The GuestHouse (Gaestehaus)

Finally, pictures of my abode. I’m sure you’ve all been on the edges of your seats throughout.

Here’s my room moving in. I was expecting the other wall to be about where the left edge of that little desk is.


But no… it turns out I actually have a huge amount of space, far more than I know what to do with. Cool!


Now here’s my room after I’ve actually gotten a bit moved in.


I also have a pretty amazing desk set up, but I prefer to use the little desk by my bed when I’m not doing actual work, because I like looking out the window.


Here’s my desk set up. Some good pictures accompanied me here.


We also have a kitchen…


and a dining room, for all four of us.


Here’s the guesthouse from the outside. I’m on the second floor from the top, the small window that’s one of the two left-staggered windows. We get a pretty awesome view from up there, as well – I’m glad we’re not down a few floors because then we’d see nothing but trees.
All four rooms in the suite are different, too, and have different furnishings – Rehan’s room is next door to me, the one with the balcony to the left of mine in this picture. As I may have mentioned, he has a balcony, and a really nice panoramic view. I’m a little jealous.

The view out of my window is really nice, too. I’m not complaining.


This is for Jess – you like?


But there’s also this, out of the kitchen window. I’ve been told that it’s a coal plant, and also that it’s a nuclear plant, so I’m not really sure what to believe.


Maybe this picture will mitigate that last one.


One last windmill picture for good luck.

Rad fahren

So Sunday I went for about a 3 ½ hour bike ride, around all the Radwege (bike paths) that they have in the area surrounding Jülich. It was pretty slow, all things considered, partly because my bike only has one gear, and partly because I was busy looking at all the sights and stopping to take pictures and all that. I think I covered 25 kilometers, give or take 5.

I had a map of the area around Jülich, and I attempted to do a loop through a number of towns, but I ended up never finding the path to Barmen from Tetz, so I just had to double back. Ah well, next time!

I started by biking by the side of the Rur River, which was really pretty. I stopped to watch a horse competition going on in a small park just outside of Jülich. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything like this in person, before today.
This poor horse didn’t have a good time of it after this hurdle – he refused to do the next jump, and instead cantered around agitatedly until his rider could calm him down.

I took a wrong turn after this, and spent the next 10 minutes bumping down a path that was simultaneously through a field and right by a highway – not a fun combination. I kept picturing cars flying off the highway and down the bank into the mud of the field around me. After some creative biking I finally found the path I wanted to be on, to the Baggersee. The Barmener Baggersee, I see now. I was so close to Barmen! How could I not find it afterwards?


The Baggersee, in all its unfortunately-named glory


Me by the Baggersee – just be glad you’re getting any pictures of me at all, folks. It’s not that the timer function on the camera is hard to use, it’s just that it’s extremely difficult to line up your shot when you have a choice of standing your camera on a park bench or a bike seat.
You cross the Rur River again almost immediately after you leave this lake, despite the fact that the two never connect. I heard that there’s an artificial lake somewhere around Jülich; maybe it’s this one. If it’s not, I doubt the two will be unconnected forever.

The pretty Rur River – I put a token Pooh stick in, but the river was unimpressed by my gesture and swallowed it.


The path off of the bridge


By the Rur River. To the untrained eye (or leg) this looks like a picture of nothing. Let me introduce you to Brennennesseln, “burning nettles”. I had the great luck of putting my hand in one when we were looking for a place to sit to watch the fireworks show, and then had the joy of about 10 minutes of burning pain after that. They’re everywhere around Jülich, too – it would seem, though the Germans have succeeded in cleaning up their forests, they have not eradicated this pest. That’s perhaps a testimony to its awfulness more than to the German desire to clean everything up.


The Radweg was dotted by these signs at every significant intersection, which was amazing.
But: see how Barmen is not on this sign? See? See? Vindication.


This is in Tetz. I admit, this picture doesn’t really adequately convey the “Twilight Zone” feeling this town had to me when I arrived. But the houses looked rather eerily like something you’d easily find in New Zealand, especially the gardens. But not exactly the same – in the uncanny valley of places I feel like I’ve seen before, but still aren’t completely familiar.


This was just a bit before Linnich, which off of my Jülich map (and was the point at which I decided I’d never encounter Barmen). Aw, little kids playing soccer! Laurie, are you doing soccer soon?


The trusty bike. Will tells me that this is the same exact type of bike that Albert Einstein had, and that the FSJ gave us these bikes to inspire us. I suppose if it’s good enough for Einstein, it is good enough for me as well.
I considered using the railing here to try another self-portrait, but I decided that the camera would be far too close to the river to attempt that.

