Thursday, June 12, 2014

Staying put, kicking back

Oh my, how lovely it is to be back in Seattle! The meeting in St. Louis was massive, and I feel completely drained of energy after five intense days of listening, learning, reading, networking, and chatting - not to mention fretting about my presentation that I had to wait until the very last day to get out of my system. However, everything went well (really well, I think!) and I had a great time, especially as I was lucky enough to spend a majority of the conference in the company of dear old colleagues from Gothenburg.

But now I'm back to regular life and look forward to staying put for a while; working on my papers, planning new studies, and maybe even slowing down a little during summer. I can't even begin to describe the joyous feeling that filled me as I realized that I'll actually be able to just kick back and relax this weekend. I don't have to work or stress over anything! Amazing.

Walking to Fred Hutch this morning was pure bliss; the sun was shining and the weather was mild. I even had time to pause and smell the roses. (And what a rose I found!)


It gets even better: tomorrow night is going to be my night. Awesome plans include:
  1. Drinking tea
  2. Solving crossword puzzles
  3. Eating carrots
  4. Listening to radio
It sounds profoundly mundane, but trust me: it's all I want to do right now. Saturday and Sunday will be full of fun and games, but Friday night is going to be all about me and my comfy chair.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Under the arch

Dr. Frost presents: A bona fide St. Louis selfie.


Enough procrastinating; I seriously need to work on my conference talk... (Seriously as in seriously. Ugh.)

Thursday, June 5, 2014

I'm all right!

According to the Seattle Times and KING5.com, there has been a shooting at the Seattle Pacific University campus this afternoon; at least four people have been shot, and the police have taken one person into custody.

SPU is located right across the Lake Washington Ship Canal from Fremont, basically five minutes from where I live, but I have been at work all day and have not seen or heard anything.

I just wanted to let you know that I'm all right, so there is no need to worry about me. Take care, everyone!

Back! And then gone again...

Sweden was great. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and flowers blossoming. Spending some time with family and friends was just what I needed, and I think I managed to make the most of the precious days and hours (sometimes merely minutes) I had with them all. But oh, how I wish I could have stayed longer! The thought of missing out on another summer back home hurts; no sailing with mum and dad, no relaxing with my grandmother at the summer cabin in Rådmansö, no late-night boardgaming with my brother and friends, and no evening swims in the salty sea.

Even though I brought my camera I hardly took any pictures at all; being in the moment felt more important. I managed a few snapshots though, like this postcard classic from my hometown Halmstad depicting the ship Najaden and the castle.


Complete stillness on a morning walk.


In Halmstad I also met up with my girls for a fabulous slumber party, including fika (featuring an outrageous chocolate cake by Vivi), spicy dinner at a cozy Indian restaurant, copious amounts of candy, wine, gossip, and a wonderful breakfast the morning after. In addition, I watched my popstar parents perform at a gig by the docks.



Gothenburg offered a sweet barbecue with a bunch of good friends, supportive coaching by Patrik during a fun run in Slottsskogen, lunch and coffee with old colleagues from the university, more fika and planning with a dear friend that will visit me later this summer, and some quality time with this little guy (and his sweet parents).


Being back in Seattle feels okay, albeit a little stressful; I landed on Tuesday and will take off for (another) conference in St. Louis, MO, already tomorrow. To say that I'm concerned about the talk I'm giving is a severe understatement, but I still feel rather confident that I will survive the ordeal. Somehow.

After my return on Wednesday next week things will slow down a little, which is something I dearly look forward to. Being able to focus on manuscript writing, and perhaps enjoying some of that lovely Seattle summer weather, are thoughts that sooth my worried mind. I'm sure it will be great. And after all, Christmas isn't that far away, right...?

Right.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Frequent flyer

The Old Country calls! In a couple of hours I'll be in the air, enjoying a lovely pre-packaged meal, a movie (or four), and some well-deserved daydreaming.

Swedes, prepare! She's on her way.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Represent!

Last week, Kiran, I, and another postdoc (Heidi) from Fred Hutch made an outreach excursion to Western Washington University in Bellingham to talk about our research and career paths. The two-hour session was part of a class in bioinformatics, but students in biology, chemistry, mathematics, and computer science were attending as well. The whole event was incredibly fun and uplifting, and as we drove back to Seattle afterwards the three of us talked a lot about how impressed we were of the students' interest in our research and the many clever questions they came up with during the discussion that followed. The fact that we were an all-female panel of scientists added to the feeling of accomplishment.

This morning when I got to work an email with comments from the organizer had landed in my inbox, and I would like to share some of what he wrote:

”I asked my Bioinformatics class today what they thought of the event yesterday. Students said it was “absolutely fascinating” to see what you’re all working on. [...] Even the students who were quiet during your talks and the Q&A session had wonderful things to say about the visit and were very specific when I asked them what they took away from the talks (they referred to things such as [...] “don’t be afraid to ask questions” [...] “even the experts don’t know everything”, etc). And in today’s student-led class discussion about protein classification and protein engineering there were four references to your talks yesterday! [...] Way to make an impact!!”

I got all warm and fuzzy inside already by that first paragraph, but there was more to come:

”Two of the BioChem majors [...] said this is the first time they’ve seen a talk by female researchers! [...] they said that all of the colloquia presentations they’ve attended at Western were given by men and they said that almost all of the questions at those talks were asked by male professors. They said that your comments about asking questions gave them a little boost of confidence and resulted in each of them asking a couple questions yesterday. I can guarantee you that your visit made an impact and will stick with all of the students for a long time but with these two students especially.”

At first, I just felt incredibly proud and happy to have contributed to inspiring these two girls, by demonstrating that female researchers are just as able and professional as their male colleagues. Way to go!

