My research supervisor and my labmates are totally awesome. They listened to me freak out about impending doom and told me that I can figure things out somehow. =)
Random Japanese sentence: 弟ã¯猫を花åÂÂÂÂã¨åÂÂÂÂãÂÂ¥ã‘ã¾ã—ãŸ。 My brother named his cat "Hanako".
Or, well, rather, I've finished almost all the toast, and all the cream cheese in the lab fridge. Which is half-okay because I brought the cream cheese anyway, but I'm lucky my research supervisor's okay with my eating his flax bread when I need to nibble on something. I promise to buy flax bread for the lab sometime. =)
My lab is wonderful.
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Random Japanese sentence: 猫ã¯夕食ã«éšã«ã‚りã¤ãÂÂã¨ã‚ÂãÂÂã‚ÂãÂÂã™る。 My cat is thrilled with joy when she gets fish for dinner. Neko wa yuushoku ni sakana ni aritsuku to waku waku suru.
Calum put up pictures of one of our lab meetings. I'm the leftmost girl in pictures 2 and 3. You can tell because in what most Canadians would consider pleasantly warm weather, I'm wearing a sweater.
Friday afternoon at the lab. It's so quiet I can hear the water rumbling in the walls. I have a birthday cake in the refrigerator and no one to share it with. That, my dear friends, is culture shock.
Many people think of culture shock as just encountering cultures and customs different from their own, but culture shock is about far more than costumes or traditions. My form of culture shock is having to deal with the shift from a close-knit group of friends to an environment where I don't really know a lot of people yet.
Fortunately, the universe sensed I was about to get depressed, and it intervened. Melanie walked in and asked if I was still around. I brought the cake out of the refrigerator and _that_ brought Alvin out of his cubicle. Alvin and Melanie even sang Happy Birthday. =) We had more of that wonderfully chocolatey cake.
Now we're down to two decently-sized slices, which I can share with my roommate later. =)
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Setting up Wordpress for a labmate's blog took less than five minutes (as advertised), and importing the RSS feed from MSN spaces was a breeze. Grabbing the comments was another matter, though, and my Perl is embarrassingly rusty now. I ended up piping the individual blog pages to a command-line Perl script that spit out SQL code.
Sigh.
コンピュータãÂÂ΋“ã®会社ã«導入ã•れã¤ã¤ã‚りã¾ã™。 Computers are being introduced into this company.
