Bernanke's Financial Crisis 101: Four Questions

Yesterday the chairman of the Fed, Ben Bernanke, gave a lecture to students of Morehouse College on the financial crisis. Bernanke provided an introduction to the crisis by posing and answering four questions in light of the four questions that children supposedly asked during passover. Fortunately the folks at Bloomberg recorded this lecture, and I watched it on YouTube. Here are my notes from the talk:

I've broken the notes down into the four questions Bernanke posed, with my synopsis of the answers he provided.

1. How did we get here?

There are many videos and explanations of this one, so you probably know this already. Basically, foreigners started lending U.S. banks lots of money, so much that banks and financial institutions (fints) had a hard time finding reliable people to loan this foreign money to, and began loaning money to unreliable people. The housing bubble just made fints even more willing to loan to unreliables, and package unreliable loans in ways which made them seem like safe investments. Basically, we as a nation were making lots of loans to unreliable people.

2. What has the Fed been doing about this?

Well, first, they cut the overnight loan rate to 0%, and plan to keep it low for a while. They also agreed to make short term loans to banks (this in turn mkes banks more willing to give out mortgages). They used "targetted lending" to help markets outside of banking (commercial paper, basically a short term loan, is an example of a market the Fed helped out succesfully). The Fed is also issuing programs to help ordinaries like us get credit, and finally it is buying securities in the open market. Basically, the Fed is doing quite a bit to help out! And it should .After all, this IS their job...

3. Could the Fed's actions lead to an inflation problem?

Bernanke didn't actually answer this question. Instead, he basically said that inflation isn't necessarily a bad thing. Bernanke noted that the Fed wants to maintain an inflation rate of 2%, and that currently inflation is below this. He also pointed out that deflation is a bad thing (is often an indicator of a struggling economy). My conclusion from this is Bernanke does think there will be an inflation problem, especially since he's trying to calm people down about it.

4. Why did the Fed and Treasury act to prevent the bankrupcy of Bear Sterns and AIG?

Bernanke first pointed out that he is very much in favor of letting troubled companies go bankrupt. But, because AIG is connected to the health of so many institutions, letting AIG fail would also force many other companies to fail. Furthermore, this could cause a global panic, which is never good in economics. 

Bernanke said that in order to avoid a situation like this in the future, the "rules of the game" need to change. First, all large financial institutions like AIG need to have federal oversight. Second, we need a system to deal with the failure of large fints. This would basically be the equivalent of the FDIC for large companies. I think that this is a very good idea.

So there you have it. I thought the talk was very understandable, and fun to hear. Hopefully these notes were informative, if not incredibly fun, to read.

My Favorite OpenMosaic so Far

I started a website called openmosaic.org last summer. The goal was to create a mosaic which anybody could edit, and to see how it changed over time. The mosaic has had some interesting drawings in the future, but I think this is my favorite so far. I really love the skier. Thank you to whoever made this!

Lessons From Carnegie Mellon Visit Days

My journey across the U.S. and back (the first of 4 in 6 weeks) proved very educational. For one, I took away several lessons from Manuel Blum's talk on how to succeed in grad school. Here are a few:

On Reading

A book is not a scroll. It is random access. That is the beauty of books. That you can start and stop reading anywhere.

On Writing

1. Have something to say.
2. Say it.
3. Stop when you have said it.
4. Finally, give it an accurate title

Finally...

Brains are muscles, and should be exercised regularly.

These lessons were worth traveling across the U.S. for. I thought they were worth sharing.

Ten Reasons Why Pittsburgh is Wonderful

After the horror stories my friends told me about how old and boring Pittsburgh is, I came to this city quite apprehensive about how much fun I was going to have. After nine weeks of living in Pittsburgh, I can safely say that my friends were wrong. Here are ten reasons why (in no particular order).

The Allegheny River

Building a raft and floating it down the Allegheny River for three days was one of the most memorable experiences in my life. I've never built something and then trusted it with my life. It was wonderful to finish such a big project, and get to spend three days on the peaceful Allegheny. There are so many peaceful places just outside of Pittsburgh, many people just don't get to venture out that far.

