into a butterfly. I guess it turns the world into a butterfly."
Bravo. I'll buy you a beer in Barcelona and compare notes on the handshake.
Sorry, I neglected to offer congratulations. I hope you will, at an appropriate time, become like me, an Emeritus Professor. Life is good!
Congratulations! Quite an accomplishment.
Way to go, motherfucker! w00t!!!
Whatever you do, don't get a postdoc. It's a bottomless pit of despair!
Or maybe that's just me. Anyway, welcome to the club.
Congratulations!
Welcome to the tower, make sure you don't slip on the steps.
Yes, many congratulations.
When he became Lord George Byron at the age of 11 or so, the budding poet told his mother that it was strange but he didn't feel any different. It's like that.
Congrats! Now you get to rela..err, nevermind.
you're awesome! ;-)
I hear the Cabal is sending men over to initiate into the Higher Mysteries. And give the free toaster. They are out of coffee cups.
Congrats on a job well done, or rather on a job that will need to be well done in your future. Ah, congrats to both.
Mazal Tov,Rich! Now you can have as much of Indian Pale Ale as you wish and slip 16 hours a day - ad mea esrim! Mark
Congratulations!!! I think I was in a bit of a depression afterwards myself from the anticlimax and worries about the future but surely you will escape that! ;)
Congrats!
Congradjitations, Doc!