2.5

It should go without saying, but to be clear: none of the views expressed in this blog represent the view of anyone I’m affiliated with – those funding me through the Fulbright program, those I work with, etc. These are all my own thoughts. And my thoughts recently have been filled with a lot of politics.

Let me be open in saying that I’m a pretty liberal person. Maybe talking about the environment incessantly and low-key talking about progressive lifestyles gave that away already. I’m watching things in the States unfold from afar, so it has been difficult to distinguish reality from sensationalism. But here is what I know and think, after a little bit of research (representative sources linked, I wouldn’t let you down):

People Are Being and will Continue to be Victimized

First: women. This isn’t actually all that new. In fact, if you’ve been paying attention to the news since you were old enough to read, you would know that violence against women is a thing. Minority, low-income, and young women are disproportionately victimized in particular. This is worldwide, mind you. But focusing for a moment on the United States and certain potential political actions, you can perhaps see my distress.

Let’s start with the potential cut of the Office of Violence Against Women. This group provides grants to organizations – like police districts – to perform training to aid women who are victims of violence. Pair this with the cuts to Civil Rights, Community Policing, and other federal agencies, and you’re looking at a pretty clear message that protecting the most victimized peoples in America (of which women make up a number) is really not on the agenda.

Then, you look at the response to the Women’s March on Washington – “they should have voted.” Yikes. Just real quick: dude is literally sitting in the Oval Office still being worried about the popular vote – not in the way we are, you know, with the rumors of hacking and jazz, but in the way that he’s sad he didn’t win it…pretty freaky.

Digressing – I shouldn’t forget to talk about the ongoing hate-fest against Planned Parenthood, and in particular pro-choice folks. Listen, I really wish abortions didn’t have to be a thing. I really don’t. But let’s all agree that the viral photo of only men in the room of the signing of an executive order that deals with lady parts is a little weird, right?

Women aren’t the only ones to worry about here. LGBTQIA+ communities are also being called out. Our new VP has been a pretty vocal heteronormative policymaker. While the verdict is still out on whether or not he actually supports conversion therapy (that’s when people’s demons are zapped out of them, because that makes sense) it is beyond clear that he’s no advocate for the rights of humans who happen to choose a bedmate that he himself would not have selected. To be fair, most of those bedmates probably don’t want Pence either…

Then there are minorities in the US – long persecuted and subject to institutionalized bigotry. And immigrants, legal or illegal it doesn’t matter. Then there are the poor. The working middle class….I could keep going to name almost every group. When one group suffers, we all suffer. That much is known. When so many are about to continue to be victimized, or about to be re-victimized by certain policy repeal (like the Affordable Care Act), there is a problem.

I’ve seen a non-trivial number of responses to the Women’s March from women stating that they’ve never felt “othered” as a woman, and that since we [women] have it better here in the US versus other countries, we should be thankful rather than active. First, I’m thrilled to hear that they’ve never felt othered as a woman – and I wish I could share that sentiment. And I’m sure all the strong ladies who put the policies in place with that goal in mind would also be thrilled – we really are in a pretty good place. But just because we’re in a good place, or at least a better place to some of our international sisters, doesn’t mean we can’t demand greater things. It probably means that we should demand greater things not only for ourselves, but for our sisters.

Thankful shouldn’t mean complacent.

Intellectuals Will Not be Silenced Peacefully

Speaking of which, the fact that Twitter has become a place for intellectual protest really reminds me that it’s the year 2017: a myriad of wonderful technologies at our fingertips, same draconian fear of knowledge.

The federal hiring freeze, while troublesome to us outsiders, is not unprecedented. This federal hiring freeze, coupled with gag orders on federal agencies, particularly the EPA…now that’s getting a little suspicious. Couple that with the timing of the go-ahead on the midwest pipelines that people are literally laying down their lives to prevent, and you might be seeing a pattern here. Then you’ve got the sensationalized removal of “climate change” from the White House pages, the sensationalized EPA claim that they were ordered to take down “climate change” pages,  and the not so sensational but pretty terrifying possibility that all published works may need political review and I’m fairly comfortable in saying that there is a problem.

Science is not political. Or it is really not supposed to be. It is meant to be “the truth.” Apolitical. Just a statement of “the facts” – whether or not they’re good news or bad news or fulfilling some sort of agenda. When science and scientists come under fire for literally doing their jobs, you’re looking a the stuff we see super villains do in movies in which they trick the general populace into loving them through misinformation while the world burns.

And the world is burning. Climate change is real. Ocean acidification is real. And we are legitimately in trouble. These aren’t “alternative facts” – there are the “fact facts.”

So when I read about how policies like the Climate Action Plan and the Waters of the U.S., are “burdensome” and need to be removed, I get a little worried.  Because those policies, in a way, are meant to be a bit burdensome – to inspire us to innovate so we can both be better in business and better in health/environment. So that we have to THINK about our capitalistic intentions before acting on them. (sidenote here, in the America First plan, we want to get rid of the Waters of the US rule…ironic). So that when we grow our businesses, we can continue growing the beauty of our nation. If for some reason keeping our water and air clean is keeping America from “being great again,” then I’m not really sure what “great” means.

On a more personal note, I’m pretty terrified about where I’m going to end up in all of this. The whole reason I’m in this field, you know, other than because I think the ocean is amazing, is because I want to get the truth out to people in order to influence policies which will help to protect our planet. That is apparently a pretty radical thing to do. And I’m down for the fight, but there shouldn’t need to be one in the first place.

Foreign Relations Are Going to be Strained

I mean, with a slogan like “America First” it probably doesn’t give other countries the warm-fuzzies.

Well, there is the wall. That he still wants Mexico to pay for. I’m pretty sure that Trump missed the part where Tom Sawyer got the other kids to paint the fence was because he was clever and made it fun, not because he demanded it. Not saying that Trump should have tricked Mexico into paying for it, but you know, at least attempted tact. Or, perhaps cracked down on corruption at the border. Or, you know, actually thought about investing in Mexico so that people are less likely to leave in the first place…

Then there is the ban on refugees and peoples of certain descent from entering the country. Look…we’re all terrified of being terrorized. That’s the point of terrorism (logical). Refugees are not thinking about committing acts of terror – they’re thinking about escaping it. We should be honored that they think that America is safe enough, caring enough, and strong enough to be a place free of terror. And we should not make the same mistakes of the past (remember Anne Frank and her family, as just one story of the many people turned away during the crimes of that time).

Then there is Russia, the cold reception of the NATO alliance, and the ever unclear relationship between these powerful leaders. Now living in Estonia, I can assure you people are worried. Tallinn is not eager to be the next Crimea. And I’m not super excited to potentially be here when it happens.

Then, there’s the Trans-Pacific Partnership backout. I’m going to be honest when I say I don’t know a whole lot about economics, and whether this is good or bad. But the countries involve in the agreement are no doubt a bit upset. And China is no doubt a bit excited. And there is also little doubt that global economics impact…well…everyone…by its very nature, so certainly there are some ramifications that we’ll feel.

Being Angry and Active is Exhausting

If the Women’s March is any indication, and the soon-coming Scientist March, and the small demonstrations throughout the nation and globally – then there are some angry people out there. But unlike the armchair activism of the past, these angry people are willing to be physically present in their activism.

This is exciting. And I hope the momentum continues, because the health of our democracy has literally been downgraded to “flawed” and the only thing I can seen improving it is an active constituency that gets stuff done politically.

But it will be exhausting. And complacency is so easy. Just look at the struggle of the Black Rights Matter movement to gain momentum and support from privileged groups. Privilege allows someone to brush off the indignities of others in favor of keeping themselves comfortable. We can’t allow ourselves to be comfortable anymore. We should have never allowed it in the first place.

As activists continue to flood the streets, and phones, and media, we do need to consider a lot: inclusivity, intersectionalism, and sensitivity to the other side. We need bipartisan movements, because then we win. We have to be willing to compromise. We have to be willing to be wrong. We have to listen – and not just listen to respond, but listen to understand.

2.5

The infamous apocalypse clock was moved forward to 2.5 minutes until midnight (being the fabled moment of humanity’s downfall). Today. Only 1953 has seen a “time” closer to “the end.”

One could take this as a sign that times are literally at the precipice of something catastrophic, or one of humanities greatest “come together” moments in modern history.

I’m a big fan of those completely campy action flicks in which everyone puts aside their differences in order to defeat evil alien invaders and world peace is known. I’m not asking for that here. But, I am hoping that the side on which every member of humanity is treated with the dignity of being human, is on the winning front.

A few months ago I had the honor of speaking on behalf of my graduating class at Olin. Among my cheeky references to events in Ferguson, the transgender bathroom debates, and *gasp* climate change, I said then to the class of graduating engineers:

Among so many other things, Olin has taught us the importance of collaboration. And we, together, will be agents of change. The support we have for one another doesn’t end when we walk across this stage, and we will build our network even broader in pursuit of our passions and values. We will use our rebellious nature to remold “the man” – not just stand against it.

At this critical moment – this time in which we will be handed diplomas and drive off to whatever we have planned next – let’s celebrate our achievement and give thanks for the privilege of going to this school, at this time, with these people.

Tomorrow, let’s get back to work.

I stood by those words then, as I stand by them now. My place is in the rebellion – I hope you’ll join me. I could use your help.

Holiday

I had the fortune to spend Christmas at home with my family and friends. What a shock returning home after such a whirlwind of work-related travel.

Some funny things I noticed, with new eyes, once I was home:

  1. Our cars are comically large. And our roads equally wide. I had been in denial that cars in America were much larger than your run-of-the-mill vehicle in Europe, but I can safely say that this is just simply wrong. Driving my vehicle again (“little” Ford Ranger) felt like piloting a boat.
  2. We really love lights during the winter holidays. A lot. Certainly the Old Town in Tallinn, and the other cities I visited, were decked out in winter cheer; but our suburbs really take it to the next level.

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    Guilty as charged. As always, the parental units make an absolutely cheery display. Not pictured (sorry Dad): a giant Dr. Suess-esque Christmas Tree made of lights with a great backstory – ask me about it sometime).

  3. Speaking of holiday lights, the “Christmas Tree” that we think about during the holidays is non-trivially more decorated than the quintessential “Christmas Tree” in parts of Europe, in which a string or two of lights would be considered perfect.

  4. There are just so many water fountains. It’s great.

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    Seen in Boston.

While home, I had the pleasure of being in Maryland, Pennsylvania (to visit maternal family), and Massachusetts – my adopted home. While in Boston I visited the New England Aquarium (I was feeling a little bit of withdraw from the ocean).

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The aquarium in Boston is an absolutely great place. I highly recommend it.

Soon after returning to Tallinn, I was back on a plane on my way to Amsterdam to take a short personal holiday (the weekend) to visit with a friend traveling in Europe for work. A few years ago I had visited Amsterdam as part of a youth organization called People to People. At that time, we hadn’t really the opportunity to truly experience the city, so I was looking forward to returning. I was certainly not disappointed.

If I could only describe Amsterdam in three words, they would have to be: friendly, green, and fascinating.

Amsterdam is the capital of the Netherlands, sometimes also referred to as Holland. People who live in the Netherlands are referred to as the Dutch. You may have recently heard of the Dutch in the news either because you watched this lovely piece of sass greeting the new President, or read about the recent international abortion fund issued by the country in response to certain American executive orders.

Perhaps from these things alone you may have gathered that the Netherlands is a fairly progressive place. If I told you then that prostitution is legal, arguably celebrated and even regulated (it is the oldest profession, right?), a distinction between “soft” and “hard” drugs has led to the widespread accessibility and use of weed that can be purchased at “coffee shops”, and everyone (well….almost everyone) rides a bicycle as a form of commuting, then perhaps you wouldn’t be surprised. Nor, then, would you be shocked to learn that the country has a strong renewable energy push (like wind…). But here is a cool thing that isn’t immediately obvious, unless you’re a geography buff: a nontrivial amount of the landmass that is considered part of the country is actually reclaimed land from the ocean. That is pretty nifty indeed.

In Amsterdam proper there is no lack of museums touting the history and culture of the country. There are also a number of wonderful art museums (we went to the Van Gogh museum for instance, and the Rijksmuseum). But there is one special place that all tourists seem to flock to, and that is the Anne Frank House.

Yes, Anne Frank lived in Amsterdam – a place her family learned to call home after leaving their beloved Germany. They were Jewish, a dangerous thing to be in the 40s. When those that were persecuting Jews came to the Netherlands, Anne and her family along with two other families, were hidden in a “Secret Annex” that was a part of the company building that her father worked for. Together, they lived there for quite some time, receiving food and news from their allies on the outside – employees of Mr. Frank. Some of that news was a rejection for refuge in the United States due to the political climate and fear of the impact a refugee population would have. The Annex was eventually captured and all living there were subsequently sent to concentration camps. Of all the people in the Annex, only Mr. Frank survived. He published his daughter’s diary; a story that tells of a typical child being forced to grow up too quickly; but her written words were ones of hope.

Her lifestory ends in Bergen-Belson concentration camp, alone, after watching her mother and sister precede her; Mr. Frank being separated from them early on.

Visiting the Anne Frank House is a humbling experience, to say the least. It is also reminds one of the duality of human nature: hope and fear. Hope for a better life, hope for mercy, hope for kindness – fear of death, fear of strangers, fear of the unknown. And in so much as it unapologetically illustrates the human condition, it also shows the consequences: unspeakable acts of bravery such as the allies of the Annex or unspeakable acts of cruelty.

