Planets were equal to kick-ass women for a long while in my mind as a kid. No thanks to Sailor Moon! The civilization once was on the moon gets destroyed, and the princess and her guardians are now on earth, waking up one by one, protecting the earth from extremely dangerous beings. The guardians were all from different planets, hence planets were associated with those guardians and their personality in my mind.
I have often wondered why human kind in different parts of the world, independently, believed in a creator. Creator took different forms, nevertheless, the idea of a higher being/force was there since the beginning of our history (figuratively speaking, my anthropology knowledge is better than Flintstones, but not great). I think I have the answer I was looking for. The joy that comes with creation! Continue reading The Joy
I have promised myself a more organized life in every aspect. Well defined categories for this blog. A planned packing process. I have made an inventory that had two main sections: definitely and maybe. Since I have set a limit of 10 boxes to ship with FedEx, I had to play tetris to fit all of the “definitely” and then fill the space with whatever I can from the “maybe” according to its both material and emotional value. Continue reading Arrivals, Tremors, and Racism
Do you remember the first novel you have read all by yourself a bit after you had learned how to read? Mine was, “20.000 Leagues Under the Sea” by Jules Verne, I have probably given this example many times, but it is such a happy memory for me. I am not sure, I think it was the summer after first grade, my father handed this book (with hardcover) to me for summer vacation homework. I was curious about what the author was describing, it sounded like a submarine but why was it portrayed like an alien technology? Did people not know what a submarine was, seriously? Later in elementary school I have conducted my first ever research to answer the question: When was the first submarines built? Continue reading Ideas vs. Products
I watch quite a lot of Korean dramas. It is my one and only addiction. My addiction is on a level of “Let me learn Korean because translation to English just does not work. The culture is not right!”. I made some progress reading Hangul, completed a Coursera course, and have not spoken a word in Korean yet. Despite my slow progress, there is one word that I have known since… day 1. Which word is it? Surprise it’s “oppa”.
I don’t think “monkey appetite” idiom exists in English. In Turkish, it is used to describe someone who gets bored quite easily, drops what they have been doing and starts something new. They are not necessarily lacking the skills to see the end of their work, it is just not exciting anymore so they drop it.
It is funny how I have searched for the name protein art for this website with a concept in mind and never actually work on it. Inspiration struck before, had lots of ideas and I have managed to create a masterpiece for my thesis cover but no action after that…
I finally picked up this project again. As usual a painting is done within a short time and never touched again *facepalm* But I am getting there, at least working on them longer. Maybe that’s just who I am, I have to make many different paintings to improve not work on the same painting for a long time.
As long as I do what makes me happy, there is no need to dwell on things. I have always been ok with creations that are not perfect. Things need to be just and honest. The rest is a preference and taste.
I will update the gallery as I make new ones, and maybe write stories about them later… Full versions will be on my deviantart page. Trimmed versions are in the Protein Art page.
It’s Friday night, after I have been toyed with in Baltimore streets with no help from people around (luckily I wasn’t physically harmed and I still have my belongings) , I have no desire to leave the house. Thinking that if I am in my temple, nothing can touch me. I won’t feel sad, I won’t get mad.
How wrong I was…
I do not know when one draws a line and says ‘No, the happiness you are feeling right now, is not right? Just as your sadness the other day.’ I, once, asked a psychiatrist why he/she mentioned that treating bipolar disorder is the hardest. Her/His response: How can you convince someone that they shouldn’t be this excited, and happy? How can you even identify that their happiness would be self- harming? Continue reading Controlling the happiness
Disclaimer: The term principal investigator is used synonymously for head of the lab/mentor/manager/… you fill in the blanks!
I wanted to start with “No need to state the obvious…” yet it seems no matter how many times the obvious is stated in academia, things doesn’t seem to change. Perhaps it is my expectations that is too high. But how can I not expect the most from a profession that is supposed to learn from the past experiences? If repeating and learning is in the core of science, and science is in the core of academia then the logic dictates that it is also in the core of academia. It is not though, isn’t it?