Bridges

Pittsburgh is a city of bridges. It's a lot of fun to see the multitude of industrial bridges crisscrossing the rivers on all sides. It's especially fun at sunset, or at night. Or during fireworks. Pittsburgh's bridges are beautiful.

Schenely Park

Pittsburgh has several large parks sprinkled amongst its many neighborhoods. My favorite was Schenely park. It had a fun 3 mile loop I would bike many afternoons. My favorite part about Schenely is the view. Pittsburgh is a beautiful city, and it's nice to know that such a great view was always just a short bike ride away.

La Prima Coffee


I finally found a good cafe in Pittsburgh. The best part is, La Prima is actually a coffee roaster. They have an industrial-style cafe on the strip that serves amazing mochas. They serve their cafe latte italian style--in glass mugs at a bar. The best part is the people at the La Prima warehouse are really nice. They gave us a tour of the place and a free bag of coffee just for stopping by after hours. I've never been greeting with such kindness from a coffee roaster.

The Strip


The Strip is the Pike Place Market of Pittsburgh, minus all of the flower stands and flying fish. It has fresh produce, plenty of people, and lots of asian stores. It's a great place to visit on a Saturday morning to get all sorts of goodies.

CMU Rooftops
There's something exciting about going on rooftops. Anu took me to the top of CMU's the very first day I got here, and I still remember them. It was so much fun to see CMU from such an interesting perspective.

Mt. Washington


Mt. Washington is a large hill (not mountain) just across the river (to the south) of downtown Pittsburgh. To get to the top, you take an incline (or furnicular). The view from there is gorgeous, both during the day and at night. I still haven't fulfilled my dream of going up there on a motorcycle, though...

Randomness


Pittsburgh is full of random stores and activities. Here are a few:

• A recycled bicycle store.
• Breweries in churches, hookah bars in churches, clubs in churches.
• City-wide water balloon fights.
• City-wide art shows.
• Amazing fireworks during and after baseball games.
• Free movie showings at Schenely park.
  

People

The best part about Pittsburgh though has been by far the people I've met. From roommates to labmates to random people I've bumped into on airplanes, everyone has been so open and welcoming. It's not often that you get to meet friends in Pittsburgh that you know you'll stay in touch with for a while. But here I think I've met at least one, hopefully a few.

A Surprise in the Mail

I received a nice surprise today in an orange envelope, first class mail. I didn't receive a scholarship, get a job offer, or win a million dollars. Instead I received a plastic bag filled with puzzle pieces that made up a giant letter my friend Sarah had written me.


I've gotten some pretty interesting messages in the past (in the form of cookies in the mail or flowers falling from the sky, courtesy of my ex-boyfriend), but I've never gotten such an interestingly packaged letter. Receiving and putting together this letter was definitely the highlight of my day. I've taken a few photos and a video of the puzzle going up on my wall, if you're interested.



I'm always surprised by how much of a difference things such as letters or cookies can make. Getting a letter from any of my friends always brightens my day. I sent Sarah some cookies, which inspired her to send me this giant letter, which I then put on my wall to remind me every day that somebody in Seattle cares about me. Sending surprises in the mail is something I am looking forward to doing more of in the near future (more about this in my next post).

Rafting The Allegheny Day 1 (8/7/08)

