My internship at Scripps starts tomorrow...
So it looks like Dr. Logrip will be my day-to-day mentor. Dr. Logrip works with Dr. Zorrilla who works with Dr. Koob.
There's a whole neurotree thing you can find online that shows how they're all connected in the scientific community. PRETTYYY COOL.
oh before I forget..
here's a link to a cool talk: http://www.ted.com/talks/michael_merzenich_on_the_elastic_brain.html
VERY AWESOME
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Awesome Fact of the Day...
It is 3:18am (Friday)
The day before my SAT Subject test.
Why am I up?
Because I do this crazy sleep schedule thing about once a month and evidently it came early this month.
Well awesome fact I learnt...
I was reading the "MIT Inventions/Breakthroughs" page just now and look what I stumbled across!!
Plan for Canberra, Australia - Marion Mahony Griffin 1894
I did NOT know that she was a MIT graduate!
This is pretty freaking awesome.
The end.
The day before my SAT Subject test.
Why am I up?
Because I do this crazy sleep schedule thing about once a month and evidently it came early this month.
Well awesome fact I learnt...
I was reading the "MIT Inventions/Breakthroughs" page just now and look what I stumbled across!!
Plan for Canberra, Australia - Marion Mahony Griffin 1894
I did NOT know that she was a MIT graduate!
If you look carefully you can see that it says "Marion Mahony M.I.T. '94"
This is pretty freaking awesome.
The end.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Outside my window...
What do you see when you look out your window?
I see my neighbour's white wall and their window (always with the blinds half open).
I never see anyone through those half closed blinds but it always freaks me out to think that whoever was walking by that window could see me.
I sometimes wonder whether someone is peeking through, watching me while I try to cram out an essay in the early hours of the morning. (I have a strange tendency to wake up at 3-4am and write until I have to get ready for school at 6:30am, I guess you could call me a morning person?) I wonder if they watch as I scream at the computer, pull at my hair, select the entire text and press delete. I wonder if they can read my lips as I read and reread my entire essay about 10 times.
It's interesting to think that these people/this person I have never even met might know some of my secrets. Do they/does he or she know that instead of doing math homework I design programs for my calculator? Do they know that instead of memorizing my wordly wise vocabulary, I'm learning a whole new language as I read papers about neuroscience on Pubmed? These are the things my parents miss. These are the things my friends miss.
Before I used to wonder if someone actually lived next door. I never saw a car drive up the driveway or a car pull up. I never heard a noise. Then one day, I think early January this year, I heard the piano. I peered out my window and saw that the curtains were shut, but I could make out a faint silhouette of a boy or man. I don't hear the piano often but when I do, it's always lovely - it makes me happy.
Recently I've started to listen to music (something I never used to do). Now, from time to time, I slightly open my window and turn up the speakers on my computer a little louder, hoping that maybe the boy who lives next door can hear it and make him happy.
I see my neighbour's white wall and their window (always with the blinds half open).
I never see anyone through those half closed blinds but it always freaks me out to think that whoever was walking by that window could see me.
I sometimes wonder whether someone is peeking through, watching me while I try to cram out an essay in the early hours of the morning. (I have a strange tendency to wake up at 3-4am and write until I have to get ready for school at 6:30am, I guess you could call me a morning person?) I wonder if they watch as I scream at the computer, pull at my hair, select the entire text and press delete. I wonder if they can read my lips as I read and reread my entire essay about 10 times.
It's interesting to think that these people/this person I have never even met might know some of my secrets. Do they/does he or she know that instead of doing math homework I design programs for my calculator? Do they know that instead of memorizing my wordly wise vocabulary, I'm learning a whole new language as I read papers about neuroscience on Pubmed? These are the things my parents miss. These are the things my friends miss.
Before I used to wonder if someone actually lived next door. I never saw a car drive up the driveway or a car pull up. I never heard a noise. Then one day, I think early January this year, I heard the piano. I peered out my window and saw that the curtains were shut, but I could make out a faint silhouette of a boy or man. I don't hear the piano often but when I do, it's always lovely - it makes me happy.
Recently I've started to listen to music (something I never used to do). Now, from time to time, I slightly open my window and turn up the speakers on my computer a little louder, hoping that maybe the boy who lives next door can hear it and make him happy.
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