Sunday, October 26, 2014

The Right to Dream

I had big plans for this post.  I was going to talk about how I’m done with standardized testing forever, or how hiking (and really just getting out of MIT for a while) is wonderful, or how I spent stupid amounts of time in lab this week, or how I completely killed my presentation (in a good way).  This was going to be an action packed post.  But it came time to write it all down, and I found that I didn’t really feel like writing any of those things.  There are a lot of things I’m writing this week- I’m drafting the Results section of my ‘thesis’ (in quotes because it’s a culminating paper, but not technically a thesis), and I really, really need to get a draft of my Statement of Purpose down.  So when it came time to write about myself (again) I wasn’t really keen on the idea. 

While I was procrastinating, I decided to do my Spanish homework.  This week, we’re going to be discussing a piece of writing by Eduardo Galeano, an Uruguayan journalist and writer.  The piece is an excerpt from a larger work, and it’s titled “El Derecho de Soñar”, or “The Right to Dream”.  I really don’t feel like putting my own words down on paper right now, so instead, I’m going to give you some of my Spanish homework.  I’ll copy the Spanish below (because works should be read in their original language, if possible) and then I’ll translate it, which is a portion of my homework for the week (but you should probably read a professional translation also, if possible, because I’m not great at translations (There's also a video here of the author reading the piece, if you'd like to listen to it in Spanish)).  I’m not sure how I feel about the entire piece, but parts definitely resonated with me.  There are some very powerful things that Galeano says, even if they are mildly controversial.  And honestly, art should be a little bit controversial.  There’s a great quote by Cesar Cruz that says, “Art should comfort the disturbed, and disturb the comfortable”.  So, without further ado, here’s a dose of comfort or disturbance for your week:


El Derecho de Soñar

Eduardo Galeano
(Patas arriba: la escuela del mundo al revés, 1998)

Vaya uno a saber cómo será el mundo más allá del años dos mil. Tenemos una única certeza si todavía estamos aquí, ya seremos gente del siglo pasado y, peor todavía, seremos gente del pasado milenio.

Pero aunque no podemos adivinar el mundo que será, bien podemos imaginar el que queremos que sea.

El derecho de soñar no figura entre los 30 derechos humanos que las Naciones Unidas proclamaron a fines del 1948, pero si no fuera por él, el derecho de soñar, y por las aguas que da de beber, los demás derechos se morirían de sed. Así que vamos a delirar, deliremos por un ratito.

El mundo que está patas arriba se pondrá sobre sus pies.

En las calles, los automóviles serán pisados por los perros.

El aire estará limpio de los venenos de las máquinas y no tendrá más contaminación que la que emana de los miedos humanos y de las humanas pasiones;

La gente no será manejada por el automóvil, ni será programada por la computadora, ni será comprada por el supermercado, ni será contemplada por el televisor;

El televisor dejará de ser el miembro más importante de la familia, y será tratado como la plancha o el lavarropas;

La gente trabajará para vivir, en lugar de vivir para trabajar;

En ningún país irán presos los muchachos que se nieguen a hacer el servicio militar, sino los que quieran hacerlo;

Los economistas no llamarán nivel de vida al nivel de consumo, ni llamarán calidad de vida a la cantidad de cosas;

Los cocineros no creerán que a las langostas les encanta que las hiervan vivas;

Los historiadores no creerán que a los países les encanta ser invadidos;

Los políticos no creerán que a los pobres les encanta comer promesas;

El mundo ya no estará en guerra contra los pobres, sino contra la pobreza, y la industria militar no tendrá más remedio que declararse en quiebra por siempre jamás;

Nadie morirá de hambre, porque nadie morirá de indigestión;

Los niños de la calle no serán tratados como si fueran basura, porque no habrá niños de la calle;

Los niños ricos no serán tratados como si fueran dinero, porque no habrá niños ricos;

La educación no será el privilegio de quienes puedan pagarla; ni la policía será la maldición de quienes no puedan comprarla;

La justicia y la libertad, hermanas siamesas condenadas a vivir separadas, volverán a juntarse, bien pegaditas, espalda contra espalda;

Una mujer, negra, será presidente de Brasil y otra mujer, negra, será presidente de los Estados Unidos de América; y una mujer india gobernará Guatemala y otra, Perú;

En Argentina, las locas de Plaza de Mayo serán un ejemplo de salud mental, porque ellas se negaron a olvidar en los tiempos de la amnesia obligatoria;

La Santa Madre Iglesia corregirá algunas erratas de las piedras de Moisés. El sexto mandamiento ordenará: "Festejarás el cuerpo".

