In the last part, I rambled a bit about my thoughts on how society treats photography nowadays, but I want to switch gears to the little project I gave myself for 2021. To recap, in late 2020 I downloaded a HUJI camera app on my phone and have been taking pictures of things that make me happy or that I don’t want to forget since. I decided that starting with January 2021, I’d make a faux old-fashioned yearbook for just myself.
Tattoos: poking ink into the dermal layer of your skin into aesthetically pleasing designs in hopes they stay there long-term. Such a strange concept as they do not directly affect our survival, yet still are found as an art form all around the world, past, present, and probably future. Their significance can be as simple as “I like this drawing and want it on me” to having deep religious and cultural meaning. In some places, such as Japan, they have negative connotations, such as tying you to gangs and other nefarious activity. In others, it demonstrates your rank in society, such as in some Polynesian cultures. For myself, personally, I find them a form of self-expression and art. It is not that I simply love every tattoo; I’ve seen some quite hideous ones or even ones in places that lead me to believe one’s life choices may be a bit skewed. Overall, though, I appreciate them and have wanted to both adorn myself with them and do the same for others. I still remember being in the limo on the way to prom and looking up with my friend what it takes to become a tattoo artist, a job I secretly still wish to have. Later, in university, I told myself that if I got into medical school, I’d get a tattoo as a form of celebration. What I’m trying to say is that this is something I’ve considered for a long time, and now that I will be starting graduate school, I decided I’ll actually go through with it.
Photography is consumed at a considerably larger scale than ever before thanks to the Internet, yet the appreciation for the art of it is not proportional to these changes. It’s quite vexing that photography once was an esteemed, genuine art form in the public’s eye yet now is something we expect to see every time we open up our phones. But, if we see low quality, poorly composed photos, we mock it. On the other hand, photos that are museum-worthy are overlooked for someone’s travel photos laden with cutesy filters. Our eyes are trained to expect a specific type of photo and many of us expect nothing different. It has become something artistically undervalued and socially commonplace.
As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and for me, this chapter of my life spent in Honduras has concluded, a brief intermission in Chicago has begun, and soon, a new chapter in Carbondale will follow. I do have my hopes there will be a “Honduras– Revisited!” at some point, but that hope I will tuck into my heart and allow myself to find again one day, a surprise for when I go to put it in the wash and check the pockets. I was only in Honduras for a little less than half a year, but it feels like much longer. I am grateful to have met so many incredible people, all of which have made an impact on me in various ways. I have been shown more kindness than I deserve and that I could never pay back in full. Honduras quickly became my second home, not necessarily only in the physical sense, but by the people who immediately befriended me, who stayed patient all the times I got tongue-tied in Spanish, who laughed at my (supposedly) Russian-sounding r’s, who taught me how to cook, who showed me the best hiking trails, who made it their goal to have me try the “essential” Honduran foods (cough cough all of them), who shared their music and eagerly received mine back, spent their evenings with me, and made me feel more welcome in a foreign place than I usually feel at home.
Apical extension is a major characteristic of fungi with tubular hyphae. As exploratory organisms, being able to extend and dip their mycelia into the space around them is a crucial part of survival. They produce biomass, such as lipids and proteins, which are delivered to the tips of their filaments via vesicle trafficking, allowing them to add on their ends to keep growing outward. Once a fungus finds something of value, extension stops and branching begins to milk whatever food source they found. Other outwardly extending systems, such as blood vessels in humans, may seem similar, but these traits evolved convergently, such being that there are only so many ways to branch out radially with autotropism, or avoiding bumping into yourself. On a side note, sometimes positive autotropism is needed, specifically for hyphal fusions, but this is not the case most of the time.
Hoy quiero compartir un poema. Por favor entiende que todavía estoy aprendiendo español, y todavía estoy aprendiendo como escribir poesía. Para mi, las palabras me sienten más fluidas y abstractas en español que inglés. Es más fácil compartir un sentimiento o vibra. Disfruta.
Early in September, Karli asked me if we wanted to do anything for our Semana Morazánica holiday, to which I replied, “h-e-double hockey sticks-yes.” At the time I had just found out I had been accepted to graduate school and knew my GRE would be right before the holiday, so celebration was rightfully in order. After much Google Flights searching, as well as where we could get to via bus, we realized a trip to Disney World would be entirely possible and we booked it that night. $600 each before food costs later, we had our Florida plans in order (ironically, it would have cost more for us to visit Roatán). Now, I write this as I sit on my plane back to San Pedro Sula, so I want to share a little bit of our trip while it is fresh in my mind.
Back in Chicago, when I did one-on-one tutoring, it was often hard to see which of my students’ study habits or traits were the most effective in acquiring a natural use of language. Every student comes in starting at a different skill level with different study preferences and histories, so, with such a small and isolated test group, I could not determine if something was simply personal preference or actually a general good habit to have. For instance, I still remember one of my advanced-yet-stuggling-to-progress adult students showing me a notebook where she had page after page of news articles and song lyrics copied down. On the other hand, a friend of mine who was excelling in autodidactically learning another language showed me their notebook of fancily-written journal entries filled with sentences they copied off the web or that they used a translating app to help them produce. It works so well for one, so why not the other, right? Does it have something to do with skill level? Would a beginner benefit more from this method than someone advanced? Was one of these people simply an anomaly? Who’s to say? Some of these things I picked up myself. I found that writing song lyrics helped me hear the words better while listening, and translating phrases as I do activities helped, while writing large texts and articles left me bored.
As was mentioned in Chapter 1, the extent of fungal diversity is vast yet lies in highly uncharted territories; there is simply so much we still don’t know! Although there are millions of undiscovered species, there are also species that have such different sexual and asexual forms that they are wrongly labeled as two separate entities. Scientists are improving their methods, leading to a better understanding of how they should be classified. The chapter goes through the major players in the fungal kingdom, showing what differentiates the phyla.
Book in hand, you are taken to the little island home of Anne Morrow Lindbergh. There, she presents to you a few specially collected shells from the nearby sands and explains what each one means to her in regards to life and relationships. You are shown the channeled whelk, the moon shell, the double-sunrise, the oyster bed, and the argonauta. You are taught about the ebbs and flows of living, of your right to discovering yourself, to the multitude of ways relationships can take form, and how to be alone. After, you are treated with an author’s reflection about two decades after the original publishing, allowing her to point out where she feels she went wrong, where she went right, and how her past thoughts apply to herself in a new stage of life.