Today started off quite early. We all agreed to meet at Chris’s at 6:00 am, and by 6:30 were off to Giant Eagle to get some ice to cool off our produce for the trip. After getting ice we hopped into Chris’s tiny red car and headed off to Warren, PA. During our breakfast stop at McDonald’s we saw our first taste of the vicious thunderstorm to come. This was mixed news. On the one hand it promised for quite a rafting trip, on the other hand it meant the river would be nice and high, something that proved to be quite a blessing.
When we arrived at the Starbrick launch area the weather was beautiful. By the time we finished loading our raft it had gotten cloudy, and rain had started falling by the time we pushed off. We decided to press on nevertheless, and tempt fate with a call to lunch. Bad idea. The weather got progressively worse until we found ourselves, 3 rafters in the middle of a meal, stuck in the eye of a ferocious thunderstorm. Lightning was striking all around us, and far too close for comfort. At one point I saw a flash of light that was far too bright and immediately afterward thunder far too loud. These lightning bolts were hitting within a kilometer. As we were trying to battle the storm and keep the tuna from falling overboard, we began drifting far too close to shore and some trees waiting to snag our boat up and turn it over. We were unable to avoid the trees near shore, and plowed straight into one backwards, nearly toppling our boat. Luckily, we made it out alive. Finally, the storm ended and the sun came out. We spent the rest of the day appreciating the sun, clouds and rain sans thunder. Surprisingly enough, rafting wasn’t as boring as Chris had feared. There were moments when you could relax, but these only lasted about 15 minutes before yuou’d need to get up to steer or decide which side of an island to travel down.
We ended up camping on an island near Steward’s island about 10 miles from our starting point (near Tidioute). The island we picked was quite wild. Chris had to chop out the overgrown vegetation with his paddle. Nevertheless, the pebbled shore provided a great place for cooking and a campfire, and after a little while we had chicken Fajitas and a fire going. The fajitas were delicious. Since we had so much space to store food we were really able to take some rather fancy meals with us. After some s’mores, it was time to face the long, wet night ahead. We could already see the lightning flashing in the distance. We could only hope that the weather would clear up the next day.

Rafting The Allegheny Day 2 (8/8/08)

After a wet night we awoke to a misty morning. All of our stuff was wet, so after hanging up stuff to dry and packing up, we headed off, slightly damper than before. Chris wanted to cook breakfast on the raft, so he pulled out his stove and began making sausages and pancakes with Julia. The sausages were great, but the pancakes kept sticking to the pan. Note: always bring vegetable oil if you plan to make pancakes!
We spent the rest of our day swimming, navigating, paddling, reading, chatting, pulling the raft along the shallows, looking at clouds, and joking around. Even though dark clouds teased us along the horizon, we were lucky enough to avoid any thunderstorms today. Today was the most relaxing day of our trip. The public islands we were seeing so frequently began to end around 5:00 pm, so we decided to head in early and camp on a public island instead of risk getting thrown out of a private island in the middle of the night.
We ended up camping on a very habitable island the second night. We certainly weren’t the first people to camp on that island, and were able to take advantage of the camping area previous campers had set up. After a quick round of slinging practice, it was time to make a fire and cook dinner. Dinner this time was chicken curry. Dinner was delicious, and after a short firewood-gathering break it was time to make s’mores. After some riddles and a few good conversations, we all looked up and saw the stars. There were so many! We spent a good part of the night staring at the stars (pretending we knew what constellations we were looking at), and spotting shooting stars before going to bed. We even saw the Milky Way. What a magical night!

Rafting The Allegheny Day 3 (8/9/08)

We needed to cover a lot of ground today, so decided to wake up early and start paddling as soon as we could. We began paddling into the mist at 8:30, which gave us plenty of time to reach our goal. This day was the only day when the sun was out all day, and we could feel it. The sun was scorching hot, which made us appreciate the shade all those storm clouds were hideous. The sun, combined with tough paddling through dead spots and needing to carry the raft through almost a half-mile of shallow water made us very exhausted at the end. We went through some choppy waters, at one point nearly losing Julia as we hit an unexpected underwater rock. As we neared our goal, the wind began blowing the raft backwards, which, given our condition just added insult to injury.
Going backwards was frustrating, and we were exhausted, so decided to pull out early on the dock of the Eagle Creek motel. After packing up, getting one last picture, and tying the raft down, it was time to go. We all said our goodbyes to the Allegheny which had given us such a great adventure, and headed back to the concrete jungle of Pittsburgh. It was wonderful to see such a beautiful part of Pennsylvania.