It is a story that resonates with the rhetoric, or the rhetoric I perceive, today – of nationalism, walls, denial of refugees, religious discrimination…I can only have hope that the cruelty of the past does not repeat itself – and that bravery overcomes.

Working Abroad of Living Abroad

If you’ve read anything from a few blog posts back, you know I’m working on some marine robotics “stuff” at the Centre for Biorobotics affiliated with the Tallinn University of Technology. My robotic platform is called the U-CAT, and it is a turtle-like low-cost robot used for marine archaeology. Thus far, I’ve mainly done some controls work on the vehicle, allowing it to move more quickly, efficiently, and all that jazz. I’ve also started working on developing a behavior-based navigation scheme for automatic exploration of an “enclosed submerged environment” – scientist speak for shipwrecks or ruins.

This has been a lot of fun.

But one of the reasons I chose this lab was it’s focus on field work. And I have not been disappointed.

Very early in my time with the lab I went to Rummu Quarry for some simple field work (as I wrote about a few months ago). But in November I was invited to accompany two of my colleagues as a support engineer on a multi-institution project field trial in Scotland.

Whoa.

First, it was a huge honor to get invited – this was not my project, though it was with the robotic platform I had been working on. Second, the premise was also super different than what I had been doing – using some acoustic communication and database protocols for multi-vehicle collaboration. That’s a mouthful. We arrived, me having prepared almost nothing (which was pretty stressful…since as many of you know, or perhaps can guess, I’m big on the whole “planning and preparation” thing) and got straight to work. We met our friends and collaborators at the Ocean Science Laboratory at the University of Edinburgh and prepped there for a day or so, before packing up for our field trial location: Loch Earnhead.

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Oh, the sacrifices one makes for science.

Our testing location was pretty beautiful. And except for a small tease of rain and mist on our last day of trials, the weather was simply perfect for outdoor testing and working. The sleepy little town at the Loch featured the inn and pub we stayed and worked at while there, with curious locals wondering what all these nerds were doing playing in the water in November.

No, we didn’t find, nor were we searching for, Nessie. Promise.

The locals kept us very well fed – nothing like a true Scottish breakfast.

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Me watching Jaan document his breakfast as Taavi documents Jaan documenting his breakfast. A true Scottish breakfast, consisting of potato scone, tomato, bacon, black/blood pudding, sausage, and egg. Not pictured is the mountain of toast also provided. PC Taavi.

The trials themselves were a huge success. I helped with robot-side implementation of the navigation scheme that took the acoustic signal’s message and turned it into action. AND IT WORKED. That was the crazy part.

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Look at how much fun I’m having! (Actually, everything was very broken at this moment…this is the face of someone who has spent too long outside over many days staring at a computer screen and has finally cracked). PC  Taavi, one of my colleagues. My other colleague Jaan is pictured.

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The whole crew, from front to back: Jaan, me, Taavi, Nick (OSL), and Gordon (OSL). And of course our lovely robots.

We had just enough time at the end of trials to return to Edinburgh for an evening, in which we explored a bit of the old town, and enjoyed more Scottish eats before returning home.

With only a handful of days in Tallinn, I prepared for our next trials to be done on the controller work I had completed. These trials would be in the south of France, in and around Montpellier.

The trials were a little more chaotic this time – the pool we were to be testing in had been drained months earlier for maintenance, which we found out just before departing (oh yeah, that was a good conversation). In our first days there, we explored and found a suitable stand-in facility, a lake about 40 minutes drive north of Montpellier. Later we would travel to La Seyne sur Mer to use the controlled test environment at IFREMER, a maritime research institution very similar to Woods Hole in the United States.

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Again, a true sacrifice. Lac Salagou.

At the lake we tuned the controllers. For those that aren’t familiar, a “controller” is used to make something like a motor behave in a smoother way. Almost all motorized things we use today have some sort of controller embedded in it. Software controllers are just a bunch of equations which incite this behavior. And these equations have variables which can be adjusted for the “best” behavior. Tuning is the process of finding these variables. And essentially amounts to plopping a robot in water and fiddling with numbers and graphs until someone on the team is happy.

We spent several days doing this.

Over the weekend, Taavi and I took a little break to tour around the South of France, going through the mountains and parks north of Montpellier, then traveling to the coast.

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The Mediterranean. December in the south of France is pretty nice.

Jaan from the lab joined us for an evening, then Taavi departed and we were left with our French colleague to get to La Seyne sur Mer.

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The car was very full. Not pictured: backseat is mostly robot. And a nook suitable for a Victoria.

There, we met our colleague’s colleagues at IFREMER and got to work finishing with the controllers, and also testing a special “computer vision” protocol I developed, which allowed the U-CAT to “see” and follow another robot around the pool. Sorry, no pictures of this – we’re waiting to figure out whether we’ll publish anything before sharing the results. What I can say: it worked. And it was a huge relief, given how hectic and limited the trial time was.

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Our new testing site.

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My office.

All in all, I’m so thankful for the opportunity to travel so much and meet such wonderful people. The experience is definitely invaluable, and I’m glad I could work on something useful to the lab and the lab partners.

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The team: Jaan, me, our colleague Ahmed. PC: the random scientist we stopped as we strolled out of the facility on our last day of testing and realized we needed a picture together. Thus, all the random things we’re holding.

One thing I noticed during these trials: where were the ladies at? I was pretty surprised not to interact with a single woman during any of my trials – in Scotland or France – in a capacity beyond a secretary. Glad I could help represent a little, but sad that I didn’t get to network with others. Something I’ll want to reflect on more as I go forward…

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Me, reflecting. PC: Taavi, at the Mediterranean.

Entertaining

In November, life started getting a little crazy for me. It kicked off with a visit from my Dude, which was pretty great. For those who can and would like to, my couch is open until the end of May!

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Our selfie game is slowly improving. PC Bill.

During Dude’s visit, we went to Tartu (my first time there, actually) which is a major city in Estonia in the Central Southeast of the country. There we went to the Estonian National Museum.

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The U-CAT is on display at the museum. I’m pretty proud. PC Bill.

Closer to home, in Tallinn, we went to a craft market, the Museum of Occupations, and several other history museums, in addition to the Tallinn TV Tower for dinner. All planned by the Dude (was there a week and he already was hosting me around the city).

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At the Museum of Occupations, near Old Town.

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Look, old stuff!

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Just your casual freaky abstract art exhibit in a castle tower basement. You know.

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Twinning at one of the history museums in Old Town.

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A very serious news broadcast at the TV tower.

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Being a hooligan at Linnahall.

It was great to share my new home with someone, and debrief on all the little things that make Estonia so unique – from simple exchanges at the grocery store, to the architecture, to the public transit system, to the rich and tumultuous history and identity of the place – it was a great time to reflect on my time thus far.

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Practicing for a Christmas card. The Christmas Market in Tallinn kicked off the last weekend of Dude’s visit. PC Bill.

Swiftly after Dude’s departure, I packed up and ventured to Scotland for 10 days to help out with some field trials conducted by my colleagues…then returned for a handful of days, to depart again for France to spend two weeks on trials there for a project I led…then returned in time to enjoy a bit of Tallinn’s Christmas cheer before venturing home for the holidays…to now finally be back…only to depart again soon to spend a little time with a friend in the the Netherlands. Details of my international travels will be on the way – can certainly say I’m looking forward to fewer plane rides in my future!

A Month in the Life

Well, the last month has been a real ride.

Since I last wrote, I’ve been to a variety of classical music concerts in Tallinn, marginally improved my Estonian language skills, read a lot of papers, wrote a lot of code, ran a lot of simulations, defended local salmon, and continued to develop the relationships with the amazing people I’ve met along the way.

The salmon piece may be the most immediately interesting – it is spawning season, making the fish illegal to catch here. But, it is spawning season, meaning that the fish are all in one place, swimming upstream, and very easy to catch. This leads to a serious temptation that has historically harmed the overall population of salmon in certain rivers in Estonia. To combat illegal fishing, a group of fishermen started a Salmon Patrol, which involves 24/7 shifts in which small groups vigilantly walk along a stretch of river dissuading those with ill intent. My lab got involved as external volunteers. We were very enthusiastic our first week – my group took a 6 hour shift from 9PM to 3AM. I should remind the kind reader of this post that the temperature has been just above freezing here – and at night it gets much colder. There is nothing like tromping around a frost-covered forest, looking for fish, and feeling the thrill of “the hunt” with your coworkers at 1 in the morning. I highly recommend it. In subsequent weeks I’ve done several other, slightly shorter, shifts – also mostly at night – and it has really been quite a good way to get to know everyone in the lab. It is also quite a good way to slowly get more and more suspicious of everything – including women walking with baby carriages. This is a very common sight here, but in the middle of the woods, with snow on the ground, late in the evening….everyone starts looking like a suspect. Perhaps it is good that this was the last week…

Over the last month, I saw a gorgeous autumn turn into an unseasonably early winter.

And, I watched the American political scene implode into a resolution I believe newspapers glamorize as “stunning” – though this is a word I would most often use to describe beauty, the exact opposite of the hate I’ve seen instead.

The day before the election, I officially received my residency permit for Estonia. I thought the timing ironic.

And as I watched the election unfold, I was struck with how far away I was from home. How far away the rioting was from me. How insulated I could become from the whole thing if I chose to.

But I didn’t choose to hide from it.

People in the lab asked questions, offered condolences – even referred to it as a tragedy. Newspapers here are running tons of stories on the results, our process, the ramifications – I will also remind you that Estonia has heavily relied on NATO presence for political/social reasons given their neighbor to the east. What has been hardest with being abroad at this time is trying to explain or describe what it happening in the US to those who truly think the world of the country. The surprise and shock when I mentioned the riots, or the hate crimes, or the simple backlash is palpable and it makes me feel ashamed. It is much like telling a child Santa isn’t real.

The advantage, however, with being so far is that I can see everything with a slight filter, and focus on some of the themes without being emotionally compromised in my daily life. I’ve seen the threads on the Trump supporter pages about the “lazy liberals acting like spoiled children” not realizing that perhaps it is not the loss we protest, but the empowering of immoral ideals – also most of us have jobs. I’ve seen the memes on liberal pages of the “selfish hypocritical republican” those sharing such things perhaps not realizing that class-based disenfranchisement is a reality that we’ve too long considered lesser than other forms of human abuse. I’ve seen hate. I’ve seen love. But I’ve yet to see the unity people on both sides are calling for. This will take time of course, but I am curious about how quickly the “majorities” will forget their platforms – just as how quickly we mourn the lost lives of those in Aleppo, or fret over confidential emails, or stand aghast at allegations of fraud and assault. And that makes me worry for the minority, who do not have the privilege – perhaps now less than ever – to forget.

For the time being, I take hope. This political ride isn’t over – and I really believe that love trumps hate.

 

 

Grief

I wept Wednesday: for those that wept for fear after the results were released.

I wept Wednesday: for the knowledge that Americans on both sides have felt disenfranchised by the very country they love for so long.

I wept Wednesday: for my friends and family who have already been targeted by those that now feel empowered and entitled to belittle others.

I wept Wednesday: for the knowledge that those who identify as part of the groups targeted by the extreme right-wing rhetoric, yet still voted right-wing, must believe themselves to be lesser than.

 

I yelled yesterday: because I was angry at the selfishness of third-party voters, without thinking about the strength it must take in such a situation to vote upon one’s morals.

I yelled yesterday: because I failed to verbalize the pain it is to realize how much hate there can be in the world.

I yelled yesterday: because I know that our President-Elect did not cause people to hate more, the hate was always there.

 

Today, I hoped. The hate that has filled our streets as much as our virtual streams is now aired for all to see; there can be no more pretending. No more hiding from what we feel, from what we fear. And from this, I see promise for grassroots agendas of love.

Today, I hoped. The number of voices ringing in advocacy, solidarity, and strength demonstrate a resolve to move beyond a poll result and start discussing the lives of people on personal level.

 

Tomorrow,  holds new promise and much work to do. I am ready for tomorrow.

 

 

Sounds and Sights

I found myself in the hipster quarter of Tallinn this weekend. I’m talking abandoned buildings turned art studios, start-ups, and concert halls. I’m talking about high street art made of trash.

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It’s watching. And probably judging.

Telliskivi was an old industrial area – warehouses, manufacturing, laborers quarters – but within the last decade or so it’s seen a revamp. Though the “abandoned charm” of the place is still pretty strong, I was impressed by the number of new businesses and international peoples (I heard lots of English all around me…it was pretty wacky). And of course, there were lots of table tennis courts.

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I was in Telliskivi to catch a free performance by the Estonian Symphony Orchestra (I know…orchestra concert in a pseudo-abandoned warehouse…) which was being put on as a part of Music Day. Estonia has hosted a “Music Day” with hundreds of free performances throughout the country for several years now. This year was distinctive in that international performances occurred by Estonian artists for the first time on the same day.

And music really was everywhere – on the street corners the number of musicians seemed double of what can normally be enjoyed. The buses and trolleys had performers on them. Shopping centers had performances. Coffee shops had a rotating cast of musicians throughout the day.

The performance I went to was an “overview of music for young adults” in which a narrator pointed out various musical qualities of what was being heard and talked about the impact it would have on the listener. This was all in Estonian of course, but I figured out the gist of it, and had a helpful person translate a bit for me.

On my way home, I visited Linnahall to see the sunset.

To continue with my artsy weekend, the following day I met up with someone from the lab and caught one of the exhibitions at the Kumu  Art Film Festival. It was…artsy. Sometimes I really wish I had been able to pursue fine arts more in my education, if only to have a more deep-felt appreciation for certain works. Despite my inability to fully comprehend all of the short films we saw, our debrief afterward at least led to some interesting conversation.

We were also lucky in that the weather this weekend was SPECTACULAR.

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The gardens at the “Palace” in Kadriorg and near the Kumu Art Museum.

The weather has since turned pretty chilly. I would liken it to early November weather in New England – not quite cold enough to warrant a winter jacket, but not warm enough for it to be pleasant just standing around – and the wind is pretty crisp.

I suppose it is Fall.

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Seen on my romantic autumnal walk with myself.

In the meantime, an Estonian language course has started at the University which I’m attending with two of my colleagues. It’s “advanced level 2” Estonian…I don’t really know what any of us were thinking – but we’ll be having some semi-regular study groups to attempt to keep up with the course. Or at least companionably lament over the vowel sounds, rolled Rs, conjugation cases, and all the other little intricacies.

Smelling the Roses, Gazing at Stars

The weather is finally reminding me of fall – foggy mornings, crisp afternoons, rainy evenings…as one labmate said over lunch, the days of sun are over. At least until the summer. Foreboding…

It was lucky that Sunday was such a nice day. I met with two of my colleagues at the Tallinn Botanic Gardens and we toured their fields, stands, and gardens for the better part of the afternoon. The land is located in Pirita (PUR-EAT-A), which is a little bit more northly of Kadriorg which I visited only a short time ago. Pirita is home to a lovely beach and forest adventure park (like, rope swings and climbing walls), the gardens, and Tallinn’s iconic TV Tower.

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Literally a 5 minute jaunty walk from the Botanic Gardens.

The tower is 314 meters tall (that’s almost a fifth of a mile, or just over 1000 feet), with an observation deck located at 170 meters. Allegedly there is a lovely restaurant and museum there – but that’s probably another day with an adventurous friend. The tower was built for the 1980 Olympics. Now you ask – wait, what? There was an Olympics in Estonia? – to which I say….kinda. Russia/Moscow hosted the Olympics that year, but the sailing events were actually held in Tallinn off of Pirita Beach, since at that point Estonia was considered a possession of Russia.

The tower was visible from literally everywhere in the Botanical Gardens – it was quite striking.

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Oh hey there.

The gardens themselves were quite lovely. In the States I have found that botanical gardens tend to be quite the monetary commitment – $20 even with a student discount and a cute smile – but these lovely 300 acres cost a mere 5 euro (that’s about $5.50 USD) to tour. While English signage was sprinkled throughout, most of the signs only read the name of the plant which is in Latin anyway so…brush up on your dead languages folks.

The wonder of plants doesn’t need an English translation though, and we happily chatted while enjoying the walk. There is an extensive rose garden that was still in full bloom when we visited. One labmate joked that this would be my favorite part (classic girls like roses quip, an original) – turns out it was actually his. There is nothing quite as enjoyable as smelling roses with friends – especially friends who turn out to be garden aficionados as I soon discovered in the rose garden when pictures of flowers were being taken as a catalog for ordering seeds in the spring. There is also nothing like watching someone gleefully smell roses in pursuit of the sweetest one. It may or may not be the case that we were “those patrons” running about the gardens calling out when we found one we liked, summoning the others for a whiff.

There was also a lovely sensory garden, which seemed like a relatively recent addition to the grounds and was built in a highly accessible way – with tactile paving stones for cane use, a wheelchair accessible swing, a tactile map, and braille signs (in Estonian….but still). It was pretty exciting. Also, who doesn’t love rosemary, thyme, mint…

We grabbed an early dinner together on Pirita Beach from which we had an awesome view of the Tallinn skyline. Back to the grind on Monday.

This week I also went to my first US Embassy event. Estonia is a newly minted member of the European Space Agency – which is BADASS. The Embassy hosted NASA astronaut Doug Wheelock who gave several lectures and interviews at Tallinn University of Technology. There was a private reception at the Ambassador’s residence afterward. Oh yeah, it was just as fancy as you might think – pretty glad I didn’t interpret “business attire” as I might at a tech company…pretty sure nice jeans and a blouse with a funky print wouldn’t have cut it.

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Astronaut Doug Wheelock and Ambassador Melville at the reception. Photo courtesy of the US Embassy Tallinn Flickr.

The other Fulbrighters and US Fellows were also there, and it was lovely to see them again and catch up briefly. Hopefully we’ll all arrange for a longer get together soon to debrief.

Astronaut Wheelock’s message was very clear: anyone can do science and engineering, and anyone could be an astronaut. That message at this time in Estonia’s young space history and booming tech scene is pretty powerful. But he was also very cleverly not just saying that STEM is important – he was saying that people are important. Through a common goal (exploring the final frontier) people from countries across the world can be united. Now, more than ever, space travel can be considered a human endeavor.

And that’s pretty neat.

 

Observation X: Birch, Pine, and Apple. Oh my!

Estonia is a relatively flat country, and the aesthetic of the geography reminds me a bit of the valleys in Pennsylvania, or a bit like the forested areas in the MidWest.

What has been really striking however is the sheer number of birch trees. I suppose that where I’ve lived, birch trees tend to be decorative elements in landscaping, and rarely seen “in the wild.” If I have seen them, they tend to be young. Here, there are birch forests – some of which appear to be quite old. It’s actually difficult to spot these older stands since old birch trees lose their iconic white covering, leaving only their delicate looking leaves as a means of identification (for a tree n00b like me).

Pines are also extremely common to spy. Just outside of my window I spy no fewer than a dozen pines (oh, also a stand of birch trees just beyond the next row of houses). It is certainly nice to know that there will be at least a little green to enjoy during the winter…

Probably one of my favorite discoveries is the density of apple trees in the country. There. Are. So. Many. Apple trees grow wild here – and while the wild trees don’t give the best fruit (we might call them crabapples in America), almost every yard in Tallinn has at least one domesticated apple tree. My own yard has about 5. Even the school yards have apple trees that I’ve seen some kids munching from. Apples are essentially given away for free in all of the cafes and cafeterias I’ve seen. My lab mates talk about and joke about apples all the time. In the US we might have apple pies, but here there are apple turnovers, apple cakes, apple muffins, apple croissants, apple jams, apple breads, ciders, wines, juices…you name it. And everyone seems to be their own bottler or baker – three people in the lab (that I know of) make their own juices, ciders, and wines from their own harvests.

With fall coming, some trees are starting to change colors, and so far it looks as though it will be a very colorful (if brief) leaf season. I look forward to comparing it with the New England falls I’ve had the privilege of experiencing while in school. I can already tell that it’ll at least be a little bit chillier than I’m used to…

Branching Out

The last few weeks have been spent mostly working – I didn’t come all the way to Estonia to go to museums, festivals, and eat food (as much as I’ve also done these things). I had the opportunity to travel outside of Tallinn for the first time this week to actually test some of what I have been working on in Rummu Lake.

This place is so neat.

It’s extremely clear, because the lake itself isn’t all that old. It was a quarry established in the 1930s, but closed in the 1990s. When they stopped the pumps (which are typical to use to keep quarries from flooding since they are often deeper than the water table in the local area) the quarry filled so quickly that they were unable to remove all of the equipment and several buildings including a PRISON were submerged. This is now a really popular spot for diving and swimming, hiking and photography, etc.

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Image courtesy of Wikipedia. Thanks internet!

For the lab, the relatively controlled environment with the presence of submerged equipment and buildings is PERFECT for testing marine archaeological robotics. It was exciting for me to be at a location that is typically used by the lab, though we weren’t at the buildings that particular day. I look forward to going back out at some point soon!

To balance the work, folks in the lab have gotten together a few times over the last few weeks to blow off some steam (ah, American idioms…). One lab member hosted a board game night, and last weekend I went out with someone from the lab to the Estonian Open Air Museum, then got an impromptu “insider” tour of Tallinn including Linahall and some abandoned prison grounds. Yet another lab member brought in some food from his hometown one afternoon to share with everyone.

I’ve really enjoyed these little interactions. While I’m thrilled to be living alone, it is also nice to have a few non-work related social events to look forward to. I’ve also started meeting a few other Americans, as well as people from all around the world, at the University through helping with a conversational English club.

In these next few weeks, especially now as I have my feet under me, I hope to start finding some hobbies – in particular I’d love to try to get involved with a social dancing group – or maybe try something completely new like drawing or kickboxing. For now, my hobby has been mostly trying to finalize more grant essays (the life of an academic I’m convinced is at least 30% trying to persuade other people that science and technology is important) – so I’m looking forward to doing some fun things (not that constantly editing my own work isn’t thrilling).

Will keep you posted!