On the bike back. I wonder if the cows did that?


Back on the outskirts of Jülich. I sat here and had some food and just listened to the river for a while. Then I tried another self-portrait. Bonus points if you can see the bike seat on the bottom right.

Trees in West Texas????

Proof for Jamelle that Texas, even West Texas, is not a desert:

Trees!


This is the view from the Observatory. Gorgeous.


What are these plants? Yucca? The flowers look like foxglove.


One more picture for Jamelle, because I'm feeling generous:

BEARS!!! (Maybe look at the larger image).

First photo attempt - this has us written all over it.

So I'm starting posting not with photos of Germany, but photos taken out in West Texas, at Balmorhea, actually. I think these photos are pretty revealing of everyone's personality, really. Anyways, the first one:

Yes, we're sliding. Get ready.

J: Too fast! A quarter of a meter per second is too fast!


Let's try that again.


Yes, that's much more dramatic.


Phew. Enough sliding for today.


Now it's LR's turn.


Always performing, LR. :)


They made me try the slide too.


Oh, right... aah.


Thank goodness that's over with.

The NOOZ

Sometimes I really wonder if the National Geographic News feed really isn't just a parody site. I really, really wonder.

PHOTO IN THE NEWS: Gold Toothpick-Earwax Spoon Found

Plus, they're diving to the Santa Margarita. This story is already 90% funny by itself. It really doesn't need me to do anything with it.

Sex DNE Gender!

Cool article "How Boys Become Boys (and Sometimes Girls)" by Scientific American about how embryos slated by X and Y chromosome allotment to become boys instead develop into girls (welcome - more girls!), and sometimes vice versa.

If Sox9 is somehow switched on in a genetic female—an embryo with two X chromosomes—it causes male gonads to form; if it fails to turn on in males, the cells it controls will become follicle cells, which mature into ovaries."

My only qualm is that, though it appears that this study and article have just as much potential application for how "Girls become girls (and sometimes boys)", this reciprocity was really only seen in one sentence in the article. I know, I know, gene expression anomalies cause genetic boys to become girls much more often than girls become boys (more X chromosomes have more control that just having one Y chromosome). But the study looked at both - how (genetic) boys become girls, and how (genetic) girls become boys. To me, the framing of this article is too reminiscent of recent studies about effects of stress on women during pregnancy on a child's gender, and how this was portrayed "we still don't know how to advise women in how to make boys". Chilling.

Why is the Hulk green?

You can thank Biochemistry for this lovely tidbit. Why is the Hulk green? How does he double in size in just a few seconds? How does he get stronger as he gets bigger?

My hypothesis is that, besides, you know, having extremely sped up cell replication from all the gamma rays (it'd have to be sped up at least 20,000x!) the Hulk must have evolved photosynthetic capabilities de novo from all the mutations he accumulated. Otherwise, there's no way the Hulk could ever increase so dramatically in mass! Absorbing carbon from the air would solve that problem. Plus, this would explain why the Hulk turns green when he gets angry. Chloroplasts are transcribed and assembled extremely speedily (first second), cells double (2nd second) then double in size (3rd second), the cells (just skin cells? acquire a super hard cell wall (again, like in plants - 4th second) and maybe the cells increase in size a little more (5th second?). Voila, a terrifying half-man half-plant hybrid arises. I knew this would happen when we started working on GMOs.

Worse, it seems Dr. Banner has lost all control of his cell replication mechanisms, at least when he gets angry - this is essentially a cancer (definition: loss of control of cell replication) of the worst sort, triggered by all sorts of different environmental factors.

The real problem is, of course, how the Hulk sheds all of this excess mass and these extra cells when he goes back to his alter ego. No wonder it takes so long to subdue the Hulk - how else can the Hulk have time to lose all the extra size he's gained?

And yes, I was asked a similar question on my Biochem exam today, so I do have an alibi for thinking about all this. Although perhaps not in such fine detail or for as long as I have done.

Don't even get me started on the physics of Iron Man and his suit. It won't be pretty. Although the Iron Man movie was absolutely fantastic.

Real Posts Now

In an effort to start blogging more over the summer (during which I will be in Germany) I may as well start posting now.

First, please tell me why the BBC posts this garbage. Someone please enlighten me.

One gem:

"The study suggests sex hormones can alter the workings of the voice box, but the change may be too subtle to pick up in many situations."