El noveno, que desconfía del deseo, lo declarará sagrado.

La Iglesia también dictará un undécimo mandamiento, que se le había olvidado al Señor:
"Amarás a la naturaleza, de la que formas parte".

Todos los penitentes serán celebrantes, y no habrá noche que no sea vivida como si fuera la última, ni día que no sea vivido como si fuera el primero.”


The Right to Dream

Eduardo Galeano
(Upside Down: A Primer for the Looking-Glass World, 1998) 

One may want to know what the world will be like after the year two thousand.  The only thing we know for certain is that if we are here, we will then be people of the past century, and worse still, people of the past millennium.

But even though we can’t know what the world will be like, we can imagine well what we want it to be like.

The right to dream didn’t feature among the 30 human rights that the United Nations declared at the end of 1948, but if it weren’t for this, the right to dream, and for the water that it gives them to drink, the other rights would have died of thirst.  So if we’re going to dream, let’s dream for a bit.

The world that is upside down will be above its feet.

In the streets, the cars will be crushed by dogs.

The air will be clean of the poisons of the machines, and it will not have the contamination that emanates from the fears of humans and from human passions;

People won’t be driven by automobile, nor will they be programmed by computers, nor will they be bought in the supermarket, nor will they be watched by the television set;

The television will be cease to be the most important member of the family, and will be treated like the iron or the washing machine;

People will work to live, rather than living to work;

In no country will those who refuse military service be forced to do so, unless they want to do it;

The economists will not refer to the standard of life as the standard of consumption, nor will they refer to quality of life by quantity of goods;

The cooks will not believe that the lobsters enjoy being boiled alive;

The historians will not believe that countries enjoy being invaded;

The politicians won’t believe that the poor enjoy eating promises;

The world will finally not be at war against the poor, but rather against poverty, and the military industry will never again need to have a remedy for declaring bankruptcy;

No one will die of hunger, because no one will die of indigestion;

The children in the street won’t be treated as if they were trash, because there will not be children in the street;

The rich children will not be treated as if they were money, because there will be no rich children;

Education will not be a privilege of those who can pay for it; nor will the police be a curse for those who cannot buy them;

Justice and liberty, Siamese twins condemned to live separately, will be together again, stuck together, back to back;

A woman, black, will be the president of Brasil, and another woman, black, will be the president of the United States of America; and an indigenous woman will govern Guatemala, and another, Peru;

In Argentina, the crazy ones of the Plaza de Mayo will be an example of mental health, because they will refuse to be forgotten in times of compulsory amnesia;

The Holy Mother Church will correct some of the errors on Moses’ stones.  The sixth commandment will order: “Celebrate your body”.

The Ninth, which declares desire untrustworthy, will celebrate it.

The Church will also declare an eleventh commandment, for those who have forgotten the Father: “Love the natural world, of which you are a part”.

All of the penitents will be celebrated, and there will not be a night that is lived like it is not the last, nor a day that is lived as if it were the first.

Monday, October 20, 2014

The First of the Lasts

Let me preface this by saying that I was pretty much the queen of procrastination this week. I went through a number of ways to write this blog post, including but not limited to, recording my presentation for class and posting that as my blog post, summarizing each day of the week, and even going so far as to download and set up the dictation application for my computer which I'm actually writing this with.

This week’s procrastination was interesting in that it was actually sort of productive. For instance, I can now talk to my computer and have it write pretty much exactly what I'm saying, which is all kinds of cool. And now I know how to record presentations for when I eventually finish with the one that I'm currently writing. I procrastinated on other things this week, like actually writing my presentation, but I generally procrastinated by doing other work so I guess that's a plus.

But this isn't really a post about procrastination. Instead it's kind of a post about the bittersweet nature of losing things. Obviously I still have several months to go before I graduate. But this weekend was the first time that I really experienced something that will probably be a last.

