UNDERGRADUATE RESEARCH BLOGS
The Office of Undergraduate Research sponsors a number of grant programs, including the Circumnavigator Club Foundation’s Around-the-World Study Grant and the Undergraduate Research Grant. Some of the students on these grants end up traveling and having a variety of amazing experiences. We wanted to give some of them the opportunity to share these experiences with the broader public. It is our hope that this opportunity to blog will deepen the experiences for these students by giving them a forum for reflection; we also hope these blogs can help open the eyes of others to those reflections/experiences as well. Through these blogs, perhaps we all can enjoy the ride as much as they will.
EXPLORE THE BLOGS
- Linguistic Sketchbook
- Birth Control Bans to Contraceptive Care
- A Global Song: Chris LaMountain’s Circumnavigator’s Blog
- Alex Robins’ 2006 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- American Sexual Assault in a Global Context
- Beyond Pro-GMO and Anti-GMO
- Chris Ahern’s 2007 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- Digital Citizen
- From Local Farms to Urban Tables
- Harris Sockel’s Circumnavigator’s Blog 2008
- Kimani Isaac: Adventures Abroad and At Home
- Sarah Rose Graber’s 2004 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- The El Sistema Expedition
- The World is a Book: A Page in Rwand
Istanbul Data Collection
Authors Note: This is a bit of a long post. I’ve included a note when I think you should take an intermission. If you haven’t been keeping up, I suggest you use intermission to read about my journey from Istanbul to Cape Town! It’s been called my “blogging zenith.”
Greetings everyone! It’s been awhile since I left Istanbul (in fact, I’ve already completed my Cape Town visit and am in the airport to head to Sydney), so it’s about time I updated you with a quick summary of the Istanbul data collection. Being situated in the most conservative culture I am visiting, I was unsure of what to expect in Istanbul.
I arrived at the beautiful university located with incredible views of the Bosporus and spoke with a professor who works on the Committee to Prevent Sexual harassment. This was the first such committee at a university of higher education in Turkey.
I found that the university was one of the most organized and advanced in its engagement and policies surrounding sexual assault and gender violence. The committee’s first action was to draft a policy for the university, however it took quite a long time (and a change of leadership at the highest level of the university) to get the policy implemented. This ‘buy-in’ of institutional leadership was heavily discussed by interviewees in both Brazil and Spain as well.
Their policy has been drafted by looking at leading educational organizations in the United States and the European Union. They translated all of these policies into Turkish, and then tailored the policy to their needs. Interestingly, one of the primary reasons the university had adopted a policy in the first place was that they have a lot of Erasmus and foreign exchange students visit the university. Currently, they are attempting to update the policy to include sections that help protect students in consensual relationships, which has been a problem at the university.
In addition to the Committee to Prevent Sexual Harassment, there is a group of students called the Women’s Research Group that has become a hub of feminist activism on campus. They have a representative on the Committee to Prevent Sexual Harassment, played a role in a research project to collect student opinions on sexual assault and harassment, publish a journal that includes feminist points of views and features student research projects, and hold open discussions and educational events on campus.
~~ Intermission: Take a breather, go read my last blog post, or just count to ten. Now you’re ready to proceed. ~~
Culturally, the university has struggled with awareness about gender violence and sexual assault. In several cases, when a complaint has been brought forward, the accuser (in this case, nearly always a male) doesn’t understand what he has done wrong. To counter this. the Committee to Prevent Sexual Harassment set out last year for a month long campaign to raise awareness about their policy and the issue of sexual assault. This campaign included the Turkish equivalent of ‘No means No” buttons (Shown at right), a march through campus, and an educational brochure. Responses to the campaign were varied, some people said there “was no problem on this campus” and others helped participate in an online education campaign that was similar to the “Ice Bucket Challenge” in that you asked three other people to participate once you had. I believe the video challenge was moderately less successful than the Ice Bucket Challenge.
Another interesting thing that came up was the different backgrounds of the students on campus and how this affects student response to sexual assault. Some students have spent their entire life in the liberal Istanbul, while others are coming from very conservative small towns in Turkey. Some students are comfortable talking about the issue of sexual violence, where others have no awareness of it. In some cases, female students have not filed a formal complaint about an incident because of fear of how their family would respond. Several students have feared that their families could be angry with the fact that something has happened and force the student to return home.
The most impressive thing about Turkey is that this institution is a part of a national coalition of universities that meet to discuss what universities should do about sexual assault and sexual harassment. They meet annually to discuss challenges and success. Some universities are formal members and others partake informally – which means a group of professors partakes without the blessing of their institutional leadership. I’ve reached out to some of the leaders of this organization and hope to interview them via Skype to find out more about this. At first glance, it seems beneficial to have universities collaborate in dealing with a challenging issue. In fact, that’s the idea that is driving my research project: “We can learn something from what others are doing.” I’m really hopeful that I can find out more about this.
“Come to the Fun Home…”
Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to interview Fun Home music director Chris Fenwick in the house of the Circle in the Square Theater itself. It has been interesting to me how many music directors have the luxury of choosing precisely what kind of work they want to do. Many, like Chris, have never had to do audition piano, coachings, or copy work. We had a fantastic conversation about the show, about Broadway, and about my project. Chris was interesting to me not only because of my love of Fun Home, but the extensive work he has done off-Broadway with Michael John LaChuisa, one of my favorite composers. Chris is a conservatory-trained classical pianist, another interesting and varied background to add to my list of music directors I have interviewed (now at 10!) I also received my email interview questions back fully answered from Joseph Church.
We then had another Gumbo rehearsal. We’re almost done teaching music and I still can’t believe how much rehearsal work I am doing. I am playing, teaching, and doing so much more than I’ve ever done as an assistant because this show is so demanding. I’m having the most positive experience at this show and I can’t wait for the presentations on Monday and Tuesday.
The rest of this week is just staying busy with Gumbo and starting to work on my write-up for this project.
Goodbye Taiwan, Hello Beijing
So I’m in Beijing now! Crazy, right? I’ll be here for the entire quarter for study abroad. I flew into Beijing yesterday from Taipei, thus finishing my summer research.
It’s been a crazy week, which is why I haven’t blogged in a while, but here’s what I’ve been up to. Sorry, this is going to be quite a long post because I’ve been quite busy, and now that I’m finished, I’m going to add in some reflections.
Aug. 12 – Stayed home, didn’t do much.
Aug. 13 – In the morning, I took the bus to Taoyuan High Speed Rail Station to take the high speed rail to Kaohsiung! I went to visit my host family, who hosted me when I did a volunteer English teaching program in Taiwan three years ago. I got from Taoyuan to Kaohsiung in just an hour and a half. I wondered how the children have changed, and I spent most of the train ride sleeping.
When I got to Kaohsiung, the last stop, Yu Mama (the name of the mom in the host family) picked me up, and it was so great to see her again! We drove to Neipu in Pingtung where her family lives, and on the ride there, we updated in each other about our lives. She updated me on her family and the school I worked at. I was able to spend the weekend with her and her two children, but the two other children I met during my stay, Kai Kai and Yo Yo (who are her niece and nephew) had moved away, so I wasn’t able to see them.
We arrived at their house, and I saw the two kids, Jia Jia (she is now 16) and Shane (he is now 12). I was like, wow, they’re so old now! But at the same time, they look the same, except they grew. I mean well obviously, but that was my first thought when I saw them. And of course I was really happy. I only stayed with them two weeks, but I’ve had some of my best memories with their family.
First, we visited Chung Wen Elementary School, which was the school I taught at. It was absolutely surreal seeing it again. And it was so empty! (Of course, it’s because it’s summer and classes haven’t started, but when we taught at their summer camp, it was full of kids and full of energy). I was secretly hoping I might see some of the kids I taught before, but I didn’t. I was also hoping to see one of the English teachers who worked with us, Christine. Maybe she would be in a summer teacher’s meeting or something. But she wasn’t. Anyway, the school looked exactly the same, from the trees to the rainbow mural to the basketball court to the quadrangle like building. We took some pictures at the school, and then left.
Shane did the AID summer camp three years ago. I asked him if he did AID this year, and he said he was too old for it this year. I thought, oh right.
But also, three years ago he absolutely refused to speak English. This time around, he would throw in some English phrases when he talked, like “Let’s go!” And he would ask how to say some words in English. I’m glad to see he’s more comfortable with it.
We also stopped by their grandparents’ house, where I stayed three years ago. I greeted their grandparents and pet their new dog. They used to have talking birds (I don’t know what kind of birds they are), but they gave them away.
We then ate lunch at the dumpling restaurant Yu Mama works at. We ate dumplings, wonton soup, noodles and hot and sour soup. We also bought bubble tea (which Taiwan is famous for).
