The initial submission didn't cite the crappy Gabor paper, and peer reviewers said that it should.
The peer editor, summarizing feedback, said that the submission was accepted as long as it took into account the peer reviewer suggested revisions.
The submitters don't really care about the paper quality, all they need is the citation. So they assigned the revisions to the lowliest grad student.
The lowliest grad student knows their advisor hates that crapmaster Gabor, so when they sent it to their advisor they asked whether they should cite that paper, thinking they might prefer to passive-aggressively "forget" to do so
The advisor doesn't care about the paper quality (see above) so they just skimmed it and saw the word "Gabor". (alternate hypothesis: they thought this was a great opportunity to troll that crap-merchant Gabor, as well as those useless middlemen thieves at Wiley.)
The peer editor: same as the advisor, they're just doing this for a line-item on their CV.
The Wiley "editor" doesn't even read the paper, they just forward it to the typesetter subcontractors and demand that the submitters pay up.
The typesetter subcontractors don't care, it's all just text to them.
And so it becomes Science, and the writer of crappy papers Gabor is enshrined in the pantheon along with Ea-Nasir and William "I'm something of a scientist myself" Dafoe. Immortality, of a sorts.
he later clarified that he has no say on internships and that he took no offense to her tweets whatsoever. He was providing a friendly warning that he knows the people in charge of internships and that they'd likely take offense to her tweets.
Geez, too bad they weren't on a platform that gave them enough space to clarify. Maybe that was the real mistake.
As for why it subjectively seems to be declining... maybe you know what you're gonna see in New, and so you engage less with posts? Maybe it's time to be more of a poster!
Boston is so awesome. You didn't mention the museums, historical places, concerts, festivals, theaters, hundreds of little cafes and restaurants, bookstores, art galleries, several dozen universities each with events open to the public. Taking the T (public transportation) over to the Boston Common to see what's going on, then walking through downtown, maybe stop at Fanueil Hall for a snack, then go all the way to the North End to a restaurant. Oh gods I'm homesick and I only lived there like 8 years.
In THE DRACULA POLYCULE they woulda just had consensual sex after a nice evening of walking around talking about mortality and colonialism or something. Maybe Dracula woulda taken her on a magic carpet ride in this case too.
“if the sun went out we wouldn’t know for about 8 minutes.”
you might like the first chapter of Iron Sunrise. it's a SF book that begins with someone destroying a civilized planet by causing their sun to explode. not a rare trope, but they describe it in a realistic-sounding way. (the rest of the book is mid, unfortunately)
Nice video, my BFF used to dance around like that sometimes, and I'd be like: do you want me to put some music on? and they'd be like: it's playing in my head...
Best case scenario: