Monday, January 19, 2009

MLK, Inauguration

These next two days are seriously Black Power days.  Today is MLK day, and my university is more closed than it's been due to winter break.  Tomorrow is the inauguration, and I will be damned if I am going anywhere by car or public transportation.  

Aside from America being supposedly "done" with outwards racism (which we know is total bullshit), and our decades-long period of collective white guilt being over, its an excuse for DC to throw a party.  You know, I never felt guilty about being white for several reasons.  Number one, my people weren't deemed "white" enough for the Nazis or the KKK.  Number two, more than 50% of my relatives were trying to evade people who actively were trying to exterminate then in Poland and Russia during slavery and the decades after.  Number three, over 75% of my family was killed off during the Holocaust for being Jews.  At least the slaves were deemed more useful alive than dead.  Number four, many of my family members were turned away from universities because of the "Jew quota."  The universities decided there were too many Jews graduating.  Despite this, several of them got in anyway because they were just THAT badass.  Then there were the kids in the playground who I beat the shit out of for calling me a dirty Jew or a kike.  

Long story short - too late - I never felt guilty for being white or privileged because we've worked our asses off for every stupid little thing we've ever wanted - like that whole staying alive thing.  But the upshot to it all is that I really get why American blacks are so tickled by Obama's presidency.  He's one of their own.  And they should be as happy as they are because it's essentially a guarantee that the man in charge will not do anything to specifically hurt them.  For a group that's been persecuted and held down for no reason other than their skins' melanin content, they absolutely should be celebrating.  

That being said, the Jews have been in the US longer than African Americans, and we haven't had a Jewish president.  I'm not sure if that's because of the constant anti-Semitic buzz that's emitted worldwide from any number of countries - developed, developing, or otherwise - or because the Jews are smart enough to say, "Oh, hells no.  Why would I bother with that shitty job?"  

It would be interesting to have a Jewish president.  Not in terms of religious solidarity, but more in terms of philosophy.  The reason I say this is that Judaism is possibly one of only two religions that does not condone dying in the name of religion - there are no Jewish martyrs - or killing others again in the name of religion - there is no jihad or any loopholes for a "crusade."  Also, it dictates that if you can save your own life and/or the lives of your family by pretending to not be Jewish, you should do so.  There's an incredibly high value placed on human life, more so than any other religion out there.  The fallback Jewish toast is l'chaim, or "to life."  Also, it holds questioning even the most erudite of Jewish scholars by the most uneducated person as perfectly acceptable.  Funny story about this; there are strict sects of Judaism that do not allow women to become rabbis, but the Reform movement is more accepting.  When they first allowed a woman to become a rabbi, the leaders of the more strict sects said a woman belongs in that job like an orange belongs on a Passover Seder plate.   (There's no orange on a Seder plate.)  So people started putting oranges on Seder plates to thumb their noses at the establishment.  My point is along with a very high value on life, there's also a very high value on thinking, questioning, and arguing.  To achieve the end of built-in curiosity, there's ritualized questioning in the Passover celebration, to be done traditionally by the youngest member of the family.  The last point I want to make is it's the only Judeo-Christian religion that sees sex as an unequivocally good thing.  There is even a small by-the-way that states that even sex out of wedlock is ok in the presence of true love.  I've always been impressed by that, personally.  There are more reasons why I think it would be healthy for the nation to have a leader that identifies with Jewish philosophy, but those are my personal top three: high value on life, learning, and humanity.

Judging by the way the reporting for the most recent Arab-Israeli conflict is panning out, I tend to believe the lack of a Jewish president or VP is a result of anti-Semitism.  Why have so few Israeli civilians been killed?  Because the government encourages building bomb shelters and making sure every civilian has a gas mask. I have pictures of my aunt, grandfather, and cousins sitting in their bomb shelter in their pajamas all wearing gas masks because the air raid sirens went off in the middle of the night.  The Israeli army doesn't set up missile/mortar launching sites adjacent to hospitals or schools, which is unfortunately what Hamas does.  It's really quite awful.  If you're a reporter, are you going to report a functional government taking care of its people in the face of explosives falling from the sky?  Of course not.  You're going to go to the wretched masses moaning in the streets, whose government uses them as pawns to achieve their end of destroying Israel.  The human-interest stories sell.

And it kills me, reading these articles that focus on "What's wrong with the Israelis?  Only eight missiles fell today!  Why don't they stop shooting?  They're so belligerent."  I love it.  Only eight.  Can you imagine the US' reaction if even one missile made its way from Canada and landed in NYC?  Never mind our government, how would you react if even one missile hit your town?  Would you want the government to sit by passively, or would you want them to step up, fight back, and make it stop?  

