(«At last, he rewrote the intro!»)
You might be here by chance, but you probably know me and I gave you the link in some cunning way («Please visit my website, please!»).
I’ll make this short: sometimes I write stuff and put it here, the older that is, the more ashamed I am someone might actually read it. I don’t remove anything because one cannot simply delete things, it isn’t nice.
If you want to know who I am (in form of myth and hagiography) there’s a page for that too, just like there’s a page to write me.
What are you still doing here? Go!
Maybe it’s an overstatement, maybe I’ve lived in Albion for too long, maybe something else, but I think this story I’m writing down today synthesises Italy (some of it) pretty well. More »
I know, I know, I’ve recently finished my exams and now I’m supposed to write a witty or extremely boring post for the “living the British dream” category. More »
I’ve been keeping myself quite busy since the last post (February? O dear!), for instance I am not only a committee member of 2 societies, but I’ve also started my own!
So today we shall learn how to start a new society at the University of Essex.
WARNING: steps may vary depending on the University and country. The author will not take any responsibility for harm, serious injury, death or ridicule resulting from using this instructions in a University with different rules. More »
«Subjugation of State to Church»
Maybe it’s the British weather, or spending so much time with non-Catholics, but I personally think the independence of State and Church (Article 7 of the Italian Constitution) to be somehow reciprocal: the Republic does not pass laws on mitre height and the Church does not declare anathema on our public transportation system. More »
As I have written in the past, everybody here is always annoying you about having a good CV, which means you’re supposed to work when you’re not in the lab or something…
To work in the UK you need something called National Insurance Number (its friends call it NIN), that is Her Majesty equivalent of our Italian codice fiscale.
This is my personal experience as an Italian student who asked for one just in case he’ll one day find that special someone who pays you in exchange for something. More »
«Have you ever been in love? But, I mean, how do you get that you’re in love, the first time? More »
We might say I am now a veteran of lab work and practicals, or so I like to think after a whole term of lab-coats and gloves.
The lab is made of two rooms in the School of Biological Sciences, top floor. Microscopes have their own room.
The first thing to do when you have a practical is
arrive on time (duh!) and patiently wait until they open the door get changed in one of two rooms and wear the famous lab-coat and the protective spectacles (the ones you got when you arrived). More »
I suppose I should have written this a long time ago…
Anyway lectures were not a all what I expected them to be. More »