My essay is out in The New York Times, and in the process, I got to talk to Daniel Jones on the phone, after years of reading his words and edits. Since then, I have been on the receiving end of so much love from friends, acquaintances, and kind strangers. That has filled at least a few … Continue reading Love and light at the end of the tunnel
I think my life satisfaction this week was the highest it's been in over a year. Very pleased to see that grad school hasn't totally beaten away my capacity for positive emotions. Highlights: Mon: Quiet Lightning reading. Met and read with some really talented writers and had a blast! Talked to people about race relations, yellowface, … Continue reading Highlights of the week: Poetry, race relations, and cat altars
Last night, I went to a vegan Filipino pop-up dinner by Chef Coco with the grad school friend I visited last year in the Philippines. So delicious! (Note: I am not vegan or even vegetarian.) Incidentally, it's about one year after my/our trip! (click on for photos and the real point of this post) After dinner, I … Continue reading Thank you Chicano Batman
"You were born with [an American passport]," my cousin said over WeChat yesterday, "So you will never understand those who desire it so much." I will point out that my cousin was born in Australia and now lives in Makati, the wealthy district in Manila, with two live-in maids. His father, my uncle, is a tenured professor … Continue reading The Improbable American Dream: Independence Day reflections
I've just gotten back from a science communication conference called ComSciCon, started a few years ago by some really awesome astro PhD students at Harvard. I am totally blown away by their initiative in putting together what is now an annual national conference and the crazy amount of time they put into this while simultaneously … Continue reading Back from ComSciCon!
I know a guy who lost his mother in high school, and he is so even-keeled and unflappable and successful, I don’t understand it. Every day, I see him in lab, and I want to ask him, “How are you so normal and functional? Do you ever dream about her? How can you live without … Continue reading grief spasms