After lunch, we were off to Kenting! Kenting is on the coast. The ride there was a lot of fun, and the view was phenomenal, a sweeping view of mountains rolling into the ocean. Finally, we arrived at the hotel we were staying at, which is owned by 7-Eleven. 7-Eleven is a really big thing in Taiwan, and it even has mascots. The mascot of 7-Eleven is named Open. Don’t ask me why.
We settled into our room and then went swimming. Afterwards, we ate dinner. At night we went to Kenting Da Jie, which is a street filled with food vendors, kind of like a night market. We got various snacks like a papaya shake, bubble tea, fried milk (it’s so good!).
I also saw that it was very touristy. But touristy among Taiwanese and Chinese people. Like Taipei is very touristy, and I often see white tourists there, but Kenting is touristy for people from China and other parts of Taiwan, so there are a lot of bars and night clubs. A lot of people go to Kenting because of the coast, and as a result, it has become a touristy location.
At night I introduced Jia Jia to Spotify. Apparently no one in Taiwan uses Spotify, which is weird to think about because I pretty much rely on Spotify for music.
Aug. 14 – After breakfast, we did a lot of activities at the hotel, like archery, playing DDR and air hockey at the arcade and making arts and crafts. We painted a picture frame and a toy frog. Then we packed up and drove to the Kaohsiung High Speed Rail Station. There we said goodbye, and they said to visit again, and I think I started tearing up while walking up the stairs to the station. I really hope to see them again, whenever I go back to Taiwan.
I took the high speed rail to Taichung to meet up with my grandma because we had planned to meet up with her friend Aunt Guan there (she’s the one that told our fortunes). When we met up with her, we went out for dinner and ate potstickers, peanut noodles and spicy dumplings.
Aug. 15 – In the morning, my grandma and I visited Tunghai University, where my grandma used to live nearby. We visited her old neighbors and then we walked around the university. Sadly, many trees fell over from the typhoon, but there was one pathway that was beautiful, as it is lined on both sides with large trees. It started raining really hard though, and although we had umbrellas, we got pretty soaked, so we went to her old friend’s house to dry off.
In the afternoon, my grandma, Aunt Guan and I went to a buffet, and it was crazy! (Yeah I’ve gone to two crazy buffets this time in Taiwan, but this one tops them both). There was sashimi, crabs, fresh fish, soups, clams, Peking duck and more. The cool thing about it is, each table has numbers, and if you want fresh grilled fish or clams or whatever, you put your number by the raw food you want, and they’ll cook it for you and bring it for you.
I was so full, and I knocked out on the bus ride home to Zhongli. At night I went to church.
Aug. 16 – In the morning, I took the bus to Hsinwu, which is in Taoyuan. I visited Hsinwu Catholic Church and went to Mass there, and afterwards I interviewed three people. Hsinwu has many Hakka people. One girl knew Hakka but said she wasn’t interested in learning more Hakka. One man said he identifies as Hakka but doesn’t know how to speak the language, but he wanted to learn some so he took a course in college. The third man I interviewed turned out not to be Hakka. He is actually a wai shen ren, which means both his parents are from China. However, he grew up in Hsinchu, which has many Hakka people. The interesting thing about the interview though was he has a very different perspective from everyone else I interviewed. He’s not as interested in language preservation, but he says that learning the Hakka culture should be more inclusive of everyone in Taiwan, since it often is just aimed at the Hakka people.
Aug. 17 – In the afternoon, I went to Miaoli. I think this day was an awesome day of interviews, which was great because it was my last.
First I interviewed Yin Chang, a DJ at a Hakka radio station. Both her parents are journalists and opened the station, and Chang ended up working there. What’s interesting is that although she is Hakka and grew up in Miaoli, a Hakka speaking area, she did not know Hakka growing up. Also, she went to college in Australia and studied computer science, but she ended up working here because her parents wanted her to design a website for the station. Then, because of her outgoing personality, she started running a program. Since she didn’t know Hakka at the time, she did the late night Mandarin program, where she would play music, and people would call in to request music. She said that one night, a girl from New Zealand sent in a song she sang in Hakka, and Chang was touched that this girl had already been living in New Zealand for so long, but she still knew her mother language. From then on, Chang decided to learn the Hakka language, which she learned by studying for the Hakka language test, listening to Hakka music and practicing with her grandma. Now, she DJ’s a Hakka program, and she is passionate about promoting Hakka music. She also talked about the radio station, which promotes Hakka language and culture by teaching Hakka phrases, promoting Hakka music and music artists, using social media, and hosting events, such as Hakka cultural learning and radio broadcast camps for children and youth, and community service events to help Hakka people.
Chang was such a pleasure to interview, and she showed me around the station and took pictures. Also, I got interviewed about my research by another journalist who works there, so I guess I’m famous now!
The next person I interviewed also lived in Miaoli. He picked me up at Miaoli Station and took me to a Hakka restaurant, where we had dumplings and wonton. We also went to a shaved ice place for dessert. He is very passionate about promoting language culture, and he actually knew Chang because he listens to Hakka radio and goes to the events run by the radio station. He also went to a university in Pingtung, where there were many Hakka people, so he tries to use the language as much as possible with his friends, and he talked a lot about writing in Hakka. He hopes to go back to school one day to do a Hakka studies graduate program.
Aug. 18 – I pretty much worked on stuff I needed to do all day, but for dinner my grandma and I went to a restaurant nearby, where we had taro rice noodles, shou zhua bing (a kind of flat bread that you can rip apart and eat with your hands) and bantiao.
Aug. 19 – Today we went to Taipei and went to a homestyle restaurant owned by my grandma’s friend and met up with my grandma’s erhu teacher. Erhu is a Chinese instrument. We ate yam leaves with duck egg, spicy eggplants with ground pork, bamboo and more. Also, he cooked anchovies for me to take to China. I used to not really like anchovies that much. Like my mom would cook them with rice and I would eat it, but I didn’t love it. But I really liked them when coming to Taiwan. My grandma buys anchovies and cooks them with peanuts, and it’s delicious. This guy was even better at it. He cooked them with peanuts and hot chili peppers. So. freaking. good.
After lunch, my grandma and I went to the almond tofu place we went to last time, and I had some. It was delicious and cool, especially since the weather was so hot. My last hurrah of Taipei.
When we got home, I helped my grandma cleaned, and I packed my baggage.
Aug. 20 – My grandma’s friend picked me and my grandma up to go the airport. There, we said goodbye. I’ll miss the food she cooks and our nightly walks. I will definitely keep in touch with her more (before, we talked to my grandma when my mom was talking to her). I’ve definitely bonded with her a lot over these past seven weeks, and I’m going to miss her so much!
I flew from Taiwan to Hong Kong, and from Hong Kong to Beijing. Both flights were very smooth. The Taiwan airport is great, and it has themed lounges, like Hello Kitty, flowers and aviation. We arrived at Hong Kong earlier than planned. This is a first. I’ve never been on a plane that arrived earlier than expected.
At Beijing, two of my parents’ friends, Fr. Niu and Grandma Liu picked me up. As we drove to Grandma Liu’s house, I was dizzy with excitement and trying to wrap my ahead around the fact that I was in Beijing and I was going to live here for the next four months.
Grandma Liu invited many friends over for dinner, and we ate a lot of dumplings and drank a lot of Chinese beer. After they left, I showered, and I fell asleep almost immediately after a long day of travel.
Aug. 21 – Today I moved in to Beijing Foreign Studies University, where I will be studying abroad! I moved into my dorm room. It’s really small. There is a bunk bed with a desk underneath, and a normal bed, as well as another desk, some wardrobes/drawers and a TV. I chose the bottom bed so I won’t have to climb up.
After moving in, Fr. Niu took me on the subway, which was surprisingly really good and clean. Not quite as good as Taiwan’s, but way way way better than Chicago’s. We had lunch and ate these really delicious spicy beef noodles, and we also visited an old church, which I’ll be going to on Sundays.
This university is pretty nice. There’s a track, a gym and a swimming pool, so I guess I’ll start working out again! There’s also a lot of universities nearby, so this area is like a college town. There are a lot of bars and small restaurants. There are also a lot of trees, and we’re right around the corner from the subway station. I’m really excited to be studying abroad here!
Research Reflection
So now that I’ve left Taiwan, I’d like to announce that I’ve officially completed my first long research project! I’ve interviewed 40 people, which included college students, young adults in the workforce, Hakka Affairs Council members, a DJ, a 90-year-old man, Hakka studies professors and more. I learned so much from meeting all these people and listening to their perspectives, and I also learned a lot about my own culture.
Some were fluent in Hakka, some didn’t know any at all. Some grew up in the city, some grew up in Hakka language regions. Some had decided to dedicate their lives to learning about and promoting their culture.