It's funny.  The Arabs and the Jews were totally cool with each other before England came in and fucked it up.  The Brits promised the world to both groups, couldn't deliver, washed their hands of it all, and left, leaving the dirty brown desert people to fight it out amongst themselves.  And so it rages on.  I think the world is scared of Israel.  It's populated primarily by one of the most hated-on groups in the world (the Jews) who have been the victims of attempted genocide since the beginning of their existence.  Everyone's ok with it, everyone likes the Jews, as long as they're the short, scrawny, glasses-wearing kid with the big nose, who the all-American nice guy can protect to score points with the hot chicks in the schoolyard in return for the answers to last night's algebra homework.  

But while no one was looking, the Israelis got stronger.  They ordered fighter jets from the US, sure, but they requested them with their own modifications, and pretty soon the US was buying from the Israelis.  You know that kid?  The really nice little one who was stuffed into the lockers freshman year in high school?  Over the summer he got bigger and stronger, and the same bully tried the same shit.  The bully had his teeth knocked out and his nose broken first day of school.  Ultimately, I think this is why people are afraid of/hate Israel.  They know schoolyard politics, which is the same as world politics just with suits.  But I get the feeling we're not so keen as a nation on Israel anymore because the country is getting too strong, too smart, and too adept at handling its own self-defense.  Hence, we have to hate someone, and seeing as hating melanin-rich people is out, anti-Semitism is - literally and figuratively - the new black.

Well, there's going to be a hell of a time in DC tomorrow.  And I hope African Americans really party it up because they should.  Obama as a leader... well, truth be told I don't think he's as awful as the right says, and I don't think he's as great as the left says.  I don't agree with his socialist leanings and I'm not looking forward to getting swamped with taxes once I get a real job, but I think it's time we had someone other than a good ol' boy who doesn't believe in science as president.  Time will tell.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Musicality

So I highly recommend Anthony Hamilton's album "Soulife" for hot and heavy make-out sessions.  It goes really well with wine, dim lights, and evenings.

Walk for a... what?

You know what pisses me off slightly every time I hear it? These commercials of people talking about how they're Walking To Find A Cure for a given disease. Really? Walking to find a cure? Do they expect to find it sitting at the finish line?

Why don't they have "study to find a cure," as in do well in biology, chemistry, and biochemistry so then you can be a research scientist and actually do something tangible, direct, and real to "cure" the disease du jour?

But you know, it is so freakin' UNCOOL to be a scientist, whereas donning a stupid ribbon, hustling your friends and family for money, and then proceeding to walk in circles is totally the rage. First of all, unless you're an Olympic track star, getting someone to pay you to walk in circles and get nowhere is a ridiculous concept in and of itself. If it were modified, and say, we got a health insurance premium deduction for going to a gym regularly, it would be ok. But begging people for a few bucks so you can walk in circles? Sorry, no.

There are times, and this is one of them, when I start to think that some totally hot scientists need to do a scantily clad/nude spread in Esquire, or some other stupid rag, party like rock stars, and jazz it up so that we get some attention. Or someone should write a television show about the ups and downs of research science, and use grad school/research science as a setting for more sex, drugs, drama, and crazy shit. Sound familiar? Oh right, that's what Law and Order, Scrubs, House, Nip/Tuck, etc. do for other formerly geeky professions. It'll make science cooler, more people will do it, and then there will be more scientists in America, and we'll lead the world in scientific innovation. The current issue is all the scientists are coming here to get educated, and then taking their education back to wherever they're from. America has innovation out the wazoo, but we're seriously lazy entitled fucks who can't be bothered to live life without the television telling us what to do.

But this whole feeling good by not doing anything real about it - Walking To Help Find A Cure - strikes me as kind of bullshit. It's like... why not just skip the walking and those bloody stupid ribbons, donate some money, and get on with your life? Tutor some kid in science, or whatever gratis. That'll go farther.

I have no idea why, but these group feel-good sessions make me want to vomit. Maybe it's just because those of us in the trenches, like graduate students *ahem*, research scientists, and professors, as odd as some of us are, we're the ones doing the real work and we get absolutely zero glory, credit, or hot groupies giving us oral sex.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Lyrics of the moment.

These are currently my favorite lyrics:

"...So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto..."

From some Eminem song.  No idea what it's called.  

