The following piece from the Atlantic summarizes changes in the last few years in teens’ mental health and links the changes to increasing phone usage… correlation is not causation, but it’s interesting stuff nonetheless:
Happy Fourth of July weekend from the middle of nowhere! (aka La Porte City, IA)
Cards, frisbee, food, bike, float down river, hang out with siblings… good weekend.
This is a post intended for my future self. Everyone else should probably ignore this. It’s my unedited, stream-of-consciousness recall of the weekend.
Hey, I just had another great weekend! I want to write a little about it, not because this weekend was necessarily far better than any other weekend, but just because I want to remind myself of why I’m enjoying this summer so much. It’s piled full of things to do, and I haven’t spent a moment bored yet.
Friday night I went out to NEIU and hung out with a trumpet student there, Katie (and the only trumpet student at NEIU, apparently). We played a couple hours of duets, and I gotta say, I loved being back in a music building. Music people are cool–see, back in high school, I lived a high pressure, high stress, high isolation life. In college, music is what relaxed me. No, actually, it wasn’t the music. It was the atmosphere in the music building, where people weren’t stressed about their grades, or school, or anything but getting good at their instrument and (perhaps even more so) having fun in college. I was jealous of that approach to life, and it helped me relax. Anyhow, after a few hours of playing duets and chatting about trumpet, she had to go cause she was running with a friend… and I spent a while messaging an unnamed person who was worried about another unnamed person.
Saturday was our downtown Chicago trip. I woke up in the morning to a text from Korbi asking if I was down for a run. Of course I was, so we put a few miles in before heading downtown on the bus. After walking to the Food Truck Festival and seeing the very long lines, we visited Giordano’s and got Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Following that, we nearly went to the Field Museum, but then decided to hop on a train and go to Hyde Park, where Liam said there was a bookstore. Indeed, there was a bookstore. From the train station, we walked down a hip suburb street, passing smoothie stores and restaurants and nice houses. Eventually we reached the bookstore, which was several feet below street level. And a pretty bookstore it was. Little 3×5 cards adorned the shelves with staff recommendations, and both tables and shelves of various books were ordered across the little room. After perhaps twenty minutes perusing the shelves, Lauren said something that caused the clerk to say, “oh yes, through that little doorway next to the information desk there are four more rooms just like this one,” which of course was a shock to all of us! We then wandered through the rest of the store, and our already hard choice was made even harder. Finally we picked the books out that we wanted and left.
We discussed going to the CSO concert, but it was sold out (well, only two seats left and there were more than 2 of us downtown). We wandered around the UChicago campus, visited the Oriental Institute (early writing systems and Code of Hammurabi and things were there), and played frisbee. Finally we wandered back to the train station, where we argued about whether Stravinsky was a good composer or not–I argued that it didn’t come anywhere near to the CSO setlist, which included Verdi’s Anvil Chorus. (There was a free Firebird concert in Grant Park) We ended up listening to Stravinsky and Anvil Chorus at the train station, which caused some random lady to come up to us and tell us how great the CSO’s performance of Anvil Chorus Friday was. It was the ultimate “told-you-so” moment–a random person at the train station had said how amazing the CSO performance was and (while that’s not condemning Stravinsky), t’was pretty nice.
Okay let’s summarize the rest of the day quickly. Went to Ghirardelli’s for ice cream, missed the train after a frantic sprint, Trevor scared Korbi by sneaking up behind him, poking him in the side and saying “gimme all your money,” got kicked out of playing frisbee in front of 5/3 bank, went to the World’s Largest Block Party in front of St Patrick’s Church where we played frisbee and people joined in (despite the fact that it was a giant, hand waving, spotlights waving, rock concert) and one was enthusiastic about my UK shirt–said I should go to the Pony Bar where a bunch of Kentucky folk hang out… finally we walked back to Union Station, caught the train, and uber-ed back from the station. Of course, I got to end the night with a run back from the gate, so that was cool too.
Sunday (today) Jackie invited me to go to Starved Rock, so we went there, hiked around with her Husky named Alaska. Following that we went back to the house, dropped the dog, got dinner and ice cream (where, weirdly enough, her mom and sis showed up too), where a magician did a number of magic tricks for us. We then wandered around Michaels and Target before heading back to Argonne, where we wandered around Waterfall Glen before parting ways. I’m hoping to get some laundry and dinner in tonight, but who knows what I’ll actually do. I’m getting sleepy. Tomorrow night I’ll be skipping jazz rehearsal to hang out with Rachel, Daniel, mom and dad! Should be fun–can’t wait! Oh and of course there’s frisbee tomorrow too!
Lovin’ this summer. Peace.
This is a post intended for my future self. I’m not editing it, I’m simply spilling words all over the page. You probably won’t find it interesting–skip it.
Last Thursday, I had the opportunity to witness science collaboration, stress, and ingenuity for 24-hours straight. My supervisor and a couple others had been granted 24 hours on Argonne’s Advanced Photon Source (APS). Their plan had been to use a reactor that had already been fully built to study the structure of alumina as it grew on carbon nanotubes and hydroxylated carbon nanotubes via X ray diffraction patterns. The week before the run, however, it became obvious that the main reaction chamber, a graphite dome which was transparent to x-ray wavelengths, was not going to show up–it couldn’t be found anywhere, and nobody knew where it had been placed. Entonces, my supervisor and another postdoc worked long, frantic hours with the machinists at APS to create a new reactor. They essentially built it from scratch. Of course, that meant all kinds of things could go wrong when they started running it. Indeed, a white substance began to build up on the windows of the reactor as soon as they started running the reactor. It turned out that it was a simple problem of the o-rings not being thermally stable at the temperatures we were using (150 C).
Anyhow, despite problems like this plaguing the setup, data collection finally started. It’s so cool, because a project like this necessitates networking knowledge to get computer controllers hooked up to vary scans and reaction, beam line scientists to ensure a smooth run, spectroscopy knowledge to read the x-rays, mathematical knowledge to use Pair Distribution Functions, and mechanical and Atomic Layer Deposition knowledge to set up the reactor. I witnessed a group of excited, coffee-driven scientists work on a project straight through the night. So cool, I’m like heck yeah, I can’t wait for a future in science!
Rather than writing anything here, I just want to marvel at how language can be used to manipulate readers … cheers
“Demonstrations against Islamic law led to arrests, tense confrontations and physical fights in some U.S. cities Saturday amid several rallies sponsored by ACT for America, which the Southern Poverty Law Center designates as an anti-Muslim hate group.”
ACT for America’s page describing the purpose of the rallies:
“On Saturday, June 10, 2017, ACT for America is having March Against Sharia events in cities across the nation.
This is a march against Sharia law and for human rights. Our nation is built on the freedom of religion — a pillar of our democracy — which we must always respect, protect, and honor. However many aspects of Sharia law run contrary to basic human rights and are completely incompatible with our laws and our democratic values.
We, at ACT for America, are committed to protecting women and children from Sharia Law and its impact on Muslim women and children including honor killing and Female Genital Mutilation. We must ensure that every woman and child enjoy the protection afforded by the U.S. Constitution.”
And, an update in which ACT disavows white supremacy:
“ACT for America cancelled its June 10th “March Against Sharia, March for Human Rights” event in Arkansas when we became aware that the organizer is associated with white supremacist groups. This is against all of our values.
We stand firmly opposed to any actions by individuals or organizations that seek to attack or intimidate based on race, religion, or sexual orientation. Our June 10th nationwide marches are in support of basic human rights for all – and against the horrific treatment of women, children, and members of the LGBTQ community that is sanctioned by Sharia law.”
English is a powerful tool, y’all. Don’t tell me you couldn’t see yourself making assumptions off of just one of those sources. Whatever you do, please don’t kill anyone or promote violence based off of your assumptions. I wish I could see a discourse about Sharia that didn’t include name-calling.
I don’t want to post again about Islam, so I’m updating this post: check out this Washington Post opinion piece about Berkeley’s cancellation of an invited talk by Dawkins, an outspoken atheist and author of The God Delusion (an amusing read, by the way).
I’m at Argonne National Lab right now about to start a summer project in battery research and I stumbled upon this cool video: http://lifehacker.com/test-if-your-batteries-are-dead-by-dropping-them-on-a-h-1630525062 It doesn’t have much to do with batteries in particular; it’s just a cool video that explains why fresh batteries don’t bounce. (Spoiler: the gel electrolyte / inside of the battery has an “anti-bounce” effect.) Enjoy!
Note to self–grades do not define you. Let undergrad give you that well-rounded education, but if you find that area of passion–go pursue it!
