I’ll be giving advice on the career panel of the Dalla Lana School of Public Health at the University of Toronto on Feb 13. Come for such gems as “pants are overrated”, but stay for the timeless “the best ice breaker is a dick joke.”
Speaking of unsolicited advice, thanks to the audience of the recent UOHS conference for listening patiently to my keynote address last weekend. Here’s a pic of my handsome face. Try to resist my sexual powers. Just try:
And while I’m plugging things (insert “your mother” joke here), I’ll be speaking on a panel at the Interdisciplinary Student Research Conference on Healthcare on March 30. Something about whether drugs are over-prescribed to kids with ADHD. Spoiler alert: yes they are.
If you don’t know (and you should), all my upcoming events and appearances are logged in the news section of this site.
What Else Is New?
So what else has been going on? Well, I’ll tell you. As a fancy pants professor, occasionally I get commissioned by fancy pants journals to author special articles on topics in which I supposedly have some transcendent expertise. One such offer came a few months ago when a journal who shall be unnamed asked me to write an article about a specific ethical question concerning gestational surrogacy. I wrote a very long manuscript to satisfy their brief, and it was sent out for peer review.
Well, 3 out of 4 reviewers thought it was fine and asked for some minor editorial changes. The 4th reviewer hated everything about my paper and wanted the whole thing rewritten. I made what changes I could and submitted the revisions. Well, the journal REJECTED the paper! No request for further revisions, just a outright rejection! Whaaaa?
Anyway, my ego has taken quite the hit, and I’ve shipped the paper off to another journal.
The episode reminds of the time a few years ago when a journal rejected my blinded submission, with one reviewer commenting, “This is a poorly written paper, but its topic is very important. I recommend that the journal commission a true expert to write it. Furthermore, that expert should be Deonandan from the University of Ottawa.”
Um, I *AM* Deonandan from the University of Ottawa. It’s like coming second in your own lookalike contest.
Meanwhile, someone on Twitter didn’t believe that I’m actually a Lord. So I sent them this image of the inside of my suit jacket. Tailors don’t lie:
You know the routine…
Is That All for Today?
I’m afraid so. I’m at the Blonde Girl’s house and we are over the internet data limit, so I can’t do my regular thing of watching endless youtube videos while I figure out what to write next. Instead I have to read a book or something old school.
Admiral Fuzzy Face is not amused: