Call me crazy, but doesn't this stain or paint or something look like Xip if he just had really big hooves?
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Just two gals uploading their interests and adventures! We use a Kodak C613, iPhone & an Android. Instagram: @umpaula_05 (main), @laupa_niliam (writer account), @daniela_cuckoobird (xip)
Thursday, July 3, 2025
I LOVE Variety Stores (and Here's Pictures of Clothes Too)
I like going everywhere for clothing inspiration, including places like ABC Superstores, Telco, Burlington, Macy's, Kohls, etc. Most of my friends dislike these stores to some extent.
But to me, these clothing stores feel very variety-store adjacent.
And I LOVE variety stores.
Wednesday, July 2, 2025
Night Doodle
Monday, June 23, 2025
Conferences and Wolbachia
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Maybe for starters, you could ask what the project is about, and they'll go through the hypothesis, experimental design, and conclusion. A small crowd may form around you to listen in too, but after that, what else should one ask?
I think in the shock of being at my first conference with real people doing real things, my mind blanked. So I often let someone else from the crowd ask a question to keep the momentum going.
But my goodness, I don't know if I could have made questions with the same depth as other people😢!
"Why did you choose this bacterial species and not xyz strains?"
"I see you've analyzed your samples with abcdefg technique but have you heard of hijklmnop. Maybe you should consider it because of qrxtuvw...."
"Hi I've just read dbqiwhwb's paper and I'm interested if you have an opinion of the future of eyqidbqiuqj as opposed to aqusbahshba?"
"What steps did you take ensure swywbsjvq is testing sgsjabsdwjbs and not wtqgqishqnai?.... Oh thats interesting but are you aware cnwhwisvai can affect pwehbwisbqb?"
But still, I felt a little defeated in my lack of knowledge about lots of big research words I didn't understand. Then I started wondering, what would progressing my knowledge even look like?
I asked my mentor and she said "you'll learn more over time, just be curious". Then I asked how she learned over time, and she said something along the lines of opportunities that come along, as well as dedication to self-teach.
But how do I know what resources to look into? Old books? New books? Google Scholar? Following a handful of professors and their papers online? Youtube? What am I even looking for???
I didn't ask this part out loud, but after steeping this thought, I think the answer is that it doesn't matter too much? (as long as its from a reliable resource, don't get it twisted 🫡)
Because at the conference, in the very back, were 2 tables of different companies selling lab analyzers and machinery advertised on these big brochures and catalogs. (They also had free pens and an adorable green-germ stress ball). I saw my mentor grab a catalog to take home, so I got one too, which was welcomed by the booth's salesperson. At first though, I didn't really know why my mentor took one in the first place because the items listed there cost, like, thousands of dollars, and also where would somebody put these mammoth chunks of steel in their houses, let alone how they would pay for the electricity bill? Then I realized I was being SILLY because she's the leader of a project and often buys supplies for the lab. Besides that though, why should I keep the catalog?
Then I realized this paper in my hands literally tells me all the latest trends people are buying for research, laying out for me the pros and cons of different technologies for me. Sure I've never heard of like 80% of the items listed but what's stopping me from googling them all on a slow afternoon? With this catelog, maybe I can finally, deeply understand the methodology section of any paper coming my way!
So after the conference, I realized 2 things...
A) I tend to be a very literal-minded person (why did I think she'd buy a DNA synthesizer for her home...😔).
B) It's okay to not know everything yet.
And how far do I go learning any new topics, ever?
I've been stumped on what new topic I could explore in this blog, but FINALLY, I present to you a YouTube video by Professor Beckmann introducing the bacterial genus Wolbachia, and its history. I was inspired by it being one of the few bacterial names that stuck with me after the conference.
I enjoyed this video because it goes through a quick rundown on the history and discovery of Wolbachia in a manner that makes each researcher's work or research questions seem very...approachable? Like, you don't need a PhD to just think of a good, strong question!
Plus, I've now been introduced to the concept of cytoplasmic incompatibility (CI), which can also be explored in this other Youtube video by Professor Beckmann. I'm intrigued because in school, we'll usually just learn that sperm+egg=combining DNA=instructions for new life, and that's about it. But what other factors, which I've never heard about, could also dictate reproduction, or other biologic processes? I just think it's neat how there's always something new to learn about in biology.
Going back to Wolbachia though, I've generally learned that...
- Wolbachia infects a broad majority insects
- Wolbachia has varying beneficial and adverse affects on reproduction, and
- Wolbachia insect infection is being explored as a sterilization method on Mosquitos to prevent the spread of disease (more on ethics in a future blog post?)
Is this good enough? Is my exploration too shallow? Should I be taking serious notes?
I'm still trying to make my own metrics of success in how deeply I research new topics.
But also, a part of me thinks that my notes may be sufficient for future conversations, because afterall, I'm not the one studying the insects right now, and maybe its okay to reach out to these experts if I'm still curious.
If I continue feeling insufficient, though, perhaps soon I'll read a Wolbachia paper to scan the backgrounds and experimental designs, since I tend to find the most context or broad details there.
BUT FOR NOW, I think I can say that a good amount of research to do on any new topic, is simply as much as I want! Because sometimes the goal of research is not to know everything or to ask the deepest questions. Sometimes it can just be to quench a bit of curiosity, which will always be present in my life, and maybe an everchanging whirlwind of ideas. Let me know what you guys think of this answer.
My value as a new researcher might simply about bringing things back to the basics, like to prompt easy communication about an experiment's goals, structures, results, and troubleshooting in near lay-language But also, I think I have my own value to bring from personal interests and communities. Inclusive language, feminist lenses, environmental concerns, composition and design, now blogging... everyone has a unique perspective that actually matters a lot in how we develop the world.
If I could go back to the conference, here's 3 genuine questions I would ask, now that I've brainstormed my own roles and capacities as a student.
- What's the most unexpected struggle you had in this project?
- What inspired you to form your question/hypothesis?
- What are some points or ideas you want other people to takeaway from your work?
Looking at this now, I probably could have just Googled "questions to ask a conference", but alas I did not think of that in the moment 😢. But perhaps creating them myself will make it tougher to forget them later, and I'm sure my sincerity will always lead to more good questions.
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Confessions of a Hypochondriac
The giant blue wave sucks in houses, trees, buildings, anything it can get its hands on. It swallows my childhood playground, years of swinging on swing sets and dancing on the yellow balance beams, lost forever. My eyes fixate helplessly from my bedroom window as the wave creeps up on my home. Strangely, no one in my family is panicking or making escape plans. Silence echoes throughout the apartment. It's just me, standing motionlessly as the powerful, unrelenting monster destroys everything I know. The wave is coming, rolling over the apartments across the street. I wait there, accepting my fate, my heart exploding, and my breath freezing. Just as it reaches me, my eyes flutter open.
I am staring at my white bedroom ceiling.
I have had this recurring nightmare for three years now, ever since returning to in-person high school after a global pandemic, which left me extremely paranoid about catching diseases. It’s no coincidence that my anxiety started getting worse around this time. Every cough, every muscle ache, every heart palpitation meant I was dying. I convince myself that I am dying, that there is nothing I can do. My body is a ticking bomb, and it’s only a matter of time before the doctor tells me I have a terminal illness.
These aren’t the thoughts an eighteen-year-old girl who successfully finished her first year of college should be thinking about. I should be breezily enjoying my summer vacation, relishing the joy of calling friends and making plans. Instead, I’m searching, “Signs you have colon cancer” on the internet.
The hypochondriac’s first reaction to discomfort is to go on Google. Let’s say that I have pain on the left side of my abdomen. I’ll ask, “Why does the left side of my abdomen hurt?” Google will give me a list of possibilities, each worse than the last. A myriad of gastrointestinal issues, ulcers, kidney infections, appendicitis, pancreatic cancer, and the list goes on. My breaths quicken immediately, my arms lose their feeling, and I have the nauseating sensation that I am falling, falling down a never-ending dark hole.
It’s all my own doing. No one pushed me down this claustrophobic hole, just my mind.
Going to an actual doctor? As if!