It’s very interesting to see how Taiwan has been promoting the Hakka culture, and how Hakka youth view preservation efforts. Some know nothing about these efforts and didn’t see any success coming out of them, while others are active in attending the Hakka Affairs Council events and watching and listening to Hakka media. Every Hakka young person I interviewed said the same thing, that they believed it was important to preserve the culture because it was a part of their identity, and it would be a pity if it was gone. However, their surroundings have a major influence in how they view cultural preservation.
For those who grew up in Hakka language regions, the Hakka identity and language was just a normal part of their life. For those who grew up in urban areas, it was rare for them to know Hakka. Students who were not as interested in learning more about the Hakka language and culture differed depending on where they came from. If they came from Hakka language regions, it was because they did not see it as useful, but they knew about it because they grew up with it. For those from urban areas, it was because they had never come in contact with it.
However, students who were interested in Hakka language and culture were quite passionate about it, especially the Hakka people are a minority and they are aware that the language and culture are quickly disappearing. They explore their culture by attending events, using the language as much as they can, using social media to learn more about the language, doing research and more. This was an important part of their identity, and they wanted to share it with others and make sure it does not go extinct. Those who grew up speaking Hakka were more likely to be interested in exploring and promoting their culture. If they grew up in a Hakka speaking region, it was because it was something they grew up with. If they grew up in an urban area, it was because they saw how the language and culture are quickly declining.
I’ve typed my data on a spreadsheet, and I hope to write a story to pitch it to a publication.
I’d like to thank:
Albert Lo for giving me a kick start in finding student sources
Hanbi Chang, Wei-An Chang and Ya-Chung Chuang for doing interviews and giving me guidance in my research
Jill Blackman for being such an enthusiastic sponsor
Peter Civetta for giving me guidance in writing a research proposal and being an awesome resource overall (if you are thinking about applying for an undergraduate research grant in the future, definitely talk to him!)
Principal Zhang and his wife for sharing their experiences growing up Hakka during the Japanese occupation of Taiwan
Tracy Liao, Liang Cheng Liang and Mr. Peng for talking with me about Taiwan’s efforts to reach out to Hakka youth
all the Hakka youth I interviewed – it was a pleasure to meet all of you and speak with you!
DJ Yin Chang for being so enthusiastic and showing me around the Hakka radio station, making me excited about both the Hakka language and journalism
David Abrahamson for giving me advice on pitching stories
Ms. Lue and Ms. Liu for pointing me to more sources in Hakka speaking areas
Ms. Peng for introducing me to students at St. Aloysius School
my amazing host family for being amazing hosts three years back and for taking me to Kenting and Chung Wen Elementary School
anyone I might have missed who helped me out or who I’ve interviewed
my parents for supporting me in my endeavors, even if it means that I’ll be traveling around Asia for six months
most of all my grandma for taking care of me and cooking amazing food
From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much!
On the Town and Music Assisting, Part 2
Things are really picking up again. Yesterday was the first Gumbo rehearsal! I taught some solos to people a lot older than me for the first time, and it was terrifying but rewarding. I’m looking forward to going back in tonight to do some more work for this production. It’s a long, difficult score with very minimal rehearsal time so it is taking a lot of effort from everyone to make everything happen.
I just observed On the Town from the orchestra. It was the largest pit I’ve observed so far, with 22 musicians (down from 28 a few weeks ago, due to cutting back costs). The show is closing in less than 3 weeks, and I think that is actually helping the energy of the show as everyone who works on the show realizes that the year-long run is coming to an end. The musical quality was, of course, excellent. I kept thinking to myself how ahead of its time these orchestrations are. This production uses all of the original music and orchestrations of the original, and it still somehow sounds fresh and exciting today. The whole team of writers were in their mid-20s when they wrote it, the beginning of long and successful careers for Leonard Bernstein, Betty Comden, and Adolph Green. I enjoyed meeting and chatting with the music director and conductor James Moore, a Chicago native himself. We realized we had similar high school experiences, playing a brass instrument in the band while studying piano and singing in choirs. I am getting a good idea of how many different educational backgrounds the music directors of Broadway have. There is no “one path” by any means, and there is also no path that disqualifies one from becoming a music director given they have the talent. It seems that school is best used for connections.
Tomorrow, I am meeting with Chris Fenwick, music director of Fun Home. Then it’s another Gumbo rehearsal!
