psychometrics, qu'est-ce que c'est?
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thou shalt not sit with statisticians nor commit a social science researcher @ocbe.bsky.social owenthomas.no
When patients ask, “What disorder do I really ‘have’?” the honest answer is usually more interesting and messier than a single diagnostic label. I wrote for the @nytimes.com on what I wish people understood about diagnoses and the nature of mental health problems. www.nytimes.com/2026/05/11/o...
Opinion | We’re Thinking About Mental Health Diagnoses All Wrong
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all these universities kept axing medieval history departments as if they thought tyrants beefing with the Pope was going to stop being relevant
If I ever had a DNA editing robot I’d probably name it Gene Hackman as a little joke.
Open postdoctoral position (3-years) in Machine Learning and Computational Biology! www.jobbnorge.no/en/available... Job conditions are great 🏥💶 The scientific environment is top-notch 🧬 Oslo is a fantastic place to live ⛷️🏔️ ☀️ 🌲 Please, get in touch if you have questions
Postdoctoral position in Machine Learning and Computational Biology (296798) | University of Oslo
Job title: Postdoctoral position in Machine Learning and Computational Biology (296798), Employer: University of Oslo, Deadline: Friday, April 10, 2026
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Academics in Assyria in the 7th c BC complain that admin is preventing them from doing research and teaching
pre-writing a devastating obituary for your enemy is god-tier hating of a kind you don’t often see anymore. renaissance haterism. beautiful stuff.
Brittany Trang@brittanytrang.com · 9mo agoA Sharon Begley byline, almost 5 years after her death. Upon hearing the news James Watson had died, a STAT reporter said in our Slack, "I wish I could read what Sharon would have written." Incredible news: Sharon in fact did pre-write a Watson obit. And it is masterful and excoriating. 🧪🧬🧫
Really don't understand how there are people who don't like Irish trad or folk. It's the only kind of music that alternates between making me want to dance, cry, and chase a redcoat over the bog with a pike
Suddenly possessed with an all-consuming desire to learn Appalachian clog dancing. Please send help and/or clogs.