Sunday, October 19, 2014

Musical weekend in Hereford with the British Police

I've just returned from a quick weekend trip to Hereford, playing oboe with the British Police Symphony Orchestra. The What? you may be asking... The majority of players (although certainly not in the wind section) are affiliated with the police, and the ensemble meets once a month to rehearsal or perform, spending the night in police accommodation or a budget hotel. Two members of their wind section filled in with another ensemble I play with when we toured in Reims, France last summer, and they passed my name along.

I wasn't sure what to expect of the group... the musicians I had met were good, but the police? really? I've played in my fair share of community orchestras that have been challenging to sit through, but I also know that an "NIH orchestra" can be surprisingly successful despite its name, so I gave it a shot. I'm glad I did; the BPSO impressed me mightily this weekend, and earns its reputation as one of the top amateur orchestras around. Not only was the music high quality and the rehearsals run in a professional manner, but everyone was insanely FRIENDLY. Smiles and introductions and offers to give me a lift or invitations to join for dinner... after my experience with the most unfriendly orchestra in England a week prior, this was a breath of fresh air. There was banter. There was a big crowd in the pub until 1am. And I'm happy to report, there was the invitation to join them long term.

I can't play in their big splashy December gig in Birmingham's Symphony Hall (paid work/holiday in Germany, what can I do!?), but I'd start up in January once I'm more settled in Nottingham. In the new job and city, I don't have an orchestra lined up, and this would fill that void very nicely. Another plus, it's an orchestra that is not filled with all 18 year olds or all 80 year olds. Meeting on weekends is a bit tricky to negotiate given that's my usual Dave time. However, it is sounding like the BPSO might need a third player in the section to fill in on cor/english horn. I do know this guy who might be willing and able... :)

Here are some random phone pics from my wanderings between the knackering musical schedule!

Hereford Cathedral, the venue for the evening concert

Members of the wind section and the front of the cathedral


New friends in front of what I assume is Hereford cattle

View of Hereford from the Cathedral School during a break in rehearsal

The river Wye, scenic as always!

And it was a perfect autumn Sunday up until my train back to Cardiff

Friday, September 26, 2014

An impromptu chuckle on BBC Radio

My wonderful friend Dan invited me to tag along with him to be part of the studio audience for an excellent radio comedy called "The Now Show" yesterday. We got a bus from Oxford, and I was introduced to BBC's Broadcasting House.



The theater where the show was recorded is the original theater used "back in the day," although now there is a slick cafe/bar waiting area for audience members that lets you look down into the bustling newsroom where the news is filmed.



I couldn't document the (excellent) recording itself, unfortunately, but I thoroughly enjoyed giggling throughout the show. Download the podcast and try to identify my laugh (and occasional cough). And really, as Dan reminded me, HOW COOL is it that we could go see amazing comedians, live, from the 5th row of seats, for FREE.  I really <3 bbc="" p="" the="">

Monday, September 15, 2014

Weekend in Aberdeen for our last wedding this summer

At the very end of August, in a summer full of holy matrimony, Dave and I trekked up to Aberdeen on the north-west coast of Scotland for my fifth and final wedding of the year (I think). We met each other on Friday evening at Birmingham airport, which will be my new local hub when I move to Nottingham this winter, and coasted through the little airport with carry-on luggage only (I have never done this. It is LIBERATING.)

The groom, Rhydian, is an an exceptional Welsh trumpeter (you can read into that as you will, and you are probably getting an accurate picture of him) that we know through the Oxford/London music scene. Although I don't know her very well yet, his new wife Louise (from the Aberdeen area) is lovely, and the wedding was a vibrant affair. Being Rhydian, the wedding ceremony was graced with four additional fantastic trumpeters in the organ loft... the result was outstanding. In addition to a damn fine trumpet voluntary as the processional, they also played for the hymns, and at last, this is how I've always wanted church hymns to be: crystal clear brass in perfect juicy harmonies, and playing properly LOUD, so that everyone can sing along at a full belt and enjoy themselves. Needless to say, we were seated with a crowd of other musicians in the church, and we definitely gave it some oomph.

