I haven't met Xena yet, but she's obviously a valued member of the team.
* Locate purple yarn.
* Put on clothing.
* Render my stuff somewhat more comfortably portable.
* Conventional entertainments.
I've been having fun with the little stampy thing that I have in place of pre-printed business cards. I have pages in a little notebook pre-stamped. It's a fun low-tech thing that tends to result in "ooo nifty" rather than making me look like a tool. I hope.
Day was fun. Panels. Crocheting. Dinner. A rapid dash for the BART station when I checked the time. Whee!
commodorified: Ooo err posh
If anyone's interested, it's one of the jasmines I was babbling at kaberett about:
The study has its roots in something that scientists discovered in the 1990s: A small percentage of people are resistant to H.I.V. thanks to a lucky mutation that causes their immune cells to lack CCR5, a protein that gives the virus a foothold. In people with one copy of the mutated gene, the infection progresses more slowly than in those who have normal CCR5. People who have inherited two copies of the mutated gene, one from each parent, are highly resistant to H.I.V. and may never become infected despite repeated exposure.Why a woman who was an award-winning organic chemist left science, and what we can do to support women in science. Lots of good links to follow.
One man, known as “the Berlin patient,” was apparently cured of AIDS after he developed leukemia and had bone-marrow transplants in 2007 and 2008. As luck would have it, his bone-marrow donor had two copies of the mutated gene for CCR5. His immune system rebounded, the virus disappeared and he was able to stop taking antiviral drugs. But bone-marrow transplants are too arduous, risky and expensive to be used as a treatment for H.I.V.
Textbooks don't tell you everything. They don't tell you that organic synthesis has been a cutthroat boys’ club for a century. They don't tell you about the suicides in Nobel Laureate E. J. Corey's group. They don't tell you about flat NSF and declining NIH funding. They don't tell you that you'll never get far as an organic chemist without a PhD -- and certainly not that you'll need more stubbornness than brilliance to get one.In other convalescent news, there has been binge-watching of a TV series called Arrow. I was amused to recognize John Barrowman as a recurring character.
They don't tell you about the grind of the tenure track or the two-body problem. They don't tell you how your boss/academic adviser (your lab group’s principal investigator, or PI) can take advantage of the fact that your visa status depends on your employment to work you harder and pay you less -- that they might delay filing your paperwork as they drop hints that you’re not working hard enough, or just fire you and send you and your family back to your country of origin. They don't tell you about the common perception that a scientist should be 100% devoted to “his” work (or her work, if she is single or has a "supportive spouse," as it's usually put).
Initial thoughts: FFS, why do people* on the internet have to get so damn defensive when their notions of appropriate behaviour are challenged?
(* and I'm sure it isn't solely white people, but y'know, cursory skim-reading and overwhelming majority, etc.)
MetaFilter came up trumps with the most reasonable discussion in the end, fairly unsurprisingly, with many commenters pointing out that body mods are a part of modern queer culture (although I wonder if that may be appropriation in itself - I need to do more thinking/poking Google/research…) and also that simply being aware of cultural appropriation and the history of piercings, gauging and tattoos is - well, not a get out of jail free card, but at least less damaging than just blithely and obliviously sticking needles in yourself because "it looks nice". Or something.
I really should have had a coffee before leaving home this morning…
Less than ten miles south of Los Gatos we hit a bump, literally, in the form of a piece of debris that flew across the highway and went right under the front driver side tire. We pulled off the road at a handy country club literally half a mile down the highway and discovered that the tire was in fact flat; luckily, my friend had a spare in the trunk and, secondary to the horrible not-trip to Austria in January, my dad renewed our AAA membership and sent me my card in the mail, so we only lost about 40 minutes to calling AAA and waiting for them to come change the tire, which they did for free. It was a beautiful day to be hanging out on the side of the driveway to a country club, let me tell you.
When we finally got to Monterey we were starving, but thanks to Yelp we had pre-identified an absolutely delicious vegan Mexican restaurant, and after stuffing our faces, we went down to the aquarium. It was indeed really cool, although the price was not cheap, even with a student discount. But! There were many fish and OTTERS and PENGUINS and PUFFINS, and it was generally really fun and awesome, and I was well-satisfied. Monterey is beautifully located, and the sand dunes and the ocean were beautiful.
On the way back we drove up the bay and through the Santa Cruz mountains, then hit Liang's Village Cuisine for dinner. OM NOM SO DELICIOUS AND SO REASONABLY PRICED. The server asked if we'd been there before (me yes, my friends no), which only later did I realize might be because they may not see a lot of parties of white people wander in, particularly on a Friday night. But the food is so delicious! And then, because it is practically next door, we hit Fantasia Coffee, albeit after a lot of wandering around semi-lost in the shopping center where it's located. But my friend E found a store selling some of the Chinese snacks she likes (she does Song Dynasty-era Chinese history), so even the wandering around wasn't a loss.
After I dropped people off at their domiciles in Berkeley I took the car and went driving aimlessly up in the hills--I went down Marin Rd. in lowest gear because it's just that steep, I doubled back up Grizzly Peak a few times, and then I wound up on Wildcat Canyon Road, up through the houses in Tilden, up Grizzly Peak again and to the Laurence Hall of Science parking lot to look at the view for a while before heading back down through the Botanical Gardens down to the Rim Way and past the stadium before back down into Berkeley proper. It was a beautiful night, the moon at first quarter and low in the sky over the bay, fog lying lightly over the city.
I could get used to this. Have I mentioned that I've been doing really well? I'm ridiculously, ridiculously busy with orals, but my mindset flipped about a month ago and now everything seems doable and mostly interesting and I'm generally in a very good mood. I just wish I could give some of my own recent good fortune and good mood to some of my friends who aren't doing so well.
Tomorrow I get to see about getting the tire repaired at the Toyota dealership, and on Monday I have to do a lot of paperwork and actual work and hopefully figure out why I still haven't been paid for one of last semester's gigs, but still: it was a good day, and a great adventure.
Ten minutes after I get into bed, am awake and restless again, and my brain is going "ooh let's DO SOMETHING."
(and of course I have to be up early tomorrow because rehearsal)
Joaquin Miller Park is one of my favorite green spaces in Oakland and managed by the City of Oakland Parks and Recreation department. Everything in this series was shot on the Bayview trail and though you can’t tell by my photos it was a moderately busy time on the path. Every two or three minutes we were overtaken by someone going faster than we were or someone coming back from further along the trail.
It’s a treasure of a place.
Mirrored from Jamie's photography.
Goodbye old friend ... ReadHere
However, I have to admit that I gave up on my Nook ST about a month ago. It still works as "good as ever" ... and that's a dubious compliment. However, my iPad Mini and "Marvelous Marvin" are an unbeatable combination. Reading is more enjoyable, and that's what it's all about.
I no longer have to go through my list of "thou shalt not ..." to prevent all the troublesome quirks that can befall a Nook ST (too many to enumerate).
So, reading goes on ...
Well, not *nothing*; I have achieved tea. Go, me!
(have not yet given in to the impulse that eating an entire box of Girl Scout cookies in one sitting is also a valid option, mainly because the GS cookies in our apartment technically belong to my roommate and so I can't eat them without asking her even though she mainly got them for people-who-are-not-her to eat)