As someone who detests interviews, I’m delighted to share this link, which describes “the utter uselessness of job interviews.”
Here’s my favorite quote:
“In the end, our subjects’ G.P.A. predictions were significantly more accurate for the students they did not meet. The interviews had been counterproductive.”
I’ve also taken interviews of a more technical nature than those described here, where I’m asked to solve a problem or spit out some fact (i.e. what’s the length of ethanol in angstroms or how would you separate ______ ). I’d be curious to know whether these are more useful than interviews that simply attempt to “get to know” a person. Furthermore, I’m curious whether strong interview ratings predict future success in jobs that require interview-like situations, such as meeting with potential clients or striking business deals.
But for now, please join me on the interview-hate train.
Update: Looks like Bamba doesn’t read this blog. He’s going to regret his college decision, and I feel for him.
Come on Mo Bamba, commit to UK!
3. We want you here
2. You know you want to be here, wearing a Kentucky uniform, surrounded by wild cheering in Rupp for you and the team
1. Kentucky is going to win in 2018. Don’t you want to be a part of that?
why do i live? what do i want to accomplish before i die? what is my purpose in life?
i came to college trying to answer these questions. i expected to find answers in religion, in god, in friends. and i have found answers, but not the ones i was looking for. yet still i wish to write these answers down… for me, for you, for whoever seeks the same… but mostly for me
some say life is a giant test to see if we are humble enough to accept god’s sacrifice for our sins and meek enough to accept his lordship over our lives so we may reach heaven. some say that life is a giant test to achieve a better reincarnation and eventually reach nirvana. some say life is unexplainable. but that’s not what this essay is about. this essay is about the common longing i see in all humans; this essay is about the human mission called life. i’ve made a few observations in the areas most important to being human–death, entertainment, religion, and relationships–in order to extract the underlying human mission
first observation: human final wishes. i’m young so i will turn to one of the most fascinating books i’ve read, “being mortal,” written by physician atul gawande. among the points he makes is that when we humans die we wish to leave a positive legacy and we treasure most our family and friends. and that doesn’t mean a long list of friends and family. that means the few closest to us: spouse, child, best friend… he also explains how people’s focus shifts from a wide circle of friends and a burning social desire to meet new people to a smaller group of closer friends as we age … more and more as we progress through life, we humans desire a deep shared connection with those we love
second observation: human entertainment. we humans love books and movies that transport us to a different place in spacetime and allow us to relate to characters in that other place. we sympathize with the book thief. we cheer for the scarlet pimpernel. we cheer and cry for anakin. we sob when we witness a character’s pain, and we celebrate happy endings. even philosophical books attract us for the same reason. they cause our minds to rethink some aspect of human existence. we like these books because they allow us to relate to being human, or, more specifically, to link our feelings to being part of something greater than ourselves
third observation: religion and relationships. i’m not writing here about the veracity or lies of any particular religion. in fact, i’ll write here about catholicism, but i’m not catholic. you know that sacred awe you feel during mass when the priest consecrates the host? “this is my body, broken for you.” how about the feeling during a solemn unison hymn? it’s pure awe–awe that we’re here as part of something greater than ourselves. nothing can touch that feeling. even the primary drive for romantic relationships, contrary to popular college student belief, is not sexual feeling, but is that feeling of relationship. we want to relate to another person. we want to experience life with someone else so that every day we feel through life with someone else
final observation: what life is not. there is one famous quote that stands out because it is so “anti” the human experience. “pity makes suffering contagious” –friedrich nietzsche. humans are intrigued by that quote because on the surface it seems like there’s a kernel of truth to it. unfortunately, what’s so sad about that quote is that if you took its implied advice of ignoring suffering you’d miss the entire point of being human
conclusion: the point of being human. we live to sympathize with others. we live to partake in their joy, to share in their suffering, and to help them when they need a hand. we live to have others partake in our joy, to share in our suffering, and to help us when we need a helping hand. in short, we live for shared feelings. we live for that human experience of pity. we live for that human experience of compassion. and we live so we can enjoy life with our closest friends. so in life, yeah, i wanna be happy, and yeah, i wanna be successful, but most of all, i want to be compassionate, caring, and i want YOU, my friends, to tell me when you’re happy, when you’re sad, and to share life with me. Together we make this life worthwhile.