The wedding was an excellent excuse to reconnect with old friends and their significant others

Our table was comprised of good friends and we had good fun: there was a bet on how long the groom's speech would be (the opening lengthy bid of 20 minutes was the closest, well done Rachel!) and Nick declared we had to drink every time any speech mentioned the word "trumpet." My fascinator made the rounds, being donned by the various blokes (who enjoyed it more than expected, perhaps). There was ceilidh dancing to leave us dizzy and winded. There were kilts and bagpipes. And towards the end of the evening, there was even a guest appearance by the groom joining in with the band on trumpet.

The next morning Dave and I explored Aberdeen. Known as the granite city, it is very very very gray. The buildings are gray. The sky is gray. One would expect the people to fight back with colorful doors and clothes, but no. Gray gray gray. Still, it has its charm. We found a nook inside a bookshop for coffee and a scone to start the day, then walked to the shore to meet up with Tomi and Jess for lunch. At last, we found some color: the sun came out on the sparkling water, and the boys contributed with overly bright shirts.

The boys are providing much needed color
And after this brief adventure, we headed back to the airport and back to "the south." I think I like Scotland, and this trip made me more aware of how it is truly almost a separate entity from the rest of Britain. The money, although the same currency, looks different. The dialects can be fierce. And at the moment there is the pending referendum to determine whether Scotland should sever all ties and become fully independent. I hope that doesn't happen; it's a nebulous feeling, but I like the balancing between celtic/gaelic and englishness. Regardless of the vote, I do hope to get back up to Scotland for more exploring in the future.

For more pictures of the weekend, including shots of men seriously enjoying wearing my fascinator, please peruse the full album:
Photo album from Rhydian and Louise's wedding

Monday, August 25, 2014

Celebrating with family


This summer brought another family wedding, this time of my cousin Aaron and his wonderful wife Jen. The extended Gallogly clan converged on a lodge in the Pennsylvania hills to celebrate, and being all together "in the middle of nowhere" was brilliant fun. There was even a total power outage during a thunderstorm after the reception, and we all huddled together by the glow of iPhones with bottles of wine in our rooms like afterhours at summer camp.

Introducing (the very happy) Mr. and Mrs Gallogly
Andy and I flew into Pittsburgh from Baltimore (see previous post on my birthday shenanigans) and were scooped up by our parents and driven to the Foggy Mountain lodge. Following the wedding rehearsal (Andy was a groomsman and mom and I were readers in the mass) and a delicious rehearsal dinner, many of the family congregated in the lodge common room to sing happy birthday for me and have cake (aw shucks).  Thank you very much, Aaron and Jen, for providing a wonderful excuse to see everyone.

The next morning, with the sun peeking through, we all got dressed up and headed to the church. I have never seen my cousin so happy, and I am thrilled that Jen is now an official part of the family. I think the best bit of being asked to do one of the readings was that I got the opportunity during the mass to see the faces of the bride and groom... thank you again to the newlyweds for the opportunity!

My parents, looking rather good, no?
After the wedding, we headed back to the lodge for the reception where I was introduced to an unusual western Pennsylvania tradition: the cookie table. For months, nearly half a year, Jen's family has been baking. Maybe two batches over a weekend, one during the week; her mom, her grandmother... it all added up slowly but surely. Freezers stockpiled cookies, of all shapes, sizes, and flavors, and then all defrosted and revealed for the reception. Every guest had a box to take away as many as they could carry... probably three dozen or more per person. Absolutely delicious tradition. (And of course I left my box in the hotel when we left... whoops)

It was a great party, complete with a photo booth, balloon animals and hats, and school dance music that had everyone enjoying themselves. I've put up many more shots from the wedding in this album, I hope you enjoy!



Come Sunday morning, we got back on the road towards Long Island, with Bill and Tracy following our family out in their car. We brought them into the city one day ( and certainly made them walk... er... a lot ), but New York was at it's sunny summer best and I hope they had a good (albeit slightly exhausting) time. The next day Andy and I hopped on a ferry to the Fire Island Pines. We both hadn't been there in nearly two decades, and we had forgotten about the stunning beaches that you can see from the end of our street. Besides the jaunt to the beach, we rode bikes and even painted the garage. We drank wine at vineyards out east. Mom and I went kayaking one morning. We ate fruits and veg straight from the garden, and we ate them outside in the sun (and with a few bugs, unfortunately).  And there was plenty of shopping, both necessary and unnecessary. It was, in short, Summer at its finest, and sitting in chilly rainy Wales I am missing it dearly.

