for a very dear friend. every little helps.




አካብዴ tendencies 2

My cover has been blown.

My sis and bro have always maintained to the rest of the fam: “አሁን እሱ ነው የዋህ, ምንም የማያውቅ?! እንዲህ ሲቅለሰለስ ሰው መስሏችኋል? የሱን ጉድ ‘ምናውቀው እኛ ነን!” Of course, sometimes they make it sound like I am Keyser Söze or something. But I will have to admit: I’m not that innocent. ኦ ቤይበን ቤይበን

It’s only been a little over a year since I’ve embarked upon an open door policy-like Deng Xiaoping-in school; have become more outgoing. And I owe that in part to time and to the new crop of people coming in. Still, መቅለስለስ had remained the modus operandi in the presence of the boss. I have observed how relaxed relationships between PIs and students here could get, and let me go out on a limb and say that it would make people slightly uncomfortable if I were to do something like this:


And yet, I have tried to do my best impression of የጨዋ ተማሪ (although I presume he would rather I were a ምርታማ ተማሪ) and to avoid getting too chummy.

Then in a single week he walks in on me horsing around: doing a b-boy stance, a bad British accent, whistling to a song and singing along to Wakeup Call. What will he think of me? Will he think that I am starting to get more chill and complacent because of that paper? Ours is a life where, more often than not, the promise and the happiness is that of paper, after all. Not to be confused with that other kind of paper. Will he think that I need a wakeup call, since it’s just only the beginning? ወዘተ ወዘተ…

Or maybe he didn’t even notice anything (or if he did, he just didn’t care) and I am stressing over nothing, as is my wont.

Exhibit B

Another day, another place. During a presentation on lab safety, they show us a picture of a gas cylinder and ask what was missing. Someone answers “a chain”, to keep it from falling on some poor grad student’s feet, that is. I comment to the person who was sitting next to me “just like a rapper”. Cuz what’s a rapper without no chain, right? I am not sure if the person got the reference.

Then I go home, and in the middle of shower I start going over the events of the day and overanalyzing. A couple of people from my committee were sitting in front of us during the presentation. What if they had overheard my comments, heard “wrapper” in stead of  “rapper” (what with the exotic accent), and they thought that I was anthropophallomorphizing the cylinder (not even an apt simile) and I was insinuating that it was missing a condom (I won’t even try to explain), what will they think of me, ወዘተ ወዘተ…

እግዜር ይርዳኝ



who minus who?

black panther




  • Woke up one morning last week, did the usual: checked Twitter, the blog, emails. NYtimes morning briefings don’t interest me as much as they used to -world keeps getting more fucked up and ludicrous by the day. Google Scholar alerting me there’s a paper out on our area. “Shit! Another one from another lab. Fuckers!” Click on the link and I see my name! My grandfather’s name, to be exact. Wish it could have been my father’s or mother’s. I’m not making too much of it though. I feel like I should have contributed more, and recognize that it’s only the beginning. But each brick matters, and I don’t want to be an ungrateful prick. Here’s to hoping the next one comes right on the heels of this one. Also received a congratulatory message from an unexpected person. It felt nice.
  • Now, I’ve been wary of water in all its shapes and forms ever since “the great near drowning incident of 2015”. But I got to try my legs at a little bit of skiing and snowboarding. Motivation for the madness came in the form of the persistence of a coworker and from a celebratory mode stemming from recent inroads made in the scientific publishing arena 🙂 –“I’ll know that I’ve been published even if I end up dying out there” Fell down a bunch of times የቂጤ ብርጭቆ እስኪሰበር ድረስ.


The resident pain in the neck has gotten worse (was cupping my chin two days later). Can’t help but contemplate about things that could have went wrong (thoughts of Shumacher, although I stuck to the bunny hill the entire time; ሆሆ! ጎመን በጤና አሉ እትዬ … ) and how ill-advised of me it was not to wear a helmet. I swear I lost a couple of pounds in the aftermath. And I don’t think dehydration via a constantly running nose would account for the entire loss; probably left behind some minor organ on the slopes. There were moments of “I’m chillin’ homes!” and of “I’m the king of the world!” An enjoyable experience overall; I think I will do it again

  • Had oysters.


I liked the taste and how al dente (?) the meat was. Yes, tried the crustaceans and now on the mollusks, Dr S from Invertebrate Zoology would have been proud. Next stop, caviar, baby!


….Should have never left in the first place. You just have to understand. You’re a lot, Midge

A lot of what?

You meet a girl. Maybe she’s pretty. Maybe she’s smart. Maybe she’s funny. Maybe your parents like her. Maybe you get really lucky and she’s one or two of those things. I got em all. That’s a lot.

Wasn’t enough though

It was. It was more than enough. I fell in love with you the moment I asked you out and you said no….I never left…

The fuck are you trying to say, man?

Anyway, the above was taken from the final episode of season 1 of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. I’m on that Mozart in the Jungle too. Making good use of my Amazon Prime subscription.

The old guard:

The young’n doing the old guard:

This old thing

For the sick beat, and the ዕልልታ; ምንም እንኳን በጸሎታችሁ አስቡኝ ብሎ ሲያበቁ ዕልልልልልል ማለት ወጉ ባይሆንም…

Baby you got me like ah, woo, ah
Don’t you stop loving me (loving me)
Don’t quit loving me (loving me)
Just start loving me (loving me)



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