(emphasis mine)

My question is, then, why this study? If the change is too subtle to pick up? Is this an ascertainment bias thing - you want to prove something, so you go out and find information/data that supports it? My suspicion is that it might be. Unless this professor did a study on men's voices, as well, which didn't get reported.

So a second question would then be, are there studies on men like this? I.e. "Men under more influence of progesterone 'sound sexier'". My suspicion is that this study would be portrayed vastly differently. First off, this study would never be done, or at least never reported on by the BBC: we're much more interested in what makes women sexy than men. Secondly, if this study were done, my guess is that the title would be more like "Women view men as sexier with higher progesterone levels". As in, here you have the women falling all over themselves to get at these men (this would be the implication). Whereas in the study the BBC reports on, the men rate very scientifically the attractiveness of the woman's voice, and then they are sexier, because the men say so. Don't worry, men are very objective.

Also, there was this classy quote from the professor who did this study:

"While it's possible, the other issue is that women do have mood changes across their menstrual cycle, and people might just be attracted to a happy-sounding woman, rather than a fertile one."

So difficult to avoid running into sexist tropes when talking about this kind of research! Makes me wonder if it really has much scientific value at all. Of course, it's the only kind of science the BBC reports - relatively useless, psuedo-sexist science. "Women in high heels actually happier, healthier, one scientist reports". "Men funnier than women, says unicycling professor" (although that one, I think, was a very interesting joke the BBC completely misreported.)

It seems mandatory, as well, that the BBC has to catch the professor of whatever research report guessing why their research is the way it is, and it's inevitably something offensive. I don't know whether it's the professor's fault, really, or the BBC's fault for reporting these studies this way. But please, this just sounds like a 1950's commercial. Unhappy? Your man will never love you! Aiyo.

And, before you jump on me for "something that couldn't possibly be sexist! After all, it's science!" please read this.

Self-flagellation

Because I hate myself, I've just been reading "Conservapedia"'s articles on the Theory of Evolution and on the Origin of Life. It was interesting how the commandments page said "1. Everything you post must be true and verifiable." Verifiable unfortunately does not necessarily equal true. And this sort of webpage tends to err by selection and omission, more than by falsifiability (if that's a word) (for a great counterexample, go to "Liberal Tricks" on conservapedia. What a journey into wingnuttery that page was.)

Anyways, I spend too much time reading the trash on that site to even be able to post an intelligent dismissal of it, let along an exhaustive one. Let's just leave it at the fact that I really hope this is some computer science major's arcane practical joke, or that God really hates everyone, or something.

Delicious Foodz

For dinner tonight I had:

2 pita "pizzas" topped with cooked spinach, apples, walnuts, onions, mozzarella and mustard, and some orange juice.

Most delicious!

The only bad thing was I burned my left hand rather badly on the oven door when I was fooling around trying to put the walnuts (which I had forgotton) on the pizzas I had put in there to toast. Well, lesson learned; don't mess with teh ovenz.

Excellent Meetings with Professors

Met with Dr. Padron today, which left me in a great mood for like an hour afterwards. We talked about Germany, differences between the sciences and humanities in terms of professorships, (my) future plans, what have you. He asked helpful things like... Why are you interested in the sciences? Why in Biology? What motivates you in Biology? What questions would drive you to the lab every day? and so forth, which I need to continue to think about. Some of his suggestions, so I don't forget them:

-talk to Dr. Cronmiller about being interested in doing research, and how best to go about that. Or Dr. Garrett.

-drink the wine, eat the cheese, visit the Netherlands/Paris/other German towns when in Europe. But really eat all the food. Apparently, it's excellent.

-go to Germany, see what shoes they're all wearing, and then go buy a pair to blend in and seem like less of an American tourist when visiting places. An excellent idea.

-take pictures/keep a blog! Yeah.

-maybe take a year off school to clear my mind doing something not incredibly stressful and taxing. This will ensure that you have enough time to look around at schools, and also that you're really sure what you want to do.

Excellent.

Good Piece!

Politics and Misogyny


By BOB HERBERT
Published: January 15, 2008

With Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton’s win in New Hampshire, gender issues are suddenly in the news. Where has everybody been?
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If there was ever a story that deserved more coverage by the news media, it’s the dark persistence of misogyny in America. Sexism in its myriad destructive forms permeates nearly every aspect of American life. For many men, it’s the true national pastime, much bigger than baseball or football.

Little attention is being paid to the toll that misogyny takes on society in general, and women and girls in particular.