How summertime meals should be
Gazing back at Long Island from across the Great South Bay
Dad enjoying wine out east

Many more shots of the city, the beach, and home in general can be found in this album.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Birthday in Baltimore

I think I've been subtly brainwashed. Growing up, our kitchen had pictures of my parents eating crabs. With friends, with family, and with great enthusiasm. So now, as an adult, I associate celebrations with eating crabs. And thus, a slightly random idea was hatched for my 30th birthday.

I think I can say that I know how to eat a crab now, without someone putting it into cake form for me. I love food that comes with a weapon and protective clothing.


Where does one eat crabs, if possible? Why, in Maryland of course! I knew I would be flying solo to the US for a family wedding, to occur the day after my birthday. I also was running under the assumption my parents would be off camping in the wilderness during that period. So I arranged (in the vaguest sense of the word) to head down to Baltimore for a few days and see some of my most darling of friends to make the most of this slightly awkward scheduling.

Ashley (on the left, below) was my closest confidant in Cardiff before she relocated to John Hopkins, and Tracy Jill (looking fierce on the right, below) was my closest confidant at the NIH until I traipsed off to the UK and she left DC for Baltimore. My life is ever so slightly less for not having them physically nearby, and this visit was a much needed reconnection.


To our surprise and drunken delight, Baltimore was hosting "BronyCon" ... a large annual meeting for Bronys. What are Bronys, you ask? Well, I have learned that they are men who are obsessed, proudly, with My Little Pony. I'm sure they are lovely people, but en masse it was a very very surreal addition to our little pub crawl

I stayed with Ashley, and upon arrival we promptly drank a bottle of wine (followed by another) and caught up on the necessary gossip. The second day we visited her lab at Hopkins; her colleagues also moved there from Cardiff, so I had a nice mini reunion along with a tour of 'the sights.' (Highlight: I had just finished watching season 3 of the wire right before this trip, and we got to walk through the market where McNulty has his kids trail Stringer Bell.)

As an aside, I did feel Baltimore was somewhat strange, as a city. I can't tell what was a real impression and what was a pre-conception based on watching the Wire and hearing about Bodymore, Murderland, but it was genuinely interesting and occasionally unnerving how the city stopped and started. But for my birthday celebrations we stuck to the highly gentrified Fell's Point area on the harbor, so my parents didn't have to be worried.

You may have noticed that Andy featured in the first photo. "But Molly," you may be asking, "doesn't Andy live in Japan?" Well yes, yes he does. But he is also an absolutely amazing brother who flew into JFK and went straight to get an Amtrak train down to Baltimore to join in the evening fun. He was jetlagged, he was travel-weary, and yet he faced down crab picking and Bronycon pubs for ME. Well, the intercontinental travel was mostly to go to our cousin's wedding, but the extra bits were all mine.

So we ate crabs and went to a bunch of pubs. I drank too much and we stayed out too late, and Andy had to help me stumble delicately to BWI the next morning to get our flight to Pittsburgh. And we saw a goat wearing a diaper in the airport (no joke, but sadly no picture).  It was a damn fine way to usher in the next day/month/year/decade/whatever.

Feeling a bit blurry; I'm not as young as I once was...


Special thanks to Ashley (and George), Tracy Jill (and Matt), Nick (and Gemma), and of course Andy for giving me this present :)

And as usual, more photos can be found HERE.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

An Oxford wedding

July brought us another celebration: our friends Dan and Rosie got married on a sunny summer day in the glorious New College chapel. We know the couple through music, which may help explain the absolutely fantastic trombone archway for Rosie's entrance...


The ceremony had beautiful music, with excellent organ and choir, and our bench of orchestra friends sang the hymns enthusiastically (and occasionally with harmony). We then trickled outdoors to greet Mr. and Mrs. McGowan in the grassy courtyard of the New College cloisters. Unfortunately, Dave and I did not manage much time with the bride and groom, but it was a wonderful reunion of Oxford music friends. A few of us occupied the afternoon with pizza and pints in a new gastropub before making our way to dance at the evening reception and ceilidh.



Please note my shiny new fascinator... Dave suggested I take the plunge and buy one, so we purchased this gem on the walk to the church. I was fascinated with it, to say the least.

Many congratulations to the happy couple; all our photos can be viewed in this album, enjoy!

