You ever ask yourself what you're doing with your life?
I asked myself that every second, as I found myself at the Oakland Airport and now the San Diego Airport?!
Free wireless! Mua ha ha.
What's great about a 3:45PM flight: being able to spread your legs out over the two other seats next to you that weren't filled, being able to choose to sit rows of seats away from the annoying, crying children, and being able to choose the window seat and adjust the cover accordingly.
I tried the Haagen Dasz ice cream as dessert, since I missed lunch. Eating at the airport is like eating at a theme/amusement park: what you pay for is disproportionate to the caliber of the food. Normally, I would enjoy contrast in my food: hard and soft, light and shade, sweet and bitter. This ice cream had all that, and it was an utterly disgusting way to end my meal. That, and it was $3.21 for one bar.
The Chinese crashed their ticketing system when tickets to the Olympics became available online. I think it was 20 million requests within 3 hours, or something like 20,000 clicks per minute?
The view of the Pacific Ocean, so splendid, was marred by the juxtaposition of San Francisco. Although, I could definitely spot my apartment from the airplane since San Francisco looks just like a grid from above.
I never thought that I would enjoy wide streets again. SO good.
This one guy is using the outlet next to me: at the baggage claim area, next to a trash can and a recycling bin. How regal.
Listening to News Podcasts and Nature- oh so interesting while flying. I learned about the Brainbow as well as hearing before otological development actually begins in mice. What else- oh yes, the London police getting a slap on the wrist for shooting a Brazilian 7 times in the head, mistaking him for a terrorist.
11.02.2007
11.01.2007
hella
Even the black crowd uses that word constantly up here.
SfN Conference 2007. I'm so excited. Can't you tell? Flying in, hanging out around the airport (maybe) until 9 PM, then going over to my cousin's place.
Crack may be visiting me sometime next year. I may be visiting her next year since she has a car and a place for me to stay in Houston. Sweet. I can avoid going home, secretly taking the car to Houston, and crashing there for a week or so.
Dr. Nogales, from UC Berkeley, came today to give a presentation about her research. If I had a researcher as a role model, it would be her, minus the thick eyebrows. Foreign accents are much more captivating when used to give a presentation over science. She only talked about microtubules, which isn't the most interesting topic in science, but when she says it with a South American flair- OH MAN. Her overall presentation was excellent: appropriate use of hand gestures, comedy, and throwing her body all over the front of the classroom.
The only thing tacky about the seminar was that the people hosting it bought Dora the Explorer-themed paper cups for people to pour their apple juice in.
She also showed some computer generated graphics of microtubule assembly/disassembly along with the Dam1 ring that wraps around the polymers. What do I need to know in order to produce amazing graphics such as those?
Memorable quotes from the talk: "I always like to have some sex (with my science)." In parentheses because I couldn't hear the last part- just guessing it might be that. Who doesn't like to have sex with their science, ESPECIALLY the grad students. You know who I'm talking about.
Another quote: "cellular matrimony." In reference to the alpha/beta tubulin dimers. Even certain cells join together like a match made in heaven. My molecular composition is condoning marriage?! I'm fighting off that itch as long as I can, although the benefits would be wedding gifts from the registry. Why don't single people get gifts for staying single and not growing up kids who are destined to become obese in this current society?
SfN Conference 2007. I'm so excited. Can't you tell? Flying in, hanging out around the airport (maybe) until 9 PM, then going over to my cousin's place.
Crack may be visiting me sometime next year. I may be visiting her next year since she has a car and a place for me to stay in Houston. Sweet. I can avoid going home, secretly taking the car to Houston, and crashing there for a week or so.
Dr. Nogales, from UC Berkeley, came today to give a presentation about her research. If I had a researcher as a role model, it would be her, minus the thick eyebrows. Foreign accents are much more captivating when used to give a presentation over science. She only talked about microtubules, which isn't the most interesting topic in science, but when she says it with a South American flair- OH MAN. Her overall presentation was excellent: appropriate use of hand gestures, comedy, and throwing her body all over the front of the classroom.
The only thing tacky about the seminar was that the people hosting it bought Dora the Explorer-themed paper cups for people to pour their apple juice in.
She also showed some computer generated graphics of microtubule assembly/disassembly along with the Dam1 ring that wraps around the polymers. What do I need to know in order to produce amazing graphics such as those?
Memorable quotes from the talk: "I always like to have some sex (with my science)." In parentheses because I couldn't hear the last part- just guessing it might be that. Who doesn't like to have sex with their science, ESPECIALLY the grad students. You know who I'm talking about.
Another quote: "cellular matrimony." In reference to the alpha/beta tubulin dimers. Even certain cells join together like a match made in heaven. My molecular composition is condoning marriage?! I'm fighting off that itch as long as I can, although the benefits would be wedding gifts from the registry. Why don't single people get gifts for staying single and not growing up kids who are destined to become obese in this current society?
mishmash
This Asian couple passed me at the bus stop tonight. They asked this girl in front of me how to get somewhere and proceeded down the sidewalk. 10 minutes later, as the bus arrives, I notice that it's completely packed with people and that I had wasted my time waiting.
So I continue walking up 19th Ave. towards my apartment when I notice that I've caught up to this Cantonese/Mandarin pair. I try for the longest time to overtake them on the sidewalk, except they stop to ask me for directions this time. They had an address on a slip of paper to somewhere along the corner of 19th and Taraval.
Since I was stopping there anyway, I decided to walk them up- it was the longest, most awkward walk EVER. Not only were there moments of awkward silence, but when they tried to communicate with me, they would speak in a mixture of Cantonese and Mandarin.
I wasn't sure if they just didn't know certain words in each language or their Chinese was just really bad, but most of the time I was nodding and smiling awkwardly to let the time pass. The things that I got out of the conversation were that cars are cheaper in China right now, America's better than China because of the weather, Biochemistry is a good major, and random Chinese words like 辛苦，厉害，and 变化。
So I continue walking up 19th Ave. towards my apartment when I notice that I've caught up to this Cantonese/Mandarin pair. I try for the longest time to overtake them on the sidewalk, except they stop to ask me for directions this time. They had an address on a slip of paper to somewhere along the corner of 19th and Taraval.
Since I was stopping there anyway, I decided to walk them up- it was the longest, most awkward walk EVER. Not only were there moments of awkward silence, but when they tried to communicate with me, they would speak in a mixture of Cantonese and Mandarin.
I wasn't sure if they just didn't know certain words in each language or their Chinese was just really bad, but most of the time I was nodding and smiling awkwardly to let the time pass. The things that I got out of the conversation were that cars are cheaper in China right now, America's better than China because of the weather, Biochemistry is a good major, and random Chinese words like 辛苦，厉害，and 变化。
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