Sunday, October 18, 2009

The one where Xin wishes she was studying something else

Sometimes the human body just doesn't make any sense. The science of the way biological processes work is almost as incongruent as trying to decipher the varied motives and workings of the human mind.

Case in point, free radical damage causes mitochondrial and cellular damage that leads to aging. Anti-oxidants reduce free radical damage by eliminating free radicals through chemical reactions. Logically speaking, you'd suppose that reducing free radicals by increasing antioxidant levels would reduce free radical damage. However as antioxidants reduce free radicals, hormesis may occur. This is an increased sensitivity as a result of a reduction in the body's natural protection against free radicles that may actually result in an increased mortality.

I suppose it's the frustration of a posteriori acquisition of knowledge and understanding. At best, you can only see one or two steps behind the rationale of the way something has changed, and that means that the fundamental logic of how things work will always remain somehow behind the veil. Just like no matter how well or how long you've known someone, you never really know them.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm motivated to wade through the explosion of theories of why this or that occurs. Science is messy work, and our attempts to explain things we don't even really understand seem so laughable and vain in the wake of reality. Scientific method is hardly what I'd call intelligence at work: trial and error is more what it might be described as. In its attempts to simplify and organise life, it seems to only make things more complicated, particularly at the so-called cutting edge of the field.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Music: the upbeat

Once in a while a good singer comes along who makes music that strikes a chord (yes, pun intended). Lenka, a Sydneysider, is one such musician. Upbeat, yet introspective, she's got the I-don't-take-life-too-seriously-but-I-haven't-lost-my-ideals ethos that's so easy to fall in love with. From the moment I heard her, I heart her.

Her winsome smile and cheeky grin make her music video release of The Show very worth a gander.



For posterity's sake, here are the lyrics.

The Show
Lenka

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

Slow it down, make it stop or else my heart is going to pop
'Cause it's too much, yeah it's a lot to be something I'm not
I'm a fool out of love 'cause I just can't get enough

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show

The sun is hot in the sky just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the signs and synchronize in time
It's a joke nobody knows, they've got a ticket to the show

Yeah, I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show
Just enjoy the show, just enjoy the show

I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show
I want my money back, I want my money back
I want my money back, just enjoy the show

Saturday, October 10, 2009

What a woman

I was mooching around today, and found out about Aimee Mullins. Wow.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Note to self

Head over heart -
Anatomically,
Alphabetically,

Always, sensibly.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Alien weather


Cosmic Radiation in NewScientist

I would really love to get a meteorologist's take on the recent weather changes.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

As the night breaks and the day falls

Rescue me from underneath the fluorescent sky,
the restlessness and the bleeding of time.
Deliver me into the darkness
for more than a flickering moment's
greater finality
in a destination for this train of thought to alight.

Rather than the relentless chug
that drives only to eventual exhaustion.
The depletion far more final.
The duration of rest unknown -
pray not that this time will be the
straw that brakes the camel's - bringing me
back into the nightmarish wreck
-age I tunneled out of,
only to return to
my deepest fear and my darkest longing -
brief respite
as the night breaks and the day falls
and fear of leaving lucidity farther and farther behind.

It's the heart that matters most

[Warning: as you may have discerned from the title, this will be a cliched and gushy, probably preachy post.]

Looking around at the doctors and doctors-to-be around me, I see people of all walks of life. There are the foul-mouthed swearing types, there are the jokers, there are the cold and distant types, there are the overtly caring ones, there are the ones who claim they don't give a damn.

But they do. We all do. The thing that binds us isn't that we're high academic achievers, or that we're competent, or that we've an all-consuming interest in what we do.

It's that we've got heart. Underneath our exteriors, whether hard and clam-like, or soft and welcoming, we feel for others. When we see another human being suffering, some part of us is fundamentally driven to do something, unselfish enough to care about it, and to want to make a difference.

If you're in the profession for anything else - whether it's the so-called glory or prestige, or the financial stability, or even for the intellectual gratification, you're bound to be disappointed. There's little real glory to be had - every other course from Politics to Culinary Skills, has its fair share of high-fliers. As for financial stability, there are easier ways to get that. You will spend a long time awaiting intellectual gratification, if that's what you're hoping for. Frustration is more likely, with all the loose ends and incomplete science.

The only thing that I can think of that makes us want to go on in this race is that we care. We care about our patients. We care about being good doctors. We care about each other.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

A large nose isn't a godsend, it's a...

Ladies and gentlemen of the mockery, I give you the original nose on a stick. Paul Townshend is a guitarist whose large nose drove him to an incredible career in guitar.


[Historic relevance: Just in case you happen to be blind or short-sighted or dyslexic (or a stranger who doesn't know me), I have a rather prominent nose that used to be the subject of ridicule in my early adolescence, when it used to rather overpower my face.]

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Oh glucose, glucose!

Specially for the chemistry geeks out there, I present:

Saturday, August 1, 2009

As time passes

Emptiness pervades
as movement carries forth space-
time residuum.

What is matter
but a concept of movement
that slow eyes pick up?

Where is displacement?
Impossible concept if
there is no stillness.

Yet stillness exists
only hypothetically -
really think on it.