This weekend was the Head of the Charles. I think I've told everyone I know that this is my favorite regatta. I was sitting at the start line volunteering this weekend- backup timing, just like last year- and the other volunteers and I were discussing what our plans were for the next year. Of course my plans at this point largely consist of grad school, so we were discussing where I would be next year. At this point I've come up with a list of schools that I'm applying to so I know more or less what my options are. But I hadn't realized, for some reason, that none of them are in the Boston area. The direct result of this is that I ill likely not be in Boston next year for the Head of the Charles.

As I thought about that fact in between the craziness of timing several boats across the start line for 15 minute periods, I was sort of reminded of all of the other things that I won't have next year. Which was not the happiest topic to be thinking about. :P the one that really struck me of course was the Head of the Charles. Although it's been almost 2 years since I stopped rowing, I still really miss racing. And somehow that's never clearer than when I'm watching boats at the Head of the Charles. I think it's a combination of the fact that the Head of the Charles is my favorite regatta and the fact that the racing there is just incredibly competitive. People from literally all over the world come to row this course. And knowing that I got to do that every day and gave it up willingly is occasionally hard to stomach.

I know, of course, that rowing was becoming a time suck and I needed to stop. That doesn't really change the fact that rowing was pretty much how I defined my life for five years. It's kind of like getting out of a long-term relationship I think. They say that for long-term relationships you need at least half the time of the relationship to get over it. Given that metric, I've still got about six months to go. At the same time I think rowing might be something that I don’t ever really get over.

We watched a movie in Spanish this weekend where the criminal was caught based on the fact that he couldn't give up his passion for soccer, even though he changed the rest of his life when he went into hiding. I think rowing is like that for me. You can change almost everything about yourself, but it's hardest to change your passions on a whim. Your passions highlight the truest portion of yourself, maybe the portions you would rather not have highlighted. However, when you boil it down, passions are what make us us.

I think I got sort of off-topic on this post. Honestly it was more thought dump than anything. The point I was trying to make is that I had my first real ‘last' of the year this weekend and it hit me kind of hard. In last year's post about the Head of the Charles, I said that I would row that race again regardless of what it took. While I like the idea, it's kind of impossible to know what's going to happen in the future. On some level I need to accept that my participation in this year’s regatta might be the last time I actually see or do anything with the Head of the Charles.(Side note, my dictation software just substituted chuckles for the word Charles, which I found highly amusing).

There will be lots more lasts this year. Hopefully, there will also be a lot of firsts. Since I'm not a fortune teller I have no idea what's coming. All I can do is work, try not to stress out  too much, and really enjoy things like my dictation software that show how much  we’re really living in the future. (Or that try to show us that at least… I think the unedited version of this document might actually be better than the edited version in that it makes pretty much no sense. It's better than some of the old dictation I've seen but it's still pretty bad. Maybe next time I'll try this again and put up two versions of my post and let you decide for yourself whether not dictation works. :P)

That's it for now since I need to go finish the presentation I was thinking of posting this week, which obviously didn't happen… see you all next week!

XOXO,

Alycia

Monday, October 13, 2014

Busy, Busy, Busy!

[Author’s note: If possible, the title to this post should be read in the voice of the evil magician from Frosty the Snowman, because that’s how it played out in my head when I was writing it.]

You may recall that there was a time at the beginning of last year when I was bemoaning my lack of actual work.  Let me tell you, if that version of myself were sitting here right now, current me would slap past me upside the head.  The past week was mildly exhausting.  I would say it’s a good thing I had a three-day weekend to make up for it, but I spent most of that three-day weekend asleep as I tried to catch up on the lack of sleep that piled up last week.  My (brilliant, yet decidedly unrealistic) plan for the weekend was to get ahead on my work so that this week wasn’t so stressful.  That didn’t really happen (I’m sure this comes as a surprise only to me... hope springs eternal or something like that).

Because I’m still not done with my work for the next week and I need to write something slightly more scientific for tomorrow, I’m going to just give a recap of the week (along with a bit of why I didn’t sleep (it’s completely my own fault/lack of time management)).

As per usual, the vast majority of my week was spent in lab.  Monday was relatively chill, since I was more or less just starting things for the week.  Tuesday was similarly sedate, although it did require a bit of maneuvering as I tried to get everything done to a point where I could leave lab for 15 minutes to go have a meeting with my professors for Project Lab.

Things went downhill on Wednesday.  Or rather, on Tuesday night, I guess.  On Wednesday, I had a Spanish exam, a meeting with a professor to discuss grad school, and I foolishly volunteered to present the paper for 7.31 (which is the class where we just discuss papers).  I spent most of Tuesday night (read: until about 3 am) prepping my presentation of the paper.  This, of course, meant that I had very little time to actually study for my Spanish exam.  My plan was that I would study for it during the 5-10 minute breaks that randomly occur throughout my day in lab.  But then my grad student got sick.  So I ended up having to finish up some of his work for him, and the 5-10 minute breaks kind of evaporated before my eyes.  It ended up okay- I think I was able to cram enough knowledge of the Spanish language into my head for the test to not be a complete failure.  But Wednesday was a day of running around like a crazy person.

Thursday, similarly, was spent running around crazily.  For my class on Thursday, we had to read two scientific papers and comment on the relative merits or downfalls of the way they were written.  Normally, this would be fine, but I was so wiped from running around in lab on Wednesday that I came home and took a two hour nap, meaning that I didn’t get started on critiquing the papers until about 10 pm.  Scientific papers are great in that they impart a lot of information in a relatively short space.  That also makes them completely impossible to skim though, so reading one and really understanding it takes at least an hour, if not more.  And I was tired, so it was definitely taking more. 

I was up until about 3 am critiquing papers, at which point I decided that my spelling had gotten bad enough that it was taking me longer to type the sentence than to actually come up with it, and I should probably sleep for a little bit at least.  I had intended to sleep until 7 am and get up to finish critiquing the papers.  Unbeknownst to me, the cell phone that my sister had handed-down-to-me (just that weekend, so I hadn’t had time to explore it) had special settings for the alarms, so that they would only go off on Mondays and Wednesdays.  As a result, I slept until 8:34. 

I generally try to be in lab by 9 am, meaning that I need to leave by about 8:50 am.  This would have been a totally manageable thing to do, except that Thursday morning was the day that I was taking my senior portraits.  So I had to get up and do my hair rather than pulling it into my usual severe bun, and I had to put on nice clothes rather than my usual jeans and a t-shirt.  Let me tell you, nice clothes always take longer than you think they’re going to take.  I don’t know what it is, maybe they’re magic.  But they always seem to take much longer than they should.

I somehow made it to lab by 9:15 and by some miracle of craziness was able to time everything properly such that I would be able to leave everything running for an hour and a half while I went all the way across campus and back to get my pictures taken and go to my appointment for flow cytometry (the thing that counts the number of fluorescent cells).  And then when flow cytometry was done, I had to come back to complete the protocols that had been running while I was running all over campus doing things.  You may recall that I didn’t finish critiquing my papers because I overslept... that happened in 5 minute spurts while I was waiting for results.  I managed to finish the last critique about a minute before class started, which was cutting it way too close. 

Luckily, I don’t have class on Fridays, so I was able to take a nap on Thursday evening without feeling too guilty about it.  I spent Friday taking care of the utterly ridiculous number of cell samples that I’m growing, and then going to lab meeting.  Lab meeting was something of an adventure because my PI was about 40 minutes late... she was at a birthday luncheon for another professor, and it ran long.  Overall, Friday was much more sedate than any of the other days that week.  I was kind of falling asleep during my 10pm to 1am desk shift, but other than that it was a reasonably doable day.

On Saturday, I went shopping with some friends to try to find some professional clothes.  I was looking for blouses, but didn’t really find anything.  I did find a nice blazer though, which kind of makes up for the lack of blouses.


Sunday was spent alternately napping and trying to do my Spanish homework.  Eventually I gave up on the Spanish homework and just slept, because I was kind of ‘pooped out’ as my grandma would say.  And today, Monday, was Columbus Day, which I spent sleeping and then trying to do homework again.  Which is what I need to go do now- I have a draft of the Introduction to my thesis due tomorrow, and it’s refusing to write itself.  Until next week!

Monday, October 6, 2014

Happy Things, Part Three

[Re: The title of this post-- there were not technically parts One or Two of a Happy Things post.  But this is the third list of happy things (I think) so that’s my title and I’m sticking to it. See below for an explanation of the fact that English isn’t working right now. Also, this is my 50th post on this blog (obviously I didn't do very well at writing every week). So yay for that!]

