About Me & the Tumblr.
Me
A student of science, neurobiology specifically, but a ponderer of science and technology vis a vis society. A more ambitious version of me would strive to single-handedly reconcile the Two Cultures, but the real me is content to just blab about it semi-coherently and tangentially online.
I currently bum around Harvard, figuring out what do with life trying to make what I want to do with my life possible.
Things that make me especially giddy: food, science, cinema, and the Internet.
Past affiliations:
- DemiDec
- The Final Club Blog
- Digital Natives Project, Berkman Center for Internet and Society
- The MacArthur Foundation
- WWOOF UK
Present affiliations:
The Tumblr
I am a terrible blogger. My interests are too varied, my attention span too short, my expertise not particularly remarkable. Evidence of this is strewn across the world wide web in my abandoned blogs and projects. But in world where gigabytes are cheap, I’m not wasting anything but my own time, so why not a place to record my idle musings? At the very least this tumblr will be a digital scrapbook for my future self to be (mildly) embarrassed about.
What this Tumblr is not: a diary of my day-to-day activities. You’ll rarely see me writing about events in my life — unless they are of utmost importance or just oh so fascinating — because those things are already being recorded, whether in my memory, the memories of others, my laptop’s hard drive, or Google and Facebook’s servers. Rather, I’m interested in chronicling my “inner life,” the ephemeral, squishy thoughts inside my head. If you’ve ever read David Lodge’s Thinks…, the passages of Ralph are similar to what I’m aiming for. I’m obviously not recording every thought, but I hope to represent some of the things that occupy my thoughts and tickle my fancy.
To indulge in a little more navel-gazing, I would say that I’m fascinated by how willing I am to repudiate my past selves. I look back at my past writings, conversations, and photos, and I automatically cringe at my immaturity. Whether it’s simply a reflection of my shifting identities as a young adult or something inherent in my character, this is why I’m interested in recording snapshots of me in the present. So that when the present becomes the past, I can sit “vainly” — as in self-absorbed, not fruitless, hopefully — and ponder if the problem with the past or the present.