Its forms are limitless. Hard-core pornography is a multibillion-dollar business, having spread far beyond the stereotyped raincoat crowd to anyone with a laptop and a password. Crowds of crazed photographers risk life and limb to get shots of Paris Hilton or Britney Spears without their underwear. At New York Jets home games, men regularly gather at Gate D to urge female fans to expose themselves.

In its grimmest aspects, misogyny manifests itself in hideous violence — from brutal beatings and rape to outright torture and murder. Fifteen months ago, a gunman invaded an Amish schoolhouse in rural Pennsylvania, separated the girls from the boys, and then shot 10 of the girls, killing five.

The cable news channels revel in stories about women (almost always young and attractive) who come to a gruesome end at the hands of violent men. The stories seldom, if ever, raise the issue of misogyny, which permeates not just the crimes themselves, but the coverage as well.

The latest of these obsessively covered stories concerned a pregnant marine, Maria Frances Lauterbach, who had complained to authorities that she had been raped by a fellow marine. Her body was found last week buried in a backyard fire pit in North Carolina.

It just so happens that the Democratic presidential candidates are campaigning this week in the misogyny capital of America: Nevada. It’s a perfect place to bring up the way women are viewed and treated in this society, but don’t hold your breath. Presidential wannabes are hardly in the habit of insulting the locals.

Prostitution is legal in much of Nevada and heavily promoted even where it’s not. In Las Vegas, where prostitution is illegal but flourishes nevertheless, Mayor Oscar Goodman has said that creating a series of legal, “magnificent” brothels would be a great development tool for his city.

The fundamental problem in all of this is that women and girls are dehumanized, opening the floodgates to every kind of mistreatment. “Once you dehumanize somebody, everything else is possible,” said Taina Bien-Aimé, executive director of the women’s advocacy group Equality Now.

A grotesque exercise in the dehumanization of women is carried out routinely at Sheri’s Ranch, a legal brothel about an hour’s ride outside of Vegas. There the women have to respond like Pavlov’s dog to an electronic bell that might ring at any hour of the day or night. At the sound of the bell, the prostitutes have five minutes to get to an assembly area where they line up, virtually naked, and submit to a humiliating inspection by any prospective customer who has happened to drop by.

If you don’t think this is an issue worthy of a presidential campaign, consider the scandalous way that women are treated in the military and the fact that the winner of this election will become the commander in chief.

The sexual mistreatment of women in the military is widespread. The Defense Department financed a study in 2003 of female veterans seeking health assistance from the Department of Veterans Affairs. Nearly a third of those surveyed said they had been the victim of a rape or attempted rape during their service.

The Associated Press reported in 2006 that more than 80 military recruiters had been disciplined over the course of a year because of sexual misconduct with young women and girls who had considered joining the military.

There continue to be widespread complaints from women about rape and other forms of sexual attacks in the military, and about a culture that tends to protect the attackers.

To what extent are the candidates of either party concerned about these matters? Do they have any sense of how extensive and debilitating the mistreatment of women and girls really is?

We’ve become so used to the disrespectful, degrading, contemptuous and even violent treatment of women that we hardly notice it. Staggering amounts of violence are unleashed against women and girls every day. Fashionable ads in mainstream publications play off of that violence, exploiting themes of death and dismemberment, female submissiveness and child pornography.

If we’ve opened the door to the issue of sexism in the presidential campaign, then let’s have at it. It’s a big and important issue that deserves much more than lip service.

WAHAHA

HUBERT: “No. The reality is that teens are resonating with the message of abstinence education in increasing numbers. There’s trends data to show that more and more teens are abstaining.”

ABRAMS: “That’s not what the studies show! You’re losing on the studies.”

HUBER: “No, that’s not true. In fact, a recent study just released –“

ABRAMS: “From who?”

HUBER: “Virginia’s abstinence education program.”

and later...

MADDOW: “Whenever I evaluate myself, I turn out to be doing awesome.”

Although Knocked Up Was Sexist...

This disparity is on display in a whole series of recent comedies, from School of Rock to High Fidelity. It's also powerfully familiar to anyone who follows the so-called Mommy Wars. In that proliferating literature of family friction, women's lives seem to shrink to a series of pragmatic decisions about achieving balance, while men are concerned with domestic stuff only to the degree that they choose to be. In this regard, Knocked Up is in keeping with the zeitgeist: If, as Heigl delicately put it, the movie is a "little sexist," that is because it is the natural product of a culture evidently sold on the notion that women are so focused on domestic mechanics that they simply don't know how to allow themselves the playful inner lives men do, whether they're free-associating brilliantly with their friends, or lazily absorbed in video games. (The trope cuts both ways, of course: It allows men to be comedic geniuses, but it also means that husbands get portrayed right and left as childish dopes.) Just glance at a book like The Bitch in the House, where female essayists portray their male partners as slouches who don't get the job done until they're given a to-do list.

