Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Tips for Being a Good Person

Live a life that's interesting enough that you don't have to speak ill of others for entertainment.
Embrace rejection and failure. They're going to happen several times in your life. Each one is a chance to grow stronger and more bold. "I've been through so much already, why would I let another failure get me down? Why would I be afraid to try again?"
Try not to complain too much. Sure, school might be hard, or there might be a long line at the supermarket, but your troubles are nothing compared to those of the vast majority of the world's population. You have clean drinking water. You're probably going to have something to eat tonight, and every night for the rest of your life. You live in a house, you have a car, and your car may even have a house of its own. Life is pretty good. Life is always pretty good.
Realize that there is no need to show off. Everyone has their own intricate, beautifully complex lives and they sincerely don't care about whatever feat you've artificially bloated to seem more impressive. Have enough confidence in yourself that your own approval is all you need. Similarly, don't be intimidated by someone waving their accomplishments in your face. The most boastful tend to have the frailest egos.
Make an effort in your writing. Language is an amazing tool for expressing your individuality. Proofread everything you write, even something as simple as a Facebook comment. Always aim to be more learned and well-spoken. When you hear a word or phrase you're unfamiliar with, look it up immediately, or write it down to look up later.
Communicate through conflict. It can be incredibly difficult, and you have to really care about someone to talk to them in a sticky situation. It's so much easier to just sit idly by and watch a friend continue hurtful behavior, or to lie to someone instead of telling them a difficult truth. But the hurtful behavior will continue, or the lie will unravel. And then relations fall apart. Be brave and be caring; say what needs to be said. To not communicate is to be a coward.
Conversely, if someone is communicating with you, then listen. They're showing you an immense amount of courage and affection. If you're dismissive of their words, then you're showing them that communicating with you is pointless. Relations won't last long after that. It takes courage to speak, and it takes courage to listen. Strive to do both.
Depression and suicidal thoughts are absolutely natural and should not be vilified or ignored. Honestly, I think if you're in your 20s and you haven't thought about suicide, that's abnormal. I don't necessarily mean that in an 'actively wanting to kill yourself' context. Thinking about suicide can just mean imagining how other people's lives would be affected after you're gone. Close friends, peripheral acquaintances, and total strangers would be affected in three completely different ways. Reflecting on such things helps you realize your place in the world and achieve self-awareness. My choir conductor in college explained the concept of self-awareness to me, and how it simply meant, "knowing how you affect the people around you." That's stuck with me ever since he said it, and that small piece of wisdom has given me a constant goal in life: to achieve self-awareness. If you are reading this, sir, thank you.
While I'm ranting, I want to thank anyone and everyone who's talked to me in the past year. Whether it was real talk over beers, or telling me you appreciated my jokes, or just a smile and greeting in passing, I appreciated it. I've been in a bit of a melancholy place and I fear that it makes me unapproachable at times.
It took a while for me to find my center. Things haven't gotten worse, but they haven't quite gotten better either. That's just the nature of life, I think; not just for me, but for everybody. In hindsight, life can seem like a series of ups and downs, but in the present, it can be long, static stretches of "meh." The stagnancy and ennui can be soul-crushing, and I think most people are faced with them all the time. You may be feeling bored, stressed, anxious, and frustrated with life, but so is everyone else. Have some empathy and be kind to each other. Life is about people, after all. Making each other laugh, driving people home at 4am, giving and receiving gifts. You remember those moments more fondly than a number on a piece of paper, be it grades or salary. So be good to each other, always. The universe may not always punish the wicked or reward the good, but if you take care of the people around you, no matter how awful life gets, at least you can hold your head high, with clean conscience and cheerful mind.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Wilsop's Fables: The Goose and the Raccoon

I started writing this as an inside joke, but ended up putting way too much thought into it and taking so long that the people in on the joke have probably forgotten all about it.

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Wilsop's Fables: The Goose and the Raccoon
By Wilson Chung
Contributing authors: Kathleen MacAulay, Brodie Reinhart, Mary-Claire Sanderson

Once upon a time, there lived a young goose in a stone tower high above the land. Bored, restless, and alone, the goose had no way to leave the tower, as he was still too young to fly. His only friend was a raccoon who lived in the surrounding forest, who would climb the tower every day to bring him food and keep him company. They would chat about anything and everything for hours on end, but there was one thing in particular the goose kept bringing up.

"I can see another tower over there." said Goose. "Far across the forest and the river. I wonder what's in it? It's probably beautiful, far better than this pile of rubble."

"Don't worry too much about it, Goose." Raccoon yawned. "That tower is way out in another land, another country, and we have no way of reaching it."

"Maybe you can't reach it, but I will. I'll be able to fly soon enough. Then I'll finally leave this stupid tower and this stupid forest behind."

"This 'stupid forest' is my home, Goose. And what about me, hmm? After you fly off to this other tower, where will that leave me?"

"I don't care! I need to get there!"

Raccoon fell silent and climbed back down to the forest. After that, day after day, their conversations grew strained. Goose's obsession with the other tower worsened, and tensions between the two friends grew. One day, it finally all came to a head, and the two fought viciously, with tooth and claw and beak and wing.

"After all I've done for you, Goose! You have a good life! Why must you pine over something you don't need?"

