Sometime ago, my university’s Vice Provost asked me to deliver a speech at the Passion for Research luncheon — an annual luncheon to celebrate excellence in research. Without thinking too much I said yes. Continue reading
Below is my presentation for the Making Sense of the Occupy Movement panel at ASU Tempe, Nov 30th, 2011, 12-1:30pm.
I wish to post a written version of my commentary or a summary of this presentation… unfortunately I had injured my right hand (wrist) that makes it kinda painful to type. It’ll take sometime for me to be back to normal.
warning: this is my rambling, written in rambling mode by a rambling mind. so it should be read as the rambling ;p
This is the end of semester. Meaning it’s a typically busiest time of the semester. Tons of files wait for your fingers to touch and caress. Heaps of papers need grading. And some unnecessary piles to be confiscated! I enjoy everything about it, except one thing: meeting! More meetings being held these days. I sometime wonder why people have to have meetings. I think meetings are the most dull highly self-indulgent activity that corporations and institutions like to be engaged as they mostly have very little imagination on how to spend their employers’ time. Oh yes, you can quote my definition and bring it to your boss if you think you waste too much time on meetings.
A month ago, I found two sketches from eight years ago. They were finished but uncolored. I took a little time of my evening brushing them with some watercolor. The above sketch is from the Court Street of downtown Athens, Ohio. And the one below is of the Baker Center of Ohio University at Athens.
It gave me a sentimental feeling to look at these sketches. Continue reading
Being a faculty member of a research university is different than in teaching universities or colleges. Research is a big or dominant part of our duties. Formally, my current load is 60% for research, 20% teaching and 20% service. In reality, teaching actually takes most of my time and energy.
I love doing research. I enjoy staring for hours looking at random facts and having a never-ending daydream trying to make sense of them. I love collecting stories of people and spend thousand hours trying to untangle knots and to connect dots.
Happy super belated New Year!
Yes, it’s too late to wish you a happy new year… I wish you all had a good start of year 2010. And it’s not too late to say: Happy Chinese New Year & Happy Valentine’s Day !
Apology for a super long silence. It’s just hard to go back to blog writing after stopped for such a long time. I am back now. Have many ideas to write but not sure I’d be able to get them written down soon.
So, new year. What’s new? I got to say that I got many NEW things happening. Continue reading
So, it’s still about yesterday, which was the day of the today of the yesterday, and thus a continuation of http://merlyna.org/?p=822
My bike+house key now is always attached to my wrist (I put on an elastic band on the keychain), and my hat never goes anywhere (it has a rope to keep it hanging on my neck when the hat is not on my head). My preventive system works well. I now rarely forget my key or my hat.
First class went well, hat on. Then a meeting with LG, it went well too. Then I spent sometime working at my office before the second class. Continue reading
So, today was my teaching day. As usual, getting up, having coffee, re-reading class material, checking my slides, etc… getting ready for the class.
It was a great day in Tempe. The temperature was just great for bicycling. My bike tires had been flat for some weeks, but I determined to cycle anyway. So, I took the pump out and to my own surprise, apparently the tires weren’t flat. I forgot that I did the whole pumping two days ago. I forgot that I didn’t forget to pump.
OK, I thought I was almost ready. I grabbed my hat and threw the backpack on my bag, went outside, locked the door and jumped on the bike. Continue reading
In the midst of writing-craze (been staying up until 4-5am this week), I was trying to get ahold of my lovely sister in Bandung, Debi, who had her birthday. Timezone difference and my muddled mind, in combination with Debi’s unpredictable schedules, set a perfect situation for a series of “ouch-debi-isn’t-here” episodes. After calling umpteenth times, I still couldn’t talk with her. I managed to talk with the husband, my bro-in-law, and the son, though.
disclaimer: If you think this is a kind of ‘random stuff’ that has been circulated in cyberspace (where someone has to tag 5 or whatever other bloggers to write on the same stuff), you’re wrong. This is not ‘it’ and I tag nobody, so nobody should feel obliged to write this kind of thing, and in fact I warn you not to write such thing! :p*
These are what have been really happening in my last TWO weeks….. True story.