“The People Ride in a Hole in the Ground…”
What a jam-packed weekend!
On Friday we went into Times Square and explored the stores and streets. On Saturday, we got up early to go to an event at the Nintendo Store (Why? because I’m still 10-years old, that’s why.) Then, we went to the 9/11 Memorial. The fountains where the towers stood are truly breathtaking. We went further south to Battery Park and took the Staten Island Ferry. On the island, we checked out the Yankees’ minor league stadium and hopped on the next ferry back. It was a fantastic view of all of the southern boroughs, as well as the Statue of Liberty. That night, we went to a Mets game and stayed for the entire 14 innings. We took Sunday morning/afternoon to rest, and then headed out into Little Italy for some great Italian food. After dinner, we went to Something Rotten! which was absolutely one of the funniest musical comedies I have ever seen. It was pure delight from start to finish. I am going to try and get in touch with the music director to see if I can observe that fantastic-sounding orchestra. Megan left early this morning, and now I’m back to research!
Today, I am score-preparing for Gumbo. This new workshop starts tomorrow, and I could not be more excited! This score is FANTASTIC. And the concept is mind-boggling: it is the story of Orpheus/Eurydice placed on the events of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans. I could not be more excited for my second professional NYC show.
I will be at Gumbo all week, with meetings most days. I am interviewing the music director of Fun Home soon! It’s shaping up to be a wonderful fourth week.
A Long Journey: Istanbul to Cape Town
Author’s Note: This post has been updated to include previously promised photos.
I’ve had to spend the last few days in South Africa recovering from my trip from Istanbul to Cape Town.
It sure was a doozy. All in all, it took 28 hours from door to door, meaning I had an average speed of 186 miles per hour during the trip. Here’s a summary:
– I left my hostel in Istanbul and walked to the tram station. It was oppressively hot out and I was quickly drenched in sweat.
– As soon as I cooled off on the air conditioned tram, I had to walk three blocks from the tram line to the metro. So much for cooling off.
– Board the metro and ride its entire length. One hour and a half hours into my journey, and I’ve finally arrived at the airport.
– I find the Emirates check in area. Sadly, there’s no self-check-in kiosk. This is bad for several reasons. 1) It means they’ll inspect my luggage – which is way heavier than it is supposed to be 2) I’ll have to talk to an actual human being.
– As lines are more of a formality In Turkey, I have to jockey for position in line. The guy next to me and I exchange the lead as we round the corners at least four times. Though I am clearly in the pole position, he tries to sneak past me when they call for the next customer. A swift kick to his shins ensured that I got ahead.
– I walk up to the counter attendant and put on my biggest smile. First she assigns my seat, I get extra leg room in the emergency row. The smile is working. She’s great.
– “Do you have any baggage?” Yes, but I was going to carry everything on. “Can I inspect your cabin bag?” Oh, of course you can. Smiling my best smile so I can try to get out of checking my bag. I can feel our first fight coming on.
– I plop my backpack on the conveyor belt and try to leave my foot in a position where it is still bearing some of the bag’s weight. She notices and looks at me. I awkwardly withdraw my foot.
– “Sir your baggage is so heavy for a carry on. I have to check it.” Like have to have to? “Yes.” Like really have to? She stops smiling. “Yes.” Okay. I’m going to take a few things out.
– On the floor of the Istanbul airport, I have to open up my bag, dig through it looking for my day pack, take out my valuables, and pack everything back up. There’s a line (more like a mob) of impatient travelers behind me and the counter attendant is looking down on me judgingly. At one point, I think I hear her scoff at me as I hurriedly jam everything into my day pack.
– I head to pass port control. I’m fuming about surrendering all my worldly possessions to the airline. It’ll be my luck that my baggage never arrives in Cape Town.
– Realize that I forgot both my book and my headphones in my luggage. I choked under pressure. I guess that new episode of “Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me” will have to… well, wait.
– Make it to gate. Sit down. The man next to me tells me he is fleeing Libya to relocate to Kuala Lumpur. I hesitantly tell him I’m from the States.
– Interesting fact he tells me as everyone lines up to board: “In Libya. You always have to wait in lines. Want petrol? Line. Want food? Line. Need documents? Line.”
– He wants to work at his friend’s restaurant in Kuala Lumpur and never go back to Libya.
– “We have three governments in Libya: 1) ISIS …” Honestly, I was caught off guard by this and don’t remember the other two.
– I board.
– Captain comes on board – “We’re expecting a few bumps. I realize this journey will turn into a blog post.
– This plane is enormous. It’s a 787. 400 passengers. I could run a 100 meter dash down this. Contemplate doing so – there are worse ways to get thrown off an airplane.

Nifty invention by Emirates, you stick one of these stickers onto your chair so the attendants know if they can wake you up. I was woken up for food, for obvious reasons.
– 4 hours and 14 minutes into journey, I take off.
– Fall asleep.
– Wake up to the woman next to me yelling across the plane to her friend. She gets a dirty look.
– Land in Dubai at 1 am. I would estimate this is about 8 hours into the journey, however, I forgot to take a time point)
– I have a seven hour layover, so it’s time to get comfortable.
– The passport queue is seemingly miles long. I may spend seven hours in this line.
– As I walk through the metal detector, all sorts of alarms go off. I believe it’s what they call a Def Con 1 alert. The security agent’s eyebrows raise in confusion as he sees that I have triggered the mother of all alarms. I’m sent to a security kiosk.
– I get a “personal inspection.” They even run one of the chemical swabs on my clothes.
– The man takes down my information and releases me. I hope I’m not on a list anywhere.
– Use my meal voucher at Burger King. I think it had an approximate value of 1USD, as it seemingly
had no effect on the price of my meal. Also my fries arrived in an absolutely savage state (shown at right).
– I try to sneak into the business lounge so I can sleep. As I walk past the desk. “Sir, Sir! Can I see your ticket?” Put on a big smile. They weren’t buying it.
– Find a chair where I can put your feet up. Fall asleep until 6 am.
– Search up and down the Dubai airport for a place to charge your phone. Side note: the Dubai airport had been really hyped up for me. I’d heard a lot of people say it’s really impressive. I was expecting a theme park inside. In reality. It was just a very large airport. And its Wi-Fi was awful.
– I estimate I walked at least a mile and a half before I found a “recharge station.”
– Board plane: 10 and a half hour flight ahead of me.
– I wish I had a Game Boy and the newest Pokemon game. Ten year old me is furious with current me for leaving the house without one.
– Watch The Woman in Gold, Insurgent, and the beginning of The Fellowship of the Ring. Remember that I’ve been meaning to reread Tolkien.
– Have to fill out South Africa’s health Survey. Number six trips me up a bit. “What countries have you visited in last minute?” Give me a minute… I have to think about that.
– 25 hours and 59 minutes after leaving my hostel in Istanbul. I land in Cape Town.
– Got a cab to the hostel, found a restaurant nearby, and promptly fell asleep.
In other news, Cape Town is delightful.
Page Allocation in Palacios
In today’s somewhat delayed post, I will be talking about the page allocator that I wrote to port the Palacios VMM to the Nautilus kernel.
In operating systems and kernels, a page refers to a block of memory. It’s a basic unit of memory chunk that the kernel uses to allocate memory to user level programs. Kernels need units of memory, and these are often allocated in terms of pages. For example, a page table is usually allocated within a page by the kernel. Page size may differ across different platforms (ex. 4KB on a Linux kernel) and the size affects the performance of the kernel page allocator.
A page allocator on the other hand, is what divides up the virtual memory into chunks and then allocate them to the kernel. In my project, Palacios VMM needs its own page allocator, because Nautilus and Palacios have different page sizes. Nautilus has a page size of 2MB, which is 500 times greater than that of Palacios, which is the standard 4KB pages that Linux kernels use. This means that if Palacios ask for a page from its host, Nautilus, it will receive 2MB pages instead of 4KB. When Palacios was ported to the Linux kernel, this was not a problem because page sizes are 4KB in Linux kernels – however, I need a page allocator that can allocate a certain number of 2MB pages and then reallocate it for the guest in chunks of 4KB. This process is (somewhat) better shown in the diagram below.
There are numerous algorithms that exist for this, and one of the best known algorithms for doing this is the buddy allocator. I was tempted to use this algorithm at first, but my advisor Prof. Peter Dinda suggested using a simple allocator “that works” first. This is because if I happen to have a bug in the page allocator itself, I wouldn’t be able to proceed until I catch this bug. Or even worse, it might seem to not have any bugs at the time I write it but actually have a bug that doesn’t get revealed until later stage in the research, which would be hard to track down and fix. Taking his advice, I decided to use the simplest allocator possible, which is the bitmap allocator. This algorithm uses a single bit to indicate whether a page is free or not (1 or 0). Hence, it significantly reduces the extra space I need for this allocator itself. (A memory allocator takes up memory itself) The diagram below shows how this algorithm works in a visual way.