Rafting the Allegheny

Me, Chris and Bryan on a test launch

I sort of plopped into this adventure by accident. I overheard two grad students in the HCI office talking about a rafting trip, asked them about it, got invited, and now I'm here. We (Chris, Bryan and I) built a 6 x 9 ft raft and are going to spend three days floating down the Allegheny river on it. The car is packed (complete with stuffed trunk and giant raft on top), and I'm heading over to Chris's in about 5 hours.

We are going to be floating until Saturday, and I will write more when I get back. But, you can look at photos of the building process and track our progress as we float along the river (assuming we get cell phone reception) at www.alleghenyrafters.com.

This should be an interesting experience. I wonder what sorts of crazy things will happen...Can't wait to write about the results of this experience (both building and floating).

Sensing Human Activity Using Financial Data

One of my latest projects, to help people visualize where they spend their money, and how often they visit places. The larger the polygon over a location, the more often you visit it. The more red/purple the polygon, the more you've spent there.


Spending information provides an interesting lens through which to view our lives. It is an imperfect lens to be sure, but nevertheless can reveal a surprisingly large amount of information if looked at the right way.

This summer I'm exploring different ways of detecting (and in some cases improving upon) aspects of human activity by looking at their spending data. You can learn all about the details of my project on my project website, which also contains a weekly journal of what I've been up to. If you want to learn more, check out the site!

The DeGeorges

I met the DeGeorges because of a T-Shirt. I was sitting near the only available power outlets in terminal 9 of JFK charging my laptop and surreptitiously snacking on the rye crisps and salami I had brought from Moscow when somebody asked me "How many can you juggle?" For a moment I had no idea how he knew I was a juggler, but then I remembered I was wearing my juggling t-shirt, so I turned around and replied "five."

We got to talking. It turns out that the DeGeorges were heading to Pittsburgh, just like me, and that they had a daughter my age working there. We talked more. The DeGeorges were coming back from a trip in Italy. They hadn't traveled in a long while. I was coming back from my trip to Moscow. Travel was a bit less foreign to me. They found out I loved the mountains, and that I knew next to nobody in Pitsburgh, and offered to show me their mountains if I ever came down to where they lived. As we patiently waited through the long plane delays, our mutual suffering brought us closer. I felt for a little while that the DeGeorges were my family away from my mother in this airport that certainly was not home.

When we arrived to Pittsburgh I met the DeGeorges' daughter Courey, and the DeGeorges made sure I found a cab. We said our goodbyes, and I thought to myself, "There goes a wonderful family I will probably never see again."

But, I was wrong. I had thought about the DeGeorges a little during my first week at school, wondering what the Fourth of July would be like with them, and wishing I had something to do that weekend. Then, late on Wednesday night (the fourth of July was on Friday), Courey wrote on my Facebook wall and asked if I wanted to join the DeGeorges for the Fourth of July. I was honestly taken aback. Here were some people that I hardly even knew, and they were inviting me to stay with them for an entire weekend. How could they know that I was just a normal girl and not a thief or a loafer? The DeGeorges were either incredibly nice or slightly mad. Fortunately, I found out during the weekend that they were very much the former.

My weekend with the DeGeorges was wonderful. I found a common language with Courey in my love for cafes, and had a lot of fun discussing crocs and movies with her. Ironically, Courey had convinced me to try to not drink caffeine for 50 days, and I accepted. I'm on 19 now. I was especially impressed by how Courey seems to have a very concrete reason for why she likes things. She knows exactly why she likes Crocs, for example, "Because when I'm old and my grandkids ask me 'did you wear those crazy shoes' I'll proudly say 'yes! I was part of the phenomenon!' "

I felt so comfortable in their house, working on my website during the day, eating wonderful dinners and talking with them at night. The DeGeorges are easily some of the nicest people I've met in my entire life.