I can’t possibly top last week’s post in terms of thinky-ness, and my brain is much too full of other things I’m concerned with to even try to top last week, so that’s not going to happen (I’m about 95% sure that sentence made no sense... I’m trying to say that this post isn’t going to be nearly as thoughtful as last week’s. Okay. My brain is more or less back online).

I think it’s time for a list of happy things again, because I’m in need of a small de-stressing solution at the moment and happy things are fun. My brain seems to have forgotten how to write English well. I’m going to apologize now- the English thing really isn’t working. I don’t think it’s going to get any better. I keep forgetting what I'm doing and thinking in Spanish (Which is working surprisingly well, albeit with horrendous grammar errors). My brain is a bit fried, for no good reason. Okay, happy things. Here we go.

1.    Cookies! (And brownies and more cookies...)
I made both brownies and cookies this week.  The brownies were because I never bring anything into lab, and I decided that I should make something for people to eat.  They were from a box, but they were very well received.  I also had what was quite possibly the best brownie of my life (I didn’t make this one though).  It was ridiculously fudgy, and had walnuts in it, and was far too rich. But it was delicious, and I was in a chocolate mood, so it hit the spot.  I also made cookies which were well received. The recipe said it would make 60 cookies- it probably made closer to 80. It’s a good thing that I didn’t double the recipe like I was planning to...

2.    Birthdays!
One of my friends had her 21st birthday this week.  As a result, I have a new restaurant that I’m dragging people to when they come to town: The Painted Burro.  The chips and salsa that they serve are the closest I’ve ever come to finding fresh chips and salsa that rival those from El Pollo Loco in Palm Springs.  The nachos were also fairly amazing.  Basically, I’m totally down to go out to dinner with whomever comes to town. 

3.    Brains!
One of my classes was talking today about the development of human brains.  It turns out that we have so many brain cells that our brains have to fold into themselves to make more surface area for the cells to grow.  As a result, our brains have the characteristic foldy/wavy shape that you probably all know (but here’s a cartoon for reference)

  

In comparison, mice have far fewer brain cells than we do, so their brains are smooth.  This is probably slightly less cool than I actually think it is, but the lecture made me happy about the fact that I’m a Bio major, because I get to learn a bunch of cool things like this without the horrible evil math that accompany the cool things in bioengineering.

4.    Weather
Boston weather has been totally random for the past week... we’ve had rainy days and 80°F days and days that had lows in the low 40’s.  Yesterday though, was completely gorgeous.  It was about 65°F and sunny, and it was more or less my perfect weather.  It was jeans and a sweatshirt weather, which I love for multiple reasons.  Mostly, it was because it’s the kind of weather that lets you be cozy if you want to be, but you can also go out in a t-shirt and jeans and be totally fine.  It also came after a few days of horrible, cold, rainy weather, so the sun was definitely welcome.

5.    LAB
Lab was completely and totally the best thing about this week, and I can’t believe that I forgot about it until the last thing.  We’re knocking down genes in cells right now, which means that the genes won’t be expressed in those cells. (So, for instance, if you had cells with a gene that expresses green light and you knocked down that gene, the cells would no longer express green light.)

The method we’re using to knock down genes involves building viruses that will infect our cells with a piece of DNA that will knock out our genes of interest.  Building viruses is incredibly cool, but also incredibly hazardous, especially since we’re trying to knock down the genes that allow us to repair DNA damage caused by UV light.  There was a lot of bleach used this week as we disinfected everything that could have possibly gotten a virus on it.

Lab this week also resulted in the solution of the mystery of the DNA stuck in the wells!  There’s still a tiny bit of DNA stuck in the wells of my gel, but significantly less than there was previously, and I ended up getting about 10 times as much DNA out as I had before, which was exciting.  I may have done a small dance in lab when I got the results back.



I think that’s about all I have time for today- I have to go write a section of my thesis to turn in a draft of it tomorrow, and I need to read and critique three scientific papers, and I have to study for my Spanish exam.  And I have to do a bunch of other random things to get ready for the remainder of the week and just for life in general.  Yay fun times!