Concrete Bunkers

I work in one.  A concrete bunker, that is.  My lab, along with being located in a really shitty part of Maryland, has no windows.  Initially, it seemed like a good thing; not being able to see out into the shit, but I've decided it sucks.  Part of it is that my desk is too small for me.  I can't stretch my legs out.  If I back my chair up so I can, I'm in everyone's way because then I have my back against the lab bench.  Usually it doesn't matter, but if I'm sitting there writing which is what I've been doing for the last two days, I can't even look up and see out the window, or down the hall, or even across the lab.  I stare at concrete barely 3 feet in front of my face.  

Like I said, it sucks.  

So I took myself to the student union in hopes of scoring a nice cup of hot tea and installing myself in the coffee shop, which has huge windows and good-sized tables.  No dice.  Why?  Because in typical fashion, the university has closed its most useful parts (like the coffee shop), leaving the shittiest bits open (like McDonald's, Chik-Fil-A (or whatever that revolting place calls itself), Steak-Escape, etc.).  But I managed to find a chair, table, and I'm pretty comfortable.  

Now, I have a question for any writer types who read this rag.  What do you do when you get all installed in a coffee shop or whatever, you've got your tea/coffee beverage of choice, the computer is open, you're ready to go, and all of a sudden, you have to go to the bathroom?  Seriously, do you gather your accoutrements, put your coat back on, shove your hat, scarf, and gloves into your bag, take your drink, and awkwardly lurch into the bathroom, dropping something that you'd rather never touch the floor of anywhere but your apartment?  Or do you just develop an oversized bladder/colon?  Or do you turn to the least skeezy looking person in a 4 foot radius and ask them to watch your stuff, hastily stuffing your wallet into your pocket in case their respectable appearance is a front for robbing broke student types in coffee shops?  

Questions for the ages, people...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Back to school, back to school...

Vacation was over this Monday. I am writing a paper so I can get published and be all cool like that. And by cool, I mean totally the opposite. Actually, I got back to lab, and after the niceties of "How was your holiday?" were exchanged between my PI (principle investigator, academic science equivalent of "boss") and I, he asked how I did in the class I took.

I took this class taught by one of my committee members (my second favorite committee member besides my actual boss) who is as bizarre as they come but slightly less bizarre and downright nasty when compared to my other committee members. Towards the end, I got caught up in the insane quantities of grading of the class I TA'd for said boss, and I ended up turning in 6 out of the 10 HW assignments I had to do 1-2 days before the final. Somehow - I don't know how - I managed to hold 'abject terror and anxiety' at bay, only briefly succumbing at times to 'low-grade panic.' That's roughly the difference between a red terror alert (where we're supposed to carry at all times pitchforks and torches, or gasmasks and baseball bats, or garlic and crosses, I forget exactly what) and a green terror alert (which involves subtley eyeballing anyone on the subway carrying a bag of any kind or wearing a coat who isn't an obvious shade of white).

Anyway, my PI asked me about how I did. I told him the truth. "I.... didn't look. ... Yet! I didn't look yet." He starts chuckling. "I was on vacation! I didn't think about it! I was relaxing!" I get a full out laugh, then he suggests I check sometime soon. Turns out I got an A. Haven't told him yet, but yeah. An A!

Seriously, I think he keeps me on as his student for the entertainment value. The way I see it, if I don't get a piece of paper from the university telling me I'm either on academic probation or my career as a grad student is over, that's fine with me, and I don't give a shit. Biochemistry is particularly draconian. If you get below a B in any class, you're on academic probation. There is no averaging your GPA, and if you slip up again, you're out of the program.

So, everything is back to normal. I managed to get myself a parking space for this upcoming semester that's closer than a 10-minute walk to my building, which will hopefully make the 8 AM class I need to take a tiny bit easier. At least there's less of a bleary-eyed stagger between my car and the classroom, which means there's less of a chance of me spilling precious drops of the inevitable mug of coffee. Happily, though, my 8 AM class does not interfere with 50% off bottles of wine night at one of my favorite bars. Hellz to the yeah, people.

Oh! And my insurance goes down by $200 because I've turned 25 this upcoming pay period! Huzzah! And there are Saturday morning fencing practices at the club, followed by lunch and drinking, so really, everything is quite nice.

Friday, January 9, 2009

My Mom

My mom is silly.  I spent Chanukah at my parents' house in NY, and over the phone last night, my mom was like, "There's one picture of you where your face looks really bony.... are you all right?"

I then asked her if my face looked excessively bony at any other points during my stay, and she balked, "Well... no..."  

I then posited the possibility that it was the lighting and angle.  "Well... yes..."  

This is also the same woman who thought Danny looked skinny, and I should take charge and feed him more.  The only change in him since we started dating?  He now wears pants that fit his body.