My favorite part of the weekend was going hiking on Hemlock trail, a secluded, rainforest-like path through the woods of West Virginia. The air there was so dense that I felt I was in a rainforest.

My second-favorite part of the weekend was probably going to Mass on Sunday. I am not religious, but the DeGeorges were pretty serious Catholics. I was surprised to see just how much of their lives involved religion in some form. It wasn't just praying before dinner; God seemed to come up in so many of the conversations we had together. I've always been open to religion, and really enjoyed talking about God with my friend Caleb. So, I really enjoyed listening to these conversations. I did feel a little bit uncomfortable before Mass on Sunday, mostly because I didn't know what to do, and because I knew was not allowed to partake in the entire Mass (thus I was afraid I'd be singled out and stigmatized).

But despite this discomfort, I felt incredibly moved by the Mass. I can't really explain why. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the quiet tone with which the priest spoke, or the serenity of the people around me. During the mass I realized that I didn't understand what was central to the lives of so many people in this world: religion. Nations are created and wars fought because of religion, and I had no understanding of it, religion was missing from my life.

I've decided to change that now. I have started reading the Bible recently, and hope to read the whole thing so that I can better understand God. I am so fortunate to have bumped into the DeGeorges on that day in JFK. Isn't it amazing what a single t-shirt can lead to?

Chocolate Milk

When I was a little girl I remember going to my daddy’s office in building 113 after school and getting chocolate milk. I would always get two cartons, and one thin, brown straw. The milk was Wilcox, two percent with a cow on the front, and games or fun facts on the side. We would always get the chocolate milk just as we were leaving the office, because the kitchen was right next to the elevators. As we headed down the elevators, I would frantically sip through my thin brown straw (sometimes I would get two straws, to drink the milk faster) to consume as much of the chocolate elixir as I could, as quickly as those two brown straws would allow me.

Chocolate milk was my blankie, it was my bunny rabbit, the thumb I sucked to make things better. When I drank chocolate milk all of my worries melted away. My thoughts over my homework, the boy I had a crush on but was too shy to even look at, not wanting to go to karate, which items I should buy on Runescape, or what things I should get for my Sims dissapeared as the chocolate froth made its way down my esophagus.

Times have changed, but chocolate milk has not. The days when I went to my dad’s office in building 113 are no more now that my dad is gone. He had hoped we’d all be better off without him, but I miss getting chocolate milk in building 113, among many other things. I think about different things now. Computer games like Runescape and the Sims don’t interest me as much anymore now that I can earn real money and buy real things. I think I just played those games because I wanted the sense of importance that comes when you can earn your own bread. I no longer imagine fair-tale romances with the crush that I haven’t had in a very long while. Instead, I languish amongst the stale memories of a perfect relationship painfully terminated. I’ve taken a break from karate in order to pursue skiing, but I will come back. In addition to thinking about homework, I worry about where I am heading to after I graduate with my Master’s , and whether I should apply for Google, Microsoft, or both. I think a lot more about whether I am being a good person or not—is it sufficient to make one person happy, or must you make 100 people satisfied? Is there a happiness quota I must fill in order to be complete? There are so many more things I think about now: cooking, money, laundry, research, chores, my side projects.

But, chocolate milk still tasted the same. Before, I would get my chocolate milk free from the fridge in building 113. Now, I buy a gallon of milk from Giant Eagle and mix it with chocolate syrup. My roommate and I go through like 2 gallons of milk a week this way. Chocolate milk is still so comforting. The entire ritual, from pouring the milk into my cup, to lapping it up in small spoonfuls (so it lasts longer), is so soothing. My life is not perfect. But in those moments between the time I mix the milk so vigorously to the moment I sip the last of my chocolate potion from my spoon, I feel relaxed and happy.

Got milk?

Moscow Recipes: Russian Blini

Blini, cheese, meat, sour cream...yum!

Blini are basically the Russian version of crepes, and they are delicious! Although I learned to make blini outside of Moscow, the blini I made in Moscow were good, and I want to share the recipe.