Red = Allocated, Green = Free
My implementation of bitmap page allocator has an array of bits, each bit representing a page on Palacios. The first row shows a state – it has some pages allocated to the kernel, and most of them free. If Palacios calls alloc(2), which means “give me 2 pages”, the allocator goes through each bit and sees if there are 2 contiguous bits that are marked as 0 (green). It reaches the third bit and sees that it is free, but the next one is already occupied. Hence this page cannot be allocated. It keeps going, until it sees the 8th bit, which does have 2 contiguous bits that are free. It then allocates this particular page and marks them as allocated (colored orange on the second row in the diagram above). Similarly, if another request comes in to allocate 1 page, it can now allocate the page referred by the 3rd bit, since it only needs 1 pages.
It is important to note that this algorithm is not a particularly efficient one in terms of performance, because it tries to search the entire bits one by one in a linear time (actually, quadratic in my initial implementation but I fixed it) However, it is very simple and simplicity prevents bugs from happening (~150 lines of C code) Eventually I am planning to dig further into this and write an optimized allocator that best suits the need of this particular project, but decided to move on for now.
Full Immersion, or “No One Asks About Your Major”
I have finally begun immersing myself in the New York world without hesitation. I have been spending time at the New York Performing Arts Library at Lincoln Center, reading through scores, manuscripts, and books from the “old masters,” so to speak. I am learning so much through these documents. I love the world of musical theatre history- it is a passion of mine that I plan on developing. In this field it is so useful to have an encyclopedic knowledge of musicals past and present. I want to continue digesting show after show until I have a fuller understanding of the American musical as an art form.
Observations have been slow-coming lately, which is totally fine. I have instead started reaching out to contacts on my own who I have always wanted to meet or have a “career-crush” on. Yesterday, I met with Jennifer Tepper, programming director of 54 Below. I love her multi-volume work, The Untold Stories of Broadway, and it was so exciting to talk with her about our shared passion of musical theatre history. I learned a lot about how Broadway concert venues like 54 Below work for music directors. They are an important part of the cultural landscape of Broadway, providing performance opportunities for up-and-coming performers as well as established ones. She gave me many more contacts to observe and interview. Today’s alternate title (“No One Asks About Your Major”) is paraphrased from something she said to me about education in the arts. We agreed that as important as education is, you have to pave your own way to a career by doing internships or other immersive kinds of work in your specific area. This is especially true for agents, casting directors, producers, and music directors who are left without a formalized training program as undergraduates.
I will spend these next few weeks meeting and interviewing tons of Broadway professionals, some even outside the realm of music direction for a broader perspective.
Tonight, my cousin Megan is coming to visit and we are doing all kinds of touristy things all weekend. We are going to a Mets game (to root against the Pirates…go Cubbies! #WeAreGood), going to Rockefeller Plaza, seeing Something Rotten!, and certainly other things as well. It will be nice to take a break from the artistic immersion and allow myself to be a visitor in this great city.
Next week, I begin music assisting in Gumbo. I plan on researching by day, rehearsing by night and making every minute count. Life is very good.
8.4 & 8.5 – Orland Henslow and Peck Recreation Center
For the last two sites we returned to our old friends Orland Grasslands and Peck Farms. Beautiful days both times!
Orland Henslow
The Peck site was one of my favorites because of how ridiculously tall it was. All Big Bluestem, so it was plants we had seen before, but boy does it get tall by the end of the season! Here’s me in the midst of it, looking at a huge thistle that I had just run into face first. Right after Bob ran into it face first.
Here’s one of the views from the top of Peck’s silo, which they’ve converted into an observation deck. To the right of the barn you can see a bit of the site we had just surveyed!
8.3 – Harvey Creek
This site was notable for me for two reasons:
1. The soil was the darkest I’ve seen sampling, almost like compost. I’m hypothesizing high soil organic matter when I analyze it in the lab. Sorry this picture is so out of focus!
2. Harvey Creek is in an Illinois town called Sandwich. This is, in fact, amazing.
It was surrounded by cornfields (which I had expected to see a lot more of than I did this summer.)
Actually this site was one of our least favorites, since there were a lot of tall plants with bindweed tangled up in them, which meant we spent a lot of time tripping and getting scratched. For reference, the flag is 5 or 6 feet tall.