Stories about boys who have more fun than girls go back to Wendy and Peter Pan. But there was a time when romantic comedies, as Denby points out, were more egalitarian in their assignment of playfulness. These days, romantic comedies routinely depict a loss of some essential autonomy for the man, and a lesson in "balance" for the woman. A culture that assigns all that weight to what "men" and "women" want only makes it more difficult for couples to establish their own fruitful ratio of intimacy to privacy. The best moments in Knocked Up are those that suggest the world doesn't have to be this way—that of course women can possess playful inner lives too. There aren't quite enough of them. You leave feeling that what poor Debbie—and Alison—really wants is not a husband who knows to bring home pink cupcakes for a birthday party, but a culture that grants them the same indulgent latitude their partners get: the luxury of not having to be relentlessly responsible. Slacker, starring a woman. Barring that, of course, there's Juno, the story of a knocked-up girl from her own irreverent perspective—written, as it happens, by a female scriptwriter—now playing in a theater near you.

Enlightenment: that's what I want too. That's why my last serious relationship ended, so long ago, I think. I didn't always want to have to be the responsible one. It's taxing. Now I'm much less responsible (seeming), so others hopefully won't ask me to be constantly on top of things. That's not my job. At work as a lab tech it is, maybe, but if you're at home and have a significant other it should not just be your job. Bollocks to that.

Wiki wiki

I just fixed an article on Wikipedia. I feel good about myself.

Anti-Science has gone meta!!!!

Abstinence Clearinghouse is Sad That Science is Being Misrepresented and Taken Selectively to Thwart Abstinence Only Education

Awwwwwww. Cry me a river, abstinence-only educationalists. Now, it would be one thing if the research ACTUALLY proved that abstinence-only education worked (although that probably wouldn't bode well for the continuance of humankind). But the vast majority of the literature seems to show conclusively that it doesn't work. Abstinence education proponents aren't even bothering to mess with the literature now, as the "global warming is a hoax" and "smoking doesn't kill you" folks have been doing; instead, they are whining that scientists have done so to them. Aw, how unfair!

Thanks to Pandagon for the link.

Oh, You Know

In terms of social interactions I am consistently rated FAIL.

I CAN HAZ REAL FOODZ???

"Food vouchers for women and children overhauled"

This goes in the rare category of news which doesn't just depress the hell out of me.

So W.I.C. has changed the foods it subsidizes to include whole grains, fruits, and vegetables. This is great news! Programs that provide food for low-income people are notorious for providing food which is just plain awful for you - anything from just candy and chips to canned and highly processed foods (Read Nickel and Dimed if you don't believe me, or just look it up on the internets). The idea that we should look out for the health of the people we're providing the food to, and not just the health of the food industry, is long past due a solid revival.

Comparisons to the Nazis? Never OK

You would have thought that more people would have heard of Godwin's Law by now.

Obviously, this idiot hasn't. Jeez, not only is he extremely anti-immigrant, but also either supremely unaware or stupid, or both. Makes you wonder about the people that we elect to represent us (granted, this is in Italy, but I'm fairly confident the situation is even worse here).

Ah, the Y Chromosome

Interesting how some people attribute so much by ways of intelligence to the lilliputian Y chromosome. That poor guy must be packed with all sorts of good shit... the math genes, abstract thinking, self-reliance, ability to be more than sort of a semi-autonomous incubator on legs... my goodness.

Except WAIT... the Y chromosome is almost entirely composed of second copies of genes needed in two copies also found on the X chromosome, with the majority of its length consisting of non-coding DNA*. There is essentially only one gene, the SRY gene, which is involved in the determination of masculinity and all it entails.

That means the difference between men and women is determined by one gene, and then what? The ENVIRONMENT, you say? What a naughty word. Surely how we are brought up has no influence on our behaviors or our psyche. This would be tantamount to saying that society influences how men and women feel they need to behave. Never, I say. I am programmed by my genes to want to shave my legs and wear dresses, as well as to be bad at chess. No conditioning or lack thereof has caused these behaviors. No siree.



*Ridley, Matt. Genome. Figure out the rest of the citation yourself.