Sunday, December 13, 2015

An essay on finding a quiet space

It’s hard finding a quiet space in a ranch style house.

The walls are never thick enough, and the rooms are never quite as far as you’d like them to be. Whenever my mind requires complete and utter silence, the house if filled with the sounds of life and the act of living. I am selfish in many ways. Loud sounds and music disturb me, and I am completely comfortable existing in quiet spaces. I don’t require music to reach a specific state of mind, and television doesn’t quite cut it.

If I’m sounding rather narcissistic or antisocial, I assure you I am not. But I am someone very susceptible to the environment around me. Thus, I make quite an effort to construct it to suit my emotional needs.

But ranch houses are not conducive to “finding your space”. And living with your parents even less so. Because I am obsessed with pleasing everyone around me and meeting people’s expectations, I find myself relinquishing my needs for the sake of another’s. So when I need silence, and my family needs loud salsa music, I give in—and the music blasts. And all the while I think: “what corner of this house can I escape to?” and sadly the answer is usually: “nowhere”. There is no escaping your physical space unless you leave it. The same is true, in my opinion, with your mental space. You have to force yourself to leave a certain state of mind for the sake of existing in your physical space. There is, undoubtedly, a compromise that must be made.

“Where do you run away to to experience silence?”
Leaving your home means stepping into a universe full of car horns and distractions. Going anywhere will mean going somewhere. And that somewhere is rarely silent.

Where do I escape to?

I escaped to the bathroom. The only sound is the one coming from my fingers on the keys, and the vent above my head moving air through the room. Most days, there isn’t a place I can go to for quiet tranquility. But tonight, on this rather dull and uneventful Saturday evening, the bathroom is where I run away to.

Thus, I crouch on the cold marble floor. I wrap myself in my bathrobe, and type away. No one calls me. There is no laughter blaring through my ears. Instead, there is just me and my existence. And while I am sure that any moment now I will be dragged from this oasis, I relish my moment here. There nothing more peaceful that the anticipation of noise, and the savoring of quiet.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Year End Review

The year is coming to an end, there is a lot of reflecting to be done. While I am not a particularly nostalgic individual - I don't tend to look back that often - I do enjoy thinking of the past year and anticipating what is to come. I also like to review all of the promises I made to myself and see how many of them I actually accomplished. Honestly? Two years ago I would have undoubtedly concluded that most of my resolutions fell to the waste-side and I didn't really do anything I promised I would do.

This year, however, I managed to meet almost all of my 2015 resolutions. Here are the resolutions I made last year:

  1. Read (at least) one book
  2. Move more
  3. Dance more
  4. Grant a wish
  5. Check my car's engine
  6. Make more money
  7. Stay cool
  8. Keep warm
  9. Fall in love
  10. Take a risk
  11. Eat more sushi
  12. Write a book
  13. Sleep more soundly
  14. Be inspired
  15. Make an investment

It was a really long list. Of course, I wasn't going to be able to accomplish them all. It wasn't that I didn't try, but there are some (like falling in love) that don't just happen because you say they will happen. Sometimes life gets in the way, and things just don't go the way you expect them to. Regardless of that, there were several of them that I actually managed to do! Ten out of 15 is pretty damn good! Numbers 7 and 8 were kind of relative and not entirely concrete resolutions, whose success I could measure.

For 2016, I want to make some resolutions that I actually can measure the success of. Not quite sure where things will go, but I want to look forward to the new year and always keep striving forward.

P.S. The book I wrote was a book for my parents' 50th birthday. Not a novel, but hey, I think it counts!

Friday, September 11, 2015

The art of data


I have recently taken an immense interest in the visualization of data. At my previous job, the amount of data I would get from studies and research we would conduct was far greater than my current employment. Now the number of participants are smaller, and there are few (at times, if any) metrics to utilize in analyses later conducted. This has left me in a huge funk with regards to getting to play around with Excel (and Matlab). Everyone seems to enjoy bar plots. Or worse, tables and reports. Nothing more intricate seems to be useful for anyone.



This leads me to my recent fascination with Network Visualization. The concept of the interconnectivity of just about anything intrigues me. Partly because my background in Neural Engineering, and partly because I am obsessed with the connections between species and complex organisms (including simple ones like bacteria). Network visualizations are beautiful and intriguing. And while they may not instantly help someone pick out a definite answer, they show that sometimes an easy answer just isn't available. There is beauty in the complexity of how the universe works.

Picture credits to Kimo Quaintance and LaNet-vi

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Jumping on the wagon


Part of my getting healthy/happy plan has had to involve what I shove in my mouth. Several months (who am I kidding, years) of not being completely conscious of what I consume has led to a weight I am not particularly happy with, and a slue of conditions - developed acne in college and recently had a pretty severe rash. The "bandwagon" of food intolerances is often perceived as just that. And frequently the individuals labeling themselves as "something-free" (e.g. gluten, dairy, meat) are looked down upon and mocked. These are considered first-world problems. That may be the case. But probably because of the fact that the food "first-world" countries are consuming is not actually very nutritionally rich.