...but then it dawned on me how depressing their statements really were, and my heart sunk.

Not once had they had a woman present her research to them.

Not. Once.

Coincidentally, I happened to come across this article a few hours later, reporting the results of a recent European study, which revealed that among over 1100 people (including scientists), 25 percent could not name a single famous female scientist. Well, no wonder! If 21st century university students still hardly get to interact with, or even see, women in research, then how on earth will we ever make ourselves known?

I could go on and on about how infuriating and unfair this is, and how frustrated I get when people refuse to see the structural inequalities that are dangling right in front of their noses, but it is late and I need to get up early tomorrow morning to prepare for an imaging study that will keep me busy until almost midnight.

That is my job; this is what I do. I work hard, and I want to be credited accordingly in the end, regardless of what chromosomes I happen to have been born with.

For all the future Marie Curies, Ada Lovelaces, Lise Meitners, Émilie du Châtelets, Ada Yonaths, and Linda Bucks: ladies, we have to make ourselves seen and heard. No one is going to do the work for us; it's up to us to demonstrate that science has no gender, nor has brilliance. So get out there and represent! I sure will.

(But first: sleep.)

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Red, white and blue: same same but different

May 17th - syttende mai! Or as the Americans pronounce it: [Soot-n-duh My]. On Norway's Constitution Day, Ballard is always the place to be.


To be honest, I didn't quite know what to expect as I headed for the festivities but I was surely not disappointed by the enthusiasm. In no time, I was completely surrounded by lusekofte cardigans, folk costumes, viking helmets, braids, and flags flags FLAGS. Simply put, there was nothing else to do but join the merry crowd. The highlight of the day was a seemingly endless parade featuring marching bands, drill teams, cheerleaders, cross country skiers and various community groups, not to mention a surprisingly large population of children on unicycles (seriously, they just kept coming!).

The Seattle police started the parade with some pretty impressive motorcycle riding in formation.


Apparently, the trumpeters needed some extra hydration in the sunny weather. Nice touch with the spray bottle, lady!



For those of you who have seen Trolljegeren, need I say more than ”Norge har troll”...?


The first batch of I don't know how many unicycle kids; impressive, yet somewhat odd.


BATLA...? Uff da! Fun detail: the little tractor that pulled the wagons was a Björn Deere.


Sweden was also represented, here and there.



In the midst of all the cheers and ”hipp, hipp hurra!”, I surprised myself by feeling a little jealous of the Norwegian community and their strong sense of togetherness, regardless of their whereabouts. I want to belong somewhere too, but right now I'm not really sure of where home is. Ah, well. Perhaps it's just an effect of the good ol' homesickness that always comes creeping up as I get ready for another trip to Sweden. (Five days and counting...!)

PS. For those with a berserk hangover, Leif Erikson Lodge seems to provide a reasonable cure: bingo + spaghetti. How very... Norwegian.


(Oh, Americans.)

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Saturday (and Sunday) in Friday Harbor

My brain is mush, so I'll let the pictures speak for themselves as I try to convey some of last weekend's awesomeness. A few words of explanation might be needed, though: early Saturday morning, Lia picked me up in her truck and drove the two of us to Anacortes to take the morning ferry to Friday Harbor on San Juan Island. Once there, we met up with Lia's adorable friend Meegan and went whale watching with her colleagues Nan and Captain Pete on Western Prince II.

Luck was on our side; we spotted no less than five orcas (including one baby!), a bunch of harbor seals, harbor porpoises, cormorants, a pigeon guillemot, and a bald eagle. Fabulous!

The rest of our stay on the island was equally wonderful; food, wine, coffee, ice cream... Watching the sun set at a bonfire party on South Beach; hiking through the forest in search of a hidden mausoleum; cuddling with Meegan's adorably grumpy-looking (but incredibly friendly) Persian. Having a great time, simply put!

The following photos from our orca watching trip were captured by Nan on the Western Prince II. The shaky little movie is all mine, however. Mine! (I know, I know... I won't quit my day job.)




Ladies in shades.


Bellas!


Hiking.



South Beach.


Lia and Meegan, thank you! Thank you ever so much.

(You expect me to do what? With that ...thing? Think again, sister.)

Sunday, May 11, 2014

An apology for my mother

Mum, I am so sorry. Apparently, I completely dropped the ball on Mother's Day last year... There's really nothing I can say in my defense; I just have to make sure that this time you'll get prunes.


Happy (American) Mother's Day, all ye mothers, mums, moms, and mammor out there! You kick ass.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Kickin' it with Kicki

Last week, Seattle was all flirty and inviting, with summer sun and warm winds flabbergasting the natives. Why this sudden come-hitherness? one might ask. Because I had another friend over from Sweden, of course! (Apparently, that's how this city reacts to Scandinavians. I guess that explains Ballard.)

My dear old friend Kristin took a week off from being a responsible parent and flew overseas to enjoy the carefree life of a tourist, covering basically all the must-see attractions, Seattle's sweetest treats, and copious amounts of creamy cappuccinos. But it wasn't just her that got some well-deserved vacation; I took a couple of days off as well. Among other things, the two of us had the pleasure of enjoying lunch at Snoqualmie Falls with Amanda and little Aiden, explored Pike Place Market, and took the water taxi to Alki beach before hunting for ghosts around Pioneer Square.

 
As you must know by now, no Seattle trip is complete without a crazy evening on Capitol Hill. Like always, it was a success; any night that starts with craft cocktails at Tavern Law and ends with good friends (old ones / new ones / strangers) singing karaoke together like there's no tomorrow can only be described as very, very memorable.


As I hugged Kicki farewell at the airport yesterday morning I realized that in just three weeks' time it's my turn to pack my passport and steer my steps towards the security check at Seatac, flying East.

Three weeks. The joy!