November 11, 2005

Ethics in research

November 11, 2005 - Categories: !Uncategorized

I attended a seminar on ethics given by the department. All graduate
students are required to take this seminar in their first year.
It was a fascinating seminar. One scenario: A presentation gives you
an absolutely fantastic idea. Do you

I raised my hand without hesitation, and told everyone I’d give my
ideas freely. Ideas are cheap. It’s implementation that really counts.
I don’t mind giving my ideas away. If people _really_ like my ideas,
then they’ll see the advantages in collaborating with me and helping
me grow. If I keep my ideas to myself, however, the world will be
limited by my ability to work on those ideas (and my ability to
concentrate on them in the first place!).

My lab partner whispered that it was obvious that I’m into open
source. It’s something I really believe in. I want to give ideas
away. I want to learn as much as I can so that I can spread what I
know.

Many people don’t like doing that. There’s a lot of pressure in the
academe to be the first to publish, and there are also the temptations
of the commercial world. Those are some of the reasons why people sit
on cool ideas. That doesn’t make sense to me at all, and I hope never
to be in a situation where I have to do that.

I don’t think ideas are scarce. I think they’re abundant, wild and
free. The more ideas I give away, the more I receive. =)

Flash fiction: ALLEYCAT – 196 words

November 11, 2005 - Categories: writing

ALLEYCAT

by Sacha Chua

I tug the hem of my red leather dress down against the cold. Out of
the corner of my eye, I see another man join my shadow. Three men on
my tail. It’s two in the morning. Not a good time to walk in this part
of town.

I walk faster, my heartbeat louder than my footsteps.

One man yells, “Hey, babe! Wait up! We just want to play!”

I can’t outrun them. Not in these stiletto boots. I walk faster
anyway, adrenalin surging through my blood. I feel their leers boring
into my back.

Narrow alley to my right. Probably leads to a dead end.

Perfect.

I disappear around the corner. Their footsteps get louder, cockier.
They can’t wait to close the gap. I can hear them breathe.

Snapping my right heel open, I withdraw my monofilament garrote.
Strangulation is fun, but decapitation is so much quicker—and this
one takes a feather of a touch to slice through bone and cartilage.
This way, they can hear their heads hit the ground.

I make short work of the scum. Then I wipe blood off leather, replace
my heel, and saunter on, an alleycat on the prowl.


In response to “PIRATES” prompt on flashxer mailing list:

THEY PICKED UP THE BLIPS OF HE THREE BOATS PERSUING THEM, BUT DID
NOT REALIZE THEY WERE PIRATES UNTIL THE FIRST SHOT WAS FIRED. THE
CRUISE SHIP CAPTAIN ORDERD FULL SPEED, THE LINER WAS PEPPERED WITH
GUN FIRE AS SHE MOVED FROM A LEISURELY 15 KNOTS TO MAXIMUM SPEED,
LEAVING THEM IN THE WAKE.