My family and I traveled to Ecuador for Christmas break a few months ago. Switching from my normal diet to heavy Ecuadorian food did wonders for my stomach. First came the gases, diarrhea, and then constipation as the cherry on top. I hadn’t worried too much about the gas or diarrhea because I usually got them when I visited Ecuador. But when the constipation lasted for five days, alarm bells went off in my head and I rushed to Google.
As expected, I got horrible results. Colon cancer, inflammatory diseases, I know them all. I repeatedly begged my mom to buy me a laxative. She gave in to my annoying pleas and handed me a teaspoon of magnesium milk. I expected this to work in minutes—it did nothing.
My mom, brother, and I were staying at a vacation house in the country. While they enjoyed the comfortable linen sheets and lush green mountain landscape in the front garden, I kept rushing to the bathroom in hopes of shitting. Nothing happened. My stomach started aching, and at that point, I was full-on panicking. I ran to my mom, who solved puzzles with my brother in the garden of the vacation house, urging her to take me to the doctor because something was seriously wrong with me.
“Calm down, hija,” she said, touching my arm. “Just be patient.”
“But my stomach hurts!” I insisted, on the verge of tears. What was wrong with me? From my brother’s perspective, I was acting like a dramatic, whiny girl.
“You’re gonna die,” he said meanly, fitting a puzzle piece into the almost complete picture of a koi fish.
“Shut up!” I screeched with teary eyes, producing annoying laughter from my brother.
My mom, creasing her forehead and chastizing my older sibling for his insensitivity, told me she’d call for a taxi to take us to the hospital in the city.
“Thanks for ruining our time here,” my brother shot with a scowl on his face as we got in the taxi. Although I hated abruptly ending our stay, I was more concerned about the disease affecting my stomach.
We made it to the hospital, my mom walking beside me and my brother begrudgingly moving behind. A medical assistant who was seeing patients for a consultation before their appointment greeted us and asked about the problem. My mom explained the situation while I stood ashamed by her side like a five-year-old. The assistant invited us into a room where he told me to lie down on a bed. My brother stayed in the waiting room. The assistant felt my stomach and pressed down hard, asking me if I had any pain. I shook my head. The assistant stopped at the lower left side of my abdomen.
“I feel something here,” he said.
A tumor? A stone?
“There is a buildup of stool here. She has what is called a fecal impaction, when a large stool is stuck in the rectum. We might have to give her an enema.”
My mother’s face paled. “What? Is that really necessary?”
I started feeling light-headed. What the hell was an enema? The medical assistant explained that it’s a device inserted up the rectum to suck the lodged stool from your butt. My stomach flipped over at the idea of having to go through something so humiliating and potentially painful.
And then I felt it. THE URGE.
The medical assistant showed me where the bathroom was and he pointed to a brown wooden door, where I promptly headed to relieve myself. As I sat on that toilet, all I could think was thank you God for loosening my bowels.
Embarrassment warmed my cheeks as we left the hospital. I couldn’t face my mother or brother, who were both silent.
“If you’d only been patient, we could’ve stayed at the vacation house. Getting so anxious over nothing,” she said.
I couldn’t muster anything to say back. She was right. I’d let anxiety completely overtake my thoughts and spiral into a hundred worst-case scenarios. We hailed a cab to where we were staying, and I remembered something that may have started my insanity.
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Seven years ago, I experienced what it was like to lose complete control.
Seven years ago, my family and I traveled to Ecuador for summer vacation, as we usually did. Because we traveled to Ecuador often and stayed there for about a month, my parents decided to rent an apartment for when we visited. The building was pretty tall, holding fifteen floors and a wide terrace overlooking the northern city of Quito. I loved going there early in the morning because of the gorgeous view of the snowy tip of the Cotopaxi volcano.
That summer day, my family and I had returned from a dinner at one of my mother’s friends’ houses. The sky was already dark, and most people in the building had returned from their long work day. I headed to the bathroom. Just as I was about to go, I noticed that the towel on the rack in front of me was shaking. I stared at it for a couple of seconds, confused at why it would be moving of its own accord. It must be the wind, I figured. Scanning around the bathroom, it hit me that there was no window.
