BioMom turned 40 a few days ago and we awoke to find 40 flamingos in the front yard.
I received a negative review from a second rate journal for the fourth time on a paper that I started seriously working on in 2001.
Sometimes I wish that I had a job in which I saw projects from start-to-finish within a period of a few days.
One of the critiques was that I did not have a clear intuitive explanation for one the statistics that I was producing.
Unfortunately, I was unaware of a clear intuitive explanation. I contacted the author of said statistic and recevied the following comment from him:
You are right. [Coauthor] and I could not come up with a clear intuitive explanation like the one for the Dissimilarity index which shows the proportion of one of the groups that would have to shift to make the index show perfect integration. But, in fairness, I'm not sure that the S index, or the other indexes have a neat summary intuitive explanation either.
Too bad I can't forward this email to the anonymous reviewer.
My coauthor and I promptly readdressed the paper and sent it to a different journal.
Oh, and Big grew two top teeth. Painfully, loudly, sleeplessly, they stretched their way into his gums.