Ingredients:
For every 1 egg...

• 1 cup of flour.
• 1 Tablespoon of sugar.
• 1/4 teaspoon of salt
• 1 cup of milk
• 1 stick of butter (you won't need the whole thing).
  

A little bit of vegetable oil
Some water based on consistency of mix.

You will need:

• A ladle.
• One or several small to medium-sized pans.
• A large mixing bowl
• Something to mix with, or an automatic beater.
  

Directions:

1. Scramble the eggs in a large bowl.
2. Put in sugar, salt, milk, mix.
   
3. Slowly add the flour to the mixture (1 cup at a time), mixing as you go. The mixture should not have any chunks in it every time you add more flower. Make sure you gradually add the flower, and not all at once, because then your batter will get lumpy. It helps to have an automatic beater.
4. Add some vegetable oil to your mixture.
5. Your mixture should now be moderately thick, but should also easily pour out of a ladle. Adjust the consistency of your mixture by using water.
6. Heat several small to medium-sized pans (or crepe pans, if you have them) on medium heat, and put a little oil on them.
7. Once the pans are hot, use your ladle to get some batter and pour the batter onto the pan.
8. Tilt the pan, rolling the batter along the pan until the pan is covered with a thin layer of batter. It may take you several tries to get the thickness correct.
   
9. Place the pan back on the heat, and fill other pans (if you have them) with the batter.
10. Check the blini to see if they are ready to flip. They are ready when they are slightly brown on one side. When the blini are ready, flip them.
    
11. Once both sides are lightly browned, put the blini on a large plate. You will want to put a thin layer of butter on every other blin that goes onto this plate.
12. Remember to put oil on the pans once the blini start to stick to the pan. If you notice your blini sticking to the pan, this may also be because the blini are not done yet...give them some time!

Of course, you should always test your blini once they're cooked for flavor, to make sure they are cooked right!

You can eat blini with jam, nutella, cooked ground beef (with onions), caviar, or anything else that sounds good!

Thank you to my mom for the recipe.

Teeming With Life

My first weekend in Moscow was deceptively quiet. I arrived in the middle of a long weekend to a calm, quiet city. Everyone had gone to their dachya for the long weekend, or were otherwise enjoying their free time in their apartments. The streets of Moscow were deserted. As we travelled with Alexei (a family friend) along the wide, empty roads I felt that we were the only tourists in Moscow, zooming around at an alarming rate.

As I stepped outside the metro station on Monday, I realized how inaccurate my initial impression of Moscow was. Moscow was not the quiet, relaxing city that I thought it was.

Moscow doesn’t have the world’s worst traffic jams (according to Time magazine, this accolade belongs to Sao Paolo), but the endless stream of cars is overwhelming at times. From the old and busted Volgas to the shiny new BMWs that many of Russia’s noviye ruskiyi have, everyone stands virtually still on Moscow’s roads, trying to push their way through to the next block, the next road that might offer relief from the traffic jam. The trucks are the worst, though. Russian trucks spew out a dark, disgusting exhaust that makes you want to cough your lungs out should you be unlucky enough to inhale its fumes. It is often faster to take the metro and walk than to drive in Moscow.

Everybody in Moscow walks fast. You can’t stop in the metro to admire the beautiful halls without getting swept away by the crowd. If you walk slowly, you will soon be enveloped in people pushing past you so it’s best just to hurry like everybody else is. It feels as if everybody in Moscow is always late for something—everyone of these 10 million + residents had something they were doing.

It’s hard to relax in such a bustling city. I felt that in order to fit in with these busy 10 million that I also needed to hurry up and get on relaxing before my vacation ended. But then, hurrying to relax isn’t very relaxing, is it?

Piroghi in St. Petersburg

Piroghi from Stolle

One of my most memorable experiences in St. Petersburg was eating piroghi in a restaurant chain called Shtolle. I remember the first time I had piroghi from Shtolle. We had just arrived to St. Petersburg, and were all hungry, so we decided to go have dinner.

I was in the middle of my cold, and my throat hurt. I seem to remember that it was raining, but my memory may be deceiving me. You see, it is raining right now, so I might just be projecting the current atmosphere into the past. My mind sometimes tricks me this way.

The shtolle we entered into had a cellar-like atmosphere. I immediately liked the dark light, the wooden tables and leather couches in the restaurant. After ordering some soup, piroghi and pelmeni, we sat down in one of these comfortable chairs (of course we moved a couple of times because my sister Dasha couldn’t find a comfortable place to sit) to wait for our food. The soup and piroghi came out at once. I’m not sure if this was just because I had a sore throat, but I found the soup and piroghi to be incredible soothing. The soup massaged my throat, and the soft, tender flavors of the piroghi (with cabbage) lathered my throat with smooth, delicious flavors. This was the first time in Russia where I was inspired to close my eyes in order to fully enjoy the complementary flavors of the salty mushroom soup and the mild, sweet flavor of the piroghi. This meal was a celebration for my mouth, my throat, and my mind.

The next day, my sisters, Kolia, and I made a similar excursion to another St. Petersburg Shtolle, but this time we took our piroghi to go, as we planned to eat them during our night-long excursion of St. Petersburg’s white nights. But, the piroghi weren’t as good the second time around. We ended up eating the piroghi at home after heating them up, but they weren’t the same without the soup, the dark atmosphere of the restaurant. Maybe it’s just that we were tired, but I found it much harder to appreciate the delicate flavor of these piroghi at 6 am. Piroghi at Shtolle is one of the things I look forward to the next time I visit St. Petersburg.

White Nights

View of St. Petersburg at 4 am.

From June 11 to July 2, St. Petersburg never gets dark. These nights where the sun always seems to be shining just below the horizon are called the White Nights in St. Petersburg. Many people come from all around the world to wander the city in these seemingly endless days. This year my sisters and I decided to explore the city--it's canals, its cathedrals, its bridges during this magical time. My sister's say it's impossible to enter or leave St. Petersburg at this time because the trains and flights are all full, because these white nights are a sight that everyone wants to see.

The white nights in St. Petersburg are truly magical. But I’m a programmer, not a poet, so I couldn't explain or illustrate the majesty of St. Petersburg's white nights. But, I think Pushkin, even when translated into English, does a nice job of depicting the white nights. Here's a short excerpt from his poem, "The Bronze Horseman":

I love thy harmonies austere,
And Neva's sovran waters breaking
Along her banks of granite sheer;
Thy traceried iron gates; thy sparkling,
Yet moouless, meditative gloom
And thy transparent twilight darkling;
And when I write within my room
Or lampless, read--then, sunk in slumber,
The empty thoroughfares, past number,
Are piled, stand clear upon the night;
The Admiralty spire is bright;
Nor may the darkness mount, to smother
The golden cloudland of the light,
For soon one dawn succeeds another
With barely half-an-hour of night.

Teaching Kids to Juggle

I love children. They are full of dreams, desires and the potential to do so many things. I got to teach some of my sister Dasha’s students how to juggle during my trip to Moscow, and really enjoyed it. Finally, I got to make a difference (however small) in the lives of some people in Moscow. I like teaching kids because I feel like I can really have an important impact on their lives. I don’t know if any of these kids will go on to become great jugglers, but I do know that I became inspired to juggle by another juggler who taught me. I remember how much that juggler inspired me, and hope that I’ll be able to inspire others with my juggling as well.

Tea

Dasha, Galia and Kolia sitting down for tea in St. Petersburg

Besides sleeping, I think that the activity I spent the most time doing in Russia was drinking tea. Tea is the non-alchoholic social bonding alternative to vodka, and is the only thing you can really drink (unless you want to drink boiled water) if you don’t want to be poisoned by Moscow’s less-than-clean water.

