Steaming teabags

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Another quote:

Robert Fulghum: "One of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire-then you have a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference."

I saw it in Friday's Daily Cal in an opinion piece. It really puts things in perspective.

I was telling Ian that I didn't have enough to do and was looking for some sort of weekend job or volunteer position. He told me that I could get $100,000 for donating eggs. Erp? I'm sort of confused...
On the upside, he lent me a spare bike, and it's going to be wonderful! I can go grocery shopping so much more easily and get to places I don't usually get to outside of the stuff walkable from Berkeley. Yesterday I went biking up to Grizzly Peak. Maybe next weekend I'll go to the Marina.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

A quote:

"Life is like a hill that gets steeper and steeper as we age. And then at the end we have to fall off the edge."

-loosely quoted from Prof. Iswar Hariharan during the first cancer bio lecture

Depressing.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

The summer in a flash

As the first day of school is tomorrow, I thought would be fitting to review the summer.

What I learned at Genentech (in no particular order):

How to make a delicious and tasty cappuchino. I gave up on their tea after the first month and got started on their espresso machines. Steaming milk is such fun!

I got really good at opening bottles and holding caps singlehandedly.

How to get along with a Mac. It was a bumpy relationship, but we made it.

Though I already knew this, it was sort of abstract knowledge until this summer: knowing the right people in the right places is just as important if not more important than being qualified.

Miscellaneous: Western Blot, tissue culture, cell fractionation, immunoflouresence, protein estimations, RTQ-PCR, transfection, luminesence assays. I doubt many people care about these, but they're here for my personal satisfaction.

In bio, at least in fields of bio that directly pertain to human health and disease, it might be more advantageous to be an MD rather than a Ph.D.

Though this isn't really at Genentech, I learned it because of Genentech, so it belongs in this list. I can now sleep on public transportation, wake up at every stop, then fall back asleep instantly. It actually increases the pleasure of sleeping quite a bit for me. The part of sleeping I like the most is when I wake up and realize I don't have to be awake, then go back to sleep. It's the moment when I enjoy sleeping the most. Unfortunately, I usually wake up and realize that, darn, I actually have to be awake. Sleeping on the BART was like a wonderful concentrated dose of sleeping satisfaction.

Other hilights of the summer:

Chocolate with Jessie! We made mocha tarts with raspberries on top. It's really tasty and absurdly unhealthy. But so tasty!

I saw Rent with some people from Genentech. To be honest, it was a bit of a let down. The voices weren't as good as the original cast. Apart or with other people they were okay, though. One of them would sing over the other and part of the harmony couldn't be heard or something. Whenever Roger and Mark sang together, it wasn't that great. Mimi was so enthusiastic about dancing she swallowed notes. And she wasn't really that good at dancing. The original Angel was a more believable female. Collins in the original had a better range. Joanne and Maureen were actually comparable to the originals. Mostly, I enjoyed the show for the fact that it was onstage and I could see how all the scene changes and transitions were taking place and the arrangement, expression and gestures of the actors when they were singing. Perhaps the coolest thing is that entire musical ensemble was located onstage underneath a balcony sort of thing, and the director and assistant director were also playing keyboards.

Volleyball tournament at Stanford on the big oval. We did very badly and finished last, but playing volleyball for a day on Stanford's front lawn was quite an experience. It was really hot and sunny, I was really sticky and smelled like a combination of sweat and suncreen by the end, and I still have tanlines on my shoulders as souvineers. Not sure if I really want to repeat the experience. I think I like indoor volleyball more. It's surprising how much I rely on the presence of things like walls and a ceiling to judge where the ball is and where I am. Even when volleyball got moved to a different gym I played worse.

Dimsum and an extremeley long walk in the City with Melody and Taijin. Dimsum was average to good, but a decent price. We went to a place on the border of Little Italy and Chinatown. The name escapes me at the moment. Then we walked to Ghiradelli Square and along Embacadero almost to the Caltrain station. It was a long, hot walk (during the heat wave). I was so happy to be in the City by the water that day. If it was that hot in SF, I didn't want to know how bad it was in Berkeley. And I got to try out my new sunglasses! I think they're the first pair of sunglasses I owned that look remotely close to right on me. When other people wear sunglasses, they look glamourous and cool. I have this feeling that I just look awkward, maybe blind. But not so with these sunglasses. The other reason I like sunglasses is the fact that other people can't really tell what you're looking at. It's more mysterious. Unfortunately, I don't think these sunglasses can do that. But they do protect against all harmful UV rays!

Mom came to visit and we spend a weekend in SF. We walked around the Ferry building on Saturday when there was a farmer's market. SF (and Berkeley too) is such a food oriented city. I think that's one of the things I'll miss the most when I leave. A whole building dedicated to gastronomic indulgence. It makes me smile just to think about it.=) They had good peaches when we were there. Sugarlips was the best that we tried. Then we walked to Chinatown and Little Italy. We had dinner at the Stinky Rose and tried their garlic ice cream. The ice cream...you put it in your mouth..and heisitate, because it's not as bad as you'd expect it to be. The first thing you taste is the vanilla and caramel sauce, then after you wait a bit and those flavors disappear, then the garlic aftertaste comes up and knocks you in the head. But its okay, because it's not in your mouth at the same time as the sweet things. On Sunday we went to the Golden Gate Park and the de Young Museum. The Museum wasn't that great, especially compared to the ones in Europe I saw last summer. It had a lot of modern art, but I really don't get modern art. Why am I paying to see something that my 8 year old cousin could also do? I mean, anyone could paint a canvas a solid color. The first time, it's original and unique, but really, after someone paints a blue canvas, a red canvas isn't exactly inventive. And neither is a blank canvas with a blue border. And lastly, I'd like to mention that though it's very difficult to do, Mom might have exceeded my level of dessert-mindedness.