Regardless of that, one week ago I decided to cut out all dairy (goodbye pastries) and gluten (goodbye bread). I don't drink milk, but I am positive most of the cookies and sweets I was consuming were full of it. And the amount of bread I was eating was certainly excessive. After a rather severe breakout, I opted to cut all of that - and sugar - from my diet. That, and I started doing Ballet Beautiful for 30 minutes a day. The Balanced app really helped keeping me in check!

Results: Acne has subsided (I have also been putting Manuka honey on it), I have lost some weight, my rash has basically disappeared, and I feel better than I have in a LONG time.

Verdict: I'm definitely going to remove ALL dairy from my life. I'm going to leave out gluten products (looking for the best GF bread for substitute), and I have even started drinking my espressos without sugar. Sugar be damned!

The above loaf was GF, DF, and sugar free (though it was sweetened with applesauce and a bit of maple syrup). I got the recipe from Deliciously Ella. I'll be cooking more from now on.

Friday, September 4, 2015

An Update (13 days in)


The four-month challenge continues. Finding happiness is complicated. And I don't really think happiness is something that is in fact "found". It's not a kid hiding - waiting for you to find him. It isn't a fabled mountain lion, only seen once in a blue moon. In reality, happiness is a state of being that is reached through, from personal opinion, lots of unhappiness. When you find yourself in a constant state of awful, there is a point in your life when you acknowledge that the power to find more content and peace of mind is solely in your hands.

There are countless elements that will cause me to have a horrible day. The migraine I had during the weekend helped to put me in a sour mood. An unexpected breakout around my cheeks, chin, AND forehead is extremely unwelcome. But here I am writing, whilst having Manuka honey slathered on my face in an attempt to cure my woes, and feeling rather happy. I am not ecstatic right now. I am not laughing or feeling like the queen of the world. I am merely in my bed, rather accepting of the reality I exist in. And even more accepting of the dreams and fantasies that take me away.

Picture credit to CreativeMornings

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Balanced


I came across the app Balanced while searching for something to aid in my happiness "project". The application is simple and attractive; and it allows you to track your progress. I have downloaded countless of performance tracking apps (weight-loss, meditation, and even language) and none of them ever really worked. A lot of it had to do with how much I disliked the user interface of the applications. For me they were always unattractive and too clunky. And there were always too many annoying ads at the bottom.

Needless to say, Balanced does not have any of that. And the ability to customize naming of tasks and the logos is extremely beneficial. The subtle notifications are neither hostile nor judgmental. Nor are they overly annoying. The interesting part, however, is that I am not in need of them half of the team. I am finding myself opening the application countless of times during the day. And the reminders have improved my posture (now I check it several times a day) and has greatly reminded me of the aspects of my life in which I am greatly lacking (i.e. exercise and self-fulfillment). The simple line graph, with that base line, is enough to motivate me to keep it above the damn line. And today when I received the notification "what have you done for yourself today?" made me feel as though I had greatly neglected myself (again). Thanks to the app, I am writing more. And I am also consciously trying to thank people. It turns out, people really do appreciate being thanked.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The (crude) of criticism

Learning to give an opinion:

There has been countless discussions in media and the news on how women should communicate. Some feminists advocate for women to stop the (over) use of terms such as "sorry". Others, on the contrary, argue about RBF syndrome and ask women to "be sweeter". The conversation gets far more complicated in the workforce. In a day and age where gender equality is often a complicated discussion, the fine line of what how to behave and react is rather blurred.

But all of these conversations are rather contradictory, merely because the act of telling someone "to be themselves" and then to go forth and recommend methods of how that should be performed is ludacris.

The importance of learning to give an opinion and criticism is not the sole responsibility of women or men. In all moments of life, we are forced to accept and give criticism and our opinions. Learning to provide that commentary - and to take it - is crucial. Ultimately, I am preaching to the choir and I am often guilty of ignoring criticism. Particularly the one regarding my personal life. However, the greatest thing I have learned in the professional world (in my short year and a half in it) is that taking the ego out of the equation. You have to stop and take away your personal opinions of that person, whatever they may be, and acknowledge that constructive criticism is the only useful one. Remove yourself, and view the situation from an outside perspective. Your ego gets in the way of your judgement. You want to belittle people, you want to protect a friend, or you don't want to be beaten. Whatever the case may be, it is pointless to bring those thoughts to the conversation. And if you are at work, just remember that both of you are there to fulfill the goals of the company (whether you love it or not). And when the company performs well, you will be in a better state. Hurting your coworkers will only hurt yourself. And when people critize you, whether it be with or without the ego, don't take it personally and try to learn from them. If they are in fact trying to make you feel bad, then revel at the fact that they are far more immature than you are. And they'll likely not see it coming when you respectfully listen and accept their critiques.

Even if inside you're telling them to go f themselves.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Touching Crystals


Another awesome gallery to talk about (I'm on an art kick this week) and it comes courtesy of Echt Gallery in Chicago (of course!). It was an extremely surreal experience going there. First of all, the beautiful dog that came to greet us when we entered, a French Bulldog whose name I can't recall anymore, was the sweetest. She was kind and gentle and let me pet her, which is always a plus. But then we wandered through the gallery - which currently has an entire exhibit on Dale Chihuly - and found ourselves lost in the beautiful of glass and colors. It makes perfect sense why the lights in the gallery are dim (and why the door is locked - the works are SUPER expensive!).

The shot was taken by my brother, and it turned out so perfectly that he had me take a version with himself. Looking at the structure felt as though I was looking into space.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Going Up


Another random Sketchpad image I created. There was no initial goal on what it would be (I had been messing around with creating mountains beforehand) and it felt as though it were a winding passageway into some icy mountains. Then I started messing with the other tools available and it turned into something a bit more...different. I like it. Not as much as the first one.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Painting with Smoke

(Picture credit to Perimeter Gallery)

During a weekend visit to see my godfather's paintings at the Ann Nathan Gallery in Chicago, my brother, my sister-in-law and I decided to make it a morning of visiting the galleries on that block. It was, by far, one of the best times I have had in Chicago. Lollapalooza was happening, but we found ourselves in the part of the city were very few tourists were in. The heat was strong, but the fun was worth it. And Perimeter Gallery was one of the few galleries I went into that day.

The girl at the desk was extremely friend (some others were a bit snobby, though I won't say any names) and informed us that there were in fact more works on the second floor. Which leads me to one of my favorite exhibits of the day: Dennis Lee Mitchell.

(Picture credit to Perimeter Gallery)

At first we couldn't believe that the works were actual smoke (or ink as we first thought) and thought perhaps it was computer generated. The helpful assistant let us know that somehow, Mitchell actually manages to "paint" with smoke! How fascinating and beautiful. Make sure to check them out, and all of the other extraordinary works at the Gallery.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

The walk home


Cities are quite often photographed in black and white. At least, my favorite shots are. I think it has to do with the fact that the lack of colors helps ensure that what you're focusing on are the shapes of the buildings, the griminess of the streets, and the absent-minded pedestrians making their way to their cubicles and to the train stations.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Bloom


Recently discovered Sketchpad (while at work) and found myself carefully creating intricate patterns with the various tools it provides.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Four-Month Challenge

If there is one thing all people who knew me as a child always say is: "you were such a smiley and happy child growing up". My parents will go further to say "you have changed so much, what happened?" Of course my response to them is always: life.

Life happened. Friendships in the US were, for me, the makings of years of traumas, insecurities, and trust issues. They were my nightmares - cliques, drama, gossip, etc. - and with time the happy disposition of a child unbattered by the world disappeared.

But the older I have gotten, and the more I learn about the universe (both its good and bad sides) I come to understand the importance of life. For years I was merely surviving middle school, high school, and then college. I was getting by with the assumption that surely the next stage in my life would be miraculously better. But it wasn't. And not because life simply gets more miserable; but because my attitude towards the universe solely revolved around the fact that "today sucks" and somehow it will get better. My actions, as you may imagine, were not of an individual hellbent on making the next day amazing and more cheerful. I relied on the crutch of my suffering to excuse my negativity, my overconsumption of food, and at times my self-destructive actions.

So here is my challenge:

I turned 23 almost a month ago. And I have decided to actually enjoy and live my life. I won't concern myself with what others thing of me, or what I think I am supposed to do. Instead, I will go out and experience more of the world. I will commit to being less skeptical; I will enjoy moving my body and loving my skin. And I will teach myself that life can be good again. 

The challenge begins August 18th, 2015 and ends December 18th, 2015. Just before the holidays!