I drank tea every morning along with breakfast (sometimes I even had two cups), then usually had tea with my lunch. Sometimes we would stop in the afternoon for another cup of tea, and then I always had tea (or honey water) after dinner. That totals to at least 3 cups of tea a day.

I used to think that drinking tea was a waste of time. But now I realize that it’s a great way to get to know people, and to discuss and understand events in life. Tea is a great excuse to eat candy, or to make blini. Tea is how we come to understand why the traffic is so bad, what the weather will be like, and what we will be doing tomorrow. It is a time when you aren’t doing anything really, just sitting, talking, thinking. What a great time. I’ve found that I haven’t had any tea time in Pittsburgh. In Pittsburgh I am always doing, I haven’t had time to just sit down and think. I miss that about my time in Moscow.

Skiing on Thanksgiving

Me jumping a small rock under Jersey Cream. Thanks to Chris Hacking for the amazing photo.

Short of having a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner, there's nothing better than skiing on Thanksgiving day. This year, I was fortunate enough to have both. What a wonderful opportunity, to be able to go to Whistler on Thanksgiving day, to rent a condo, to buy tickets, and ski on opening day of Blackcomb mountain then to come home and have a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with my mom. I am a very lucky little girl.

This thanksgiving, I have many things to be thankful for. Firstly, I'm thankful for my mother. It is thanks to my mom that I am alive, thanks to her that I have friends, and thanks to her that I was able to spend this Thanksgiving in Whistler, and a have a great Thanksgiving dinner. Secondly, I'm thankful for my father. It is thanks to my father that I am alive, thanks to him that I am able to enjoy any part of the mountain (whether by hiking, climbing or skiing), and thanks to him that I am privileged enough to be in a fantastic department at such a strong university. Finally, I'm thankful for the snow, rocks, gondolas, lifts, lifties and ski patrollers that all make it possible for me to enjoy the mountains.

If not for all of the things I mentioned above and much more, I would not be able to enjoy Blackcomb on Thanksgiving, and Whistler the next day. I would not be able to hike Jersey Cream bowl on Blackcomb and ski down, or hit the terrain park in Whistler (it was better than the one in Blackcomb, more jumps, more jibs, more fun).



This has not been an easy quarter for me at all. It has been incredibly busy, and very intellectually demanding. Were the short two days worth 7 weeks of suffering? I don't think that this comparison should be made. I think if you like something, you should do it, and not work on something you don't enjoy simply so that you can spend a little time doing stuff you love. Hopefully, I will be able to combine my love of programming and my love of skiing so that I can do both and get tired of neither. I haven't figured out a way how yet, but maybe someday I will. If you have any ideas, please let me know.

Biking

My friend Dmitry asked me whether biking in France was any different than biking in America. Sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes I would look around and think to myself “I could be on the Burke-Gilman trail right now and not even know the difference”. The same trees, rivers and people were in France as were in America. However, sometimes biking in France was quite different. Some days we would bike between little villages along vineyards and fields, things I’ve never witnessed in America. Scenes such as the spire of a church poking through the hills, a small pin telling me that yet another little village was just beyond that hill, dot my memory, and I don’t think I would have found those in America. So yes, biking in Europe is special.

With my comfort bike of brick, I may not have biked a long distance, but I did bike for a long time. Biking is a very peaceful exercise. My ex-boyfriend Ben explained why biking is peaceful well to me: it’s because of the cadence. The constant up-down of the pedals is so hypnotizing. I was constantly flowing in and out of a biking zen throughout the trip: half awake, half dreaming about nothing in particular. And always there was the up-down of my pedals.

Biking of course didn’t come without its pains. My butt hurt every time I got on the bike, and after the third day my thighs were always aching. But these were all bearable pains, pleasant in fact. Even the burn I got on my thighs after forgetting to put on sunscreen for one day weren’t all that bad. Whenever I have pain like this I always remind myself that this is all temporary. If you just push through the pain a little bit, soon it will go away, and everything will be better. I suppose emotional pain is like this too. But it seems like those wounds take longer to heal.