Laura McKnight

@lauramcknight.bsky.social

former scientist of all kinds, now Senior Director of the Knight Campus Graduate Internship Program at University of Oregon I mostly talk about parenting, pets, and food, but I amplify science and scientists I think are neat [opinions are my own]

At trivia I just said "I know the moons of Mars because Matt Damon used them to navigate to the Schipiarelli (sp?) crater" and I felt like Cher Horowitz saying, "Well I know Mel Gibson and he didn't say that"

Come be our colleague. I have been in this Division for 27 years (4 as a postdoc and 23 as a PI). It is an amazing place to work, collaborate, and be inspired. If you are applying to be an Assistant or Associate Professor this Fall, don't miss this deadline.

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I never get approached at bars anymore. However tonight I brought a book bc I was meeting a friend who is habitually late and 3 men approached me in about 20 minutes. It's like **interrupting me** is the whole point, they aren't actually interested at all they just hate seeing a woman chilling solo

Bluesky people, any idea what this animal is? It was near a creek at work and did seem to have the kind of oily fur you see in aquatic mammals but maybe it was just wet. We have nutria there but I am certain it is not a baby nutria because I have seen those and this animal is such sleeker/skinnier.

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Y'all. I got to see Tig Notaro today which was cool enough as it is, but ALSO she wound up talking to me when she was doing crowdwork! Now I know why everyone sounds so dumb when comedians talk to them in the crowd. I am not destined for the spotlight 🤣

Someone left this on my office door today, just a plain red envelope with no writing, a tiny tarot card, and this note - nothing personalized or hand-written. No one at work knew anything about it, and I'm the only person who got one. A real head-scratcher!

A tiny tarot card, the Ten of Swords. On the card is a body, face down, with swords strapped into it and the ground around it. An accompanying typed titled "ten of swords" has the following bullet points: Change, endings, love. A dramatic change may have just occurred unexpectedly. Trust that the worst has happened. A spiritual death and rebirth is upon you; a metamorphosis has begun. Be aware of manipulation, as you may be especially prone to it right now. What will you leave behind? Who will you become?

The horse op-ed is an instant classic. I can't tell you how much joy this piece gives me. It should be taught in every introductory writing class in no small part because the horse arguments are so compelling. "I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children."

I Work Very Hard, And I Would Like To Try Cake

By A Horse

Hello. I am a horse. I work very hard at my job of being a horse. When humans say move the heavy thing, I move the heavy thing. When humans sit on top of me and pull on my head, I carry them where they want to go. The main food the humans give me is hay and oats. But I am thinking it would be nice to have a different food.

I am thinking I would like to try cake.

Yes, yes. Cake. I know all about it. When humans eat cake, it is in glad times. It is the food for a celebration, such as when a woman becomes 47. I have seen cake on the Fourth of July. When humans have a cake, they stand around it and clap hands and smile and say happy birthday at each other. Sometimes there are beautiful markings on a cake, such as balloons or a pink shape.

Sometimes the top of a cake is on fire and a boy must blow on the fire with mouth wind. This is the scariest cake. I do not want this kind. But I will eat any other cake. Any cake that is not the fire cake that tries to kill the boy.

Please understand: I do not get money for doing work. I do not get to go inside the house. All I am either doing my horse job or standing in my pen or eating food off the floor. I always do these things. But I have never once gotten cake and I would like it very much.

I have noticed that human children get to eat cake. But I am bigger than the children. I am more helpful to the farm. Children do not move the heavy things like me or let anyone ride on them. And yet they get cake. Maybe the humans will realize this. Maybe they will say, "You  know who deserves cake? That horse. That horse whose back we are always on."

Every day I dream about what it will be like if I get to eat cake. Here is what will happen. First, I will walk to the cake and putt my nose at it like hrrfff to make and stomping my hooves to make sure it is not a snake. Then I will trot in a circle to show that I am a horse and I am large. After that, I will nuzzle the cake to …

I'm generally a nice person but if you ask me to explain my NCAA men's bracket choices you will discover just how petty I am (thought prompted by how annoyed I am every time I see the jacket the Alabama coach is wearing)