Friday, July 24, 2015

Growing up in the 21st century

Here is a little letter I wrote in part to myself and to the people growing up in the 21st century. Because sometimes becoming an adult doesn't really have to be so complicated:
"I wonder. At what point did everything change? When and where did I suddenly become a woman? A woman with responsibilities and a woman that feels - often enough in the day - as though she is independent and capable for herself.
When I turned 21, I considered myself an adult. When I graduated college, I imagined myself to be free and, quite suddenly, not a girl. But the realities that come from "growing up" are nowhere near as clear and defined as I had previously expected. I was out of college, newly recruited for a temporary position - at a company that I was supposed to be proud to be in - and still not able to sign up for a Best Buy credit card. To the universe, I hadn't quite existed yet. Though I had thought myself a grown woman at 21, I realized I was only then becoming a woman. Working and paying (a few) bills; still living at home with my parents and not actually paying rent. Yes, I was an adult of the 21st century. I got up to go to work and ate for lunch the leftovers from my mother's delicious dinners. Sure, I was "an adult" and yes, I started the whole taxes endeavour. And yet somewhere along the way I forgot what it meant to be a woman, and what it meant to grow up.
As a teenager, adults make sure to tell you to "grow up" as often as possible. Teens are told of the horrors of the "real world" and that dreams won't come true the way we expect them to, and life is about sacrifices. Unfortunately, I have found most of that to be the case. However, none of it is to my credit. The reality we created for ourselves ensured that, for the most part, I did have many dreams washed away; and I did find that the real world was cruel and often disappointing. Getting a job is exciting. Applying to a million job positings before hearing from one or two companies isn't. After graduating, one expects herself to be on top of the world - full of knowledge and ready to make the world a better place. Then the waiting begins, and the "you don't have enough experience" and "we're looking for someone more qualified, but apply later!" messages arrive. Your inbox is full of rejection.
Life is indeed hard. And the older I get, the more complicated and annoying it all is. Because in all honesty, I love eating my mother's cooking. And I love my bedroom and the house I grew up in. The train doesn't actually bother me, and coming home to the greatest people I know is hardly a disappointment. So what if I don't have a mortgage and kids? Working and being at home has actually allowed me to help my family in ways I was never before capable of. The world expects us all to jump into the cold streets and fend for ourselves. But it's fine if you don't want to. It's fine if you aren't ready. Enjoy this moment of transition and consider yourself lucky to be alive.
When you are told to "grow up", what you're really being told is to be more serious, to be more concerned with "reality" and the start acquiring debts. You can take full ownership of yourself without having to grow up in the way people tell you to. Never forget that yes, the world can be a bitter place. But it can also be marvelously beautiful and exciting. You can meet people who will break your heart, and people who will mend it. You can see mountains and rivers and oceans, and countless wildlife. It all takes money. It all takes time. But here is the only advice that I have regarding all of that:
  1. Study. An education (school) may not be for you, but always continue learning about the world and about anything and everything you can. Knowledge is indeed power. It doesn't have to come through a classroom and a textbook. Sometimes it can just come through life.
  2. Follow your passions. Patti Smith once said that you have to decide what you love, and simply follow that road. And you must realize that sometimes the road will be rough and perhaps you will struggle at times. But if that is what you love, you simply must accept that. HOWEVER, consider reviewing fields of study that actually have a future. Machines will inevitably remove humans from automated actions.
  3. Save, but make sure to spend as well. Spend your money wisely. Invest in items that will continue growing in value with time. And make sure to travel and enjoy good food. Money is there to solve problems. Once your problems are solved, feel free to indulge accordingly.
  4. Trust yourself and the people closest to you.
And to the young Denisse, who turned 21 only two years ago, I will say: "So much has changed in 2 years. You have grown in ways you didn't think you could anymore. If you considered yourself mature then, you have come a long way now. You are more confident - though the struggle continues - and you have learned the value of what you know. Don't think about what you can't do. Because from now on the world will have to keep up with you. It does get better. Trust me." Then again, aren't those the words we all tell our past selves? Perhaps because they are true. Wisdom comes with time and life. And sometimes, the more time we have under our belts, the more life we have experienced.

Good night."

Monday, January 6, 2014

Welcome

Deh-rive is a venture into the world of travel. The word dérive brings to mind the days spent walking around the city of Chicago, never with a set destination in mind, but rather allowing the buildings and the streets to lead me around into new areas. Very rarely did I have a plan on what I wanted to see - to experience. By allowing the city itself to lead me, I found myself experiencing aspects of it I had never expected I could.

With that same feeling, I started this project. To provide readers with an opportunity to read about the many places around the world worth visiting - worth seeing. Perhaps these are not the most famous tourist attractions, with expensive hotels and countless shopping. The idea is that we can see more of the world, so that perhaps it may inspire a journey of our own. I want to publish articles from many people, in many languages. Those sent to me in a language other than English will be published in their original language, as well as English.

To submit an article, please provide the following:
  • Name
  • Place
  • At least 5 photos of your location
Provide information about local places to eat, attractions, or anything else you find interesting. All credit will be given to the author, and no personal information will be published.

Email me at dehrive@gmail.com
All English articles will be reviewed by me prior to publishing. Keep the photos and article clean, since this is meant for anyone to be able to read and enjoy.