I think I've written quite enough now. So this is it, the official end of summer. Goodbye summer! I'm sad to see you go.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

An act of kindness

I was on the shuttle that goes from work to the BART yesterday and realized that I had forgotten my wallet in my desk. The person sitting next to me on the bus lent me the money I needed to get back to Berkeley without even hesitating, so a thank you to him. I didn't expect someone to be so trusting of a total stranger.

Monday, June 12, 2006

An assortment of teabags.

Law of Nature #74: If a white shirt and a tomato or tomato based sauce or dish come within biting distance of each other, the white shirt has a tendency to come away with a tomato stain. The whiter, newer, or harder to launder this shirt is, the stronger the tendency is.

On waste and sterility:
When I think about how much plastic is thrown away everyday in a lab for the purpose of keeping things sterile and clean, its just absurd. Plastic dishes for growing cells in. Plastic tubes for doing things to cells and cell products. More tubes to make solutions in. The plastic pipette tips for moving things from plastic tube to plastic tube. Plastic cell scrappers. And not to mention the plastic wrapping that everything comes in. I unwrapped 48 individually packaged columns, each, say, 3 cm. tall, and 30 individually wrapped cell scrapers. And none of it is recycled! None! You'd figure that at least some of it could be recycled or reused. Or better yet, why can't we used glass or steel and just clean everything? Why didn't we come up with better cleaning processes instead of the bright idea of making everything single use and plastic?

Another rant: What is with the people with lights that blink and flash and glitter on their earphones? And always this annoying neon blue.

Today the BART driver seemed rather new. He would call out the next destination the final destination often enough to compete with Oakland airports, "Due to recent sercurity measures..." recording and kept doors open for an excessive time at each stop. He also stopped unexpectedly and abruptly. I stood up right as he was stopping unexpected and in an effort to not fall all over the unsuspectng, napping guy in the seat facing mine, I fell all over the floor instead. Sigh. I am a walking disaster. On the upside, I bet all those people watching got a smile or perhaps even a giggle out of it.=P

Sunday, June 04, 2006

the year in review

Since I update so infrequently over the semester, here it is in review:

Awful time in biophysical chem. The professor was a nice person but a pretty awful professor. He referred us to wikipedia when we asked for notes on electrochem and his handwriting was an almost illegible chicken scratch that you had to actually sit down in decipher. Deciphering his handwriting actually took more effort than understanding the content of the notes. Then there was no book. That is, no published book. Another professor is in the progress of writing one, so we used a draft. Needless to say there are many errors. When terms disappear and signs change in equations, its difficult to figure out how that came about. But it's all over now!=D

The biochem & molecular bio lab class was extremely time consuming, but the last section of the course made it all worth it. The course is divided into three parts taught by different professors. First, there's a section on yeast and genetics, then nucleic acids, then protein. Nucleic acids was taught by professor Duesberg (sp?) who believes that HIV is not the cause of AIDS and that chromosomal abnormality is the driving cause of cancer. I'm still wondering how much to unlearn from his section. The yeast smelled yummy. It was like spending hours and hours in a bakery.

I took a class in algorithms which was pretty good. Met some nice people to study with, which helped a lot. And a CS class with no programming is always good. No debugging!

Lastly, I took a class in language and power which was much much more interesting than I expected it to be. If anyone reading this goes to Berkeley, I highly recommend it. Some of the reading's a bit dense (Foucault, Bourdieu, Bakhtin in particular) but with a few exceptions, the effort you put into it is worth it. Also, the professor does an excellent job explaining it in class.

Other than class...
IM volleyballs -- we made it to the semifinals.
Lab was frustrating and experiments worked once in a blue moon. On the upside, I believe that I have one more experiment left to finish off this project. On the downside, I don't know when I'll do them if left to just the weekends. Also, the postdoc I'm working for is leaving for Yale, which makes me sad.
I have joined the biscotti craze and found an excellent and very simple biscotti recipe. I also found a really good carrot cake recipe, but there isn't much occassion to make it here.
I read the Robin Hobb Assassin series. The first few are really good, but by the last one, you're really just reading it to find out what happens. The characterization isn't as good and the description starts to get boring.

Currently, I am working at Genentech. The rumours about expresso machines on every floor are quite true (at least in the building I work in). Alex says that its a shameless ploy to get more work out of employees, but everyone at Genentech is the sort of person who would work hard regardless. It's just that kind of place. In addition to expresso machines, there is a selection of teas, so I can go in a make myself a cup every morning to wake myself up after the commute. The commute is about an hour and a half on public transportation, and the stop I get off on is one stop away from the San Francisco airport. I may become a suitcase connoisseur by the time I finish this internship. I'll also, hopefully, have gone through a lot of knitting. There's way too much yarn just sitting around the apartment. The view from Genentech is gorgeous. It's right on the Bay and there are tons of seabirds/beach birds around. The cafeterias have huge windows, so you can sit and eat and enjoy the view. One day I'll have to take a camera and take many pictures. All the people I've met so far are unfailingly nice and welcomming. My boss keeps telling me to relax, but, you know, it's oddly difficult to do when your new boss tells you to relax in a new place where you barely know anyone. And how do you strike up conversations with people who look busy all the time?

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

I saw something interesting...

the other day. On warm days, shirtless guys will run around on the Glade playing some sort of sport. On this warm day, a bunch of shirtless guys + one shirted but pantless guy (though he was wearing briefs) ran around playing Ultimate. And apparently, I missed something at the library late last night/early this morning. Fifty streakers in the basement of Moffitt!! There must be something about finals which makes people want to take off their clothes.