“Earthquake!” my mother yelled from outside. Only then did I notice that the toilet I sat on was shaking. I jumped to my feet, lifted my pants, and dashed out of the bathroom while my brother and cousin followed my mother outside the apartment to the stairs. Everyone on my floor rushed upstairs to the terrace. My heart hammered in my ears as I darted up the wobbly stairs, trying my best not to fall over anyone. I was so close to vomiting, but my fear overpowered my nausea. The building swayed, tripping me. My brother gripped my arm and pulled me upright, his palms damp with sweat.
By the time we made it to the terrace, the earthquake stopped. I stared off at the distant golden city lights, catching my breath and watching as several people cried around me and comforted their loved ones. Many of them were still traumatized from a powerful earthquake that hit three months ago. What my family and I experienced was one of the aftershocks. The earthquake was over, but I still trembled. I’d never experienced such a terrifying, debilitating sensation before. You have no control over anything. You are at the mercy of nature’s will.
Upon returning to the US that summer, I was convinced that I was going to have a heart attack because my arm and chest hurt, unaware that they were physical symptoms of anxiety. My fingers constantly typed “possibilities of earthquake in NJ” on my iPad screen.
Now, seven years later, the constipation incident left me reflecting for a while after returning home. I confronted the fact that it’s not normal to be excessively paranoid about your health, to feel like you are drowning in a flood of worry. I also confronted the fact that I didn’t want to live my youth away by being worried about things I couldn’t control: nightmares, diseases, and natural disasters. But what I realized I could control was how I chose to face those things.
So, I’ve started accepting how being a hypochondriac affects my life. It makes me restless and paranoid every time I find that a healthy celebrity has passed away from a tragic illness. What if that happens to you? an evil voice whispers in my mind. I went to a therapist and talked about it. She made me aware of how my hypochondria is just another symptom of my overall anxiety. Something that I have to face daily, but I’m trying not to drown.
Just this morning, I researched “What is the likelihood of breast cancer in young adults?” Of course, the information Google gave me increased my panic and squeezed nervous sweat out of me. But what did I expect to happen? A magical assurance of NO, YOU WILL NEVER GET BREAST CANCER.
Life isn’t like that. We can never predict or know what is going to happen to us. But if I ever see someone I love go through something terrible, or if I go through something terrible, I don’t want to thrash and cry about my problem. I need to face it head-on because I believe that is the only way to come out strong on the other side.
The anxieties haven’t engulfed me in an endless ocean of worry yet, or else I wouldn’t be writing this. I’d be standing by my bedroom window, despairing over a problem that is out of my control, and let it become so massive that it kills my peace of mind.
I will escape the wave before it reaches me.
Saturday, June 7, 2025
Music Recommendations:3
Every so often, I'll recommend some tunes for your week! Here is a genre of music and some songs to try out for this upcoming week.
I've been listening to a lot of frutiger aero/spacey music, so join me and escape in the vibrantly bluish green graphics, early 2000s internet aesthetics, and of course,⭐hp⭐.
1. Aquarium Nightclub ~ Space Ghost ~ sounds like I'm drifting in a spaceship with my pet shiba inu. https://youtu.be/aAMCvIAihIU?si=1vY0PZguzJtvSICT
2. Dark Circle ~ HUS ~ in an internet cafe meeting the love of my life. https://youtu.be/RI53C4Ef--8?si=Y2BmTDI_6i3KS5jW
3. Online Office V4.20 ~猫 シ Corp~ I'm a middle-aged man stuck in a corporate office job. 猫 シ Corp - Online Office V4.20
4. You Are My Music ~hi-posi~ I'm watching silly cat videos with my ginger tabby snapping his paws beside me. https://youtu.be/iZkneWQxoxc?si=QAaw6EBxqQLeDNhe
5. BUTTERFLY ~TOWA TEI~ Omg I love this man. https://youtu.be/_DmK6bPt0bE?si=EiHxlg8_jKg1iiue
6. Pipopipo~Serani Poji~Moving in an electric blue car with a sea turtle cruising by. https://youtu.be/zExNDJ1V57o?si=AkHOmQNPCXWxD9lx