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Two weddings and a Poplet

This summer is full of weddings... everyone told me this would happen at some point, so now I'm officially in "that stage" where one by one my friends and family get hitched. It's a lot of time and money and travel, but also absolutely lovely to share in all the bubbling happiness.

First up this year was the wedding of Dave's brother. Peter and Mari have been together since the equivalent of high school, have spent many years of university apart while Peter was in Oxford and Mari in Cardiff (sound familiar?), and everyone was thrilled to see them make it official. The wedding was held in a register office and then guests walked to a nearby italian restaurant. It was smaller than other weddings I've been to, and everything was personal and laid back.

Not sure what Peter was saying here, but I love this photo.

Dave and I did have some jobs to do during the day... in addition to Dave being one of the witnesses, we were both drafted in for a slightly unusual musical ensemble. For the recessional, Dave, me, the bride's sister, and a friend of the couple played an arrangement of the Queen of Sheba written for four oboes. Odd? Certainly. But it was fun and made everyone smile (even the four of us). It's not too often that four oboes can get that reaction :)

Oboe quartet. And no, I never look attractive while playing the oboe.


More photos from the day can be seen here.


We also were invited to a wedding of two musical friends of ours that have played for years and years in the Oxford Millennium Orchestra (OMO, the one Dave conducts and that tours in Europe every summer). Natalie and Alex had a lucky burst of sunlight as they were married in a charming English village church near where they grew up, a little drive outside of Oxford.


During the space between the ceremony and evening reception, four of us drove our hired car to a nearby village where we had a few pints and an excellent meal at a gastropub. We rejoined the wedding party as the ceilidh band was starting up. If you don't know what a ceilidh (pronounced cay-lee) is, think of it as celtic/gaelic square dancing or line dancing. A caller takes you through the steps, like 'strip the willow' and the slightly dangerous spinning 'basket,' and the general feeling is of giddy dizziness. The effect was, I admit, amplified by the free-flowing wine :)

After a quick night's sleep, Dave and I headed out again, taking our trusty hire car to visit our friends now a few hours drive away. Laura and Tim Popkin were hitched sometime last year, and quickly started getting down to business by buying a house and having a baby. We were overdue to see both house and baby, and we found the most perfect day to visit.

James (still known as Poplet, which is what we called him long before he had a proper name) was adorable and quite patient with the two interlopers. Dave and I didn't mess things up too badly. Laura and Tim were delightful hosts, providing a BBQ feast in the blazing sunshine. It gets harder and harder to keep in contact with friends as they do the marriage/house/baby thing, but it is definitely worth it.


For more pictures from Nat&Alex's wedding and our visit to the Popkins, the full album can be seen here.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Report from a traveling scientist

Phew, I haven't spent much time in my own apartment lately. The great summer scientific conference season is upon me. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining; I mean, I am getting paid to be an international scientist of mystery. It certainly does NOT suck. However, in my impending middle agedness, I am sublimely happy to be back in my own bed this week. Also, this brief respite gives me a chance to fill you in and upload a bunch of photos from my travels. Enjoy!


First up: Annual Meeting of the International Society of Magnetic Resonance in Medicine (ISMRM) in Milan, Italy.

This is my big event for the year. Our world revolves around the ISMRM schedule: we cram to finish all of our new research to submit for the deadline in November, and then cram all of the actual analysis into early spring to get results to present at the big event. Get a poster accepted, and you can probably find money to attend the meeting. Get a talk, and you are a golden rock star for the year. This year I had one of each, and was feeling rather pleased with myself.

I enjoyed every ray of sunshine that Italy could offer.
Approximately 7.5k people attend, including scientists, clinicians, and representatives from industry (Siemens, GE, etc). The conference venue was massive and awkwardly laid out, and there were many parallel streams of talks and workshops so it constantly felt stressful and challenging to get to all the things I wanted to. Hard core physics development and the latest translational patient work are inevitably overlapping. Still, my work garnered a lot of interest (for example, I was scheduled to stand in front of my poster for one hour, and ended up there for almost 3 hours talking to interested parties).

A sample of the several thousand posters being presented
The conference is also a social whirlwind. Every night is an event, and I didn't buy dinner once. An opening reception got things going the first night. Then GE wined and dined select people, wooing us with a rather adorably corporate inspirational speech from the ex 'evangelist' of Apple. Tuesday was an event for Women in MRI held in the castle, where we nibbled on canapes, drank prosecco, and were all rather surprised to recognize