"Shut up, Raccoon! All you've ever done is hold me back! I'm getting out of here!" Goose drove his beak into Raccoon's neck, leaving him collapsed and barely breathing. Goose leapt from the tower window, and spread his wings.

And he flew. Finally, after months and months trapped in that stone tower, he was free. The other tower was visible on the horizon, slowly getting closer. Goose felt the wind beneath his wings, overjoyed.

But he didn't make it far. He was still too young to fly such a distance, and he was badly wounded from the fight. His strength left him, his wings gave out, and he plummeted from the sky, falling unconscious as he crashed into the harsh coldness of the river.

He awoke soon after, flailing and terrified. He was on a fishing boat, with a man's hands around his neck. The scene was loud with shouting and laughter from the fishermen, as well as his own screams. He managed to wriggle free, summoned what strength he had left, and flew off, managing to reach a nearby mountain before falling back to the earth, exhausted.

And in front of him stood a quaint little cottage, abandoned but still inhabitable. Goose took in his surroundings and entered, and realized that it was all perfect. His fixation with the other tower disappeared; he decided that this cottage would be just as great a new home for himself, if not better.

After he regained his strength, he went back to find Raccoon. He was glad to see his old friend still alive. Warily, they spoke again, and tried to rekindle the deep friendship that they had once had. But they could never find it again.

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Morals of the Story

Don't get so fixated on your goals that you become blind to everything else. The path to your goal may be filled with unexpected danger, or may branch off towards a better opportunity; you must be able to see and adapt to either one.

Don't let your ambition stand in the way of your friendships. Take care of those who care about you; otherwise, even if you reach your selfish goal, you'll find yourself without friends.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Eurasian Eagle-Owl, The Bush Dog, and The Ocean Sunfish

The Eurasian Eagle-Owl

- Found all across Europe and Asia
- 2.5 foot body length, 6 foot wingspan
- One of the largest owl species in the world
- Its scientific name is Bubo bubo, which is hilarious





The Bush Dog

- Found in the northern regions of South America
- About a foot tall, 2-3 feet long, and 15 lb in weight
- Also known as the Vinegar Dog due to the strong vinegar-like scent it produces








The Ocean Sunfish

- Found in tropical and temperate regions of the world's oceans
- The average adult can be 11 feet in length
- The average adult weighs up to 2200 lb, making it the largest bony fish in the world by weight. Its highest recorded weight is 5000 lb.
- Females produce the most eggs of any vertebrate; up to 300 million at a time
- Eats jellyfish
- Gets eaten by sea lions, killer whales, sharks, and Asian people
- Following deep dives into cold water, the sunfish will flip on its side on the ocean's surface to warm up and get a nice tan





Basking behavior



Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Story of Mack and Opsonia

A short story inspired by making a joke that an Immunology textbook is still a better love story than Twilight.

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"There is a disease upon this world, Mack. We have to do what we can to save it."

"I know that. I've fought the invaders before. But this time is different...I can't see any of them. None of the phages can."

"But I can." Opsonia stepped forward. "I can see them, and I can show them to you. Then you can destroy them, and this world may yet live on."

"You would be killed in the process. I can't do it. I won't."

"This is what I was made to do, Mack." she said, her voice growing soft. "If I don't act, the world as we know it will end."

"I don't care, Opsonia. I don't care if the world crashes down and we die here. As long as we're together." Mack said. Opsonia smiled sadly.

"You have to live on and keep fighting. And you'll find another. Someone young and wild who will love you even more than I."

"I care not for those reckless lymphomaniacs. I love only you, Opsonia. We complement each other so well."

"...I know."

They drifted together in silence for several moments.

"There." Opsonia's eyes widened. "There's one of them. The invaders."

"Don't do this. Please."

"I have to." Without another word, she ran towards the foreign entity.

"Opsonia! Don't!" Mack chased after her, but could not keep up with his great size. He watched in horror as she stopped suddenly and presented the invader to him.

"We always knew it would end like this, Mack." she said, eyes glistening.

"I can't. Opsonia..."

She was bound to the invader now; there was no turning back.

"Do it, Mack. Do it."

He embraced her, gently, and blinked back his tears.

"I love you." she said softly. He continued to wrap himself around her, then the invader, completely engulfing them. Soon he could feel them both being undone.

"I'm sorry." he whispered.

The world continued to flow around him.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

The Gharial

Today's Animal of the Day is the Gharial, a crocodile found in northern India. It has a distinct long, thin jaw which it uses to catch fish. It grows to an average length of 15 feet and an average weight of 400 lbs. The Gharial is the only crocodilian species with sexual dimorphism, meaning the dudes look different from the girls. Male Gharials have a knobby growth at the end of their snouts, the function of which is not well understood. Some speculate that it plays a role in breathing or sound production, but it's 
probably just for looking damn sexy.

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Kunekune

Today's Animal of the Day is the Kunekune, a breed of domestic pig found in New Zealand. In the Maori language, 'Kunekune' means 'fat and round', which is also what they used to call me in high school. This breed of pig is relatively small, hairy, and short-snouted. Its most distinctive features are the wattles that dangle under its neck, which are usually only seen in certain birds and goats. The wattles are functionally useless and probably just serve as a fashion statement.