ALL HAIL THE ROMANIAN.

Yup. Wait, wrong Romanian. Bah

Completely Unnecessary Exercise is completely unnecessary

Or not entirely completely, I guess, but pretty darn close.
Move on, nothing to see here. I hope.
Patience. Goodwill.
And a generous dose of cool, measured irony.

Exercise in Futility

Don't stop to think. Just go. Keep going.
No. That will not do.
Not while you're being rent by increasingly energetic impulses even as the pillars are crumbling into the sea.

Career, Carrera

Inherently unseparable from the rat race. Bah humbug.

Grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.

Science? It's really an art.

There may be falsifiability and the scientific method and all that jazz, but those are only tools. When you have to decide what are the important and interesting questions, how to frame them, how to go about answering them; when you deal with the sheer range of parameters that can vary and have to decide just which of them really need to be controlled; when you interpret the results and build theories upon imperfect, incomplete, noisy data---then there are no hard and fast rules telling you what to do. Only the broad framework of prior knowledge, rules of thumb, and, above anything else, experience, intuition and imagination.
So no, science isn't the same as what might usually be considered the "arts" or the "humanities"---but it is no less of a creative endeavour, and there is nothing mechanical about it.

Fun fact

25ml of the colorless, odorless solution I just made could kill. Hmm.

Chronic uncertainty meets the German.

Really I don't know what I'm doing. Really.

Limerence

"It has no roots whatsoever. It looks nice. It works well in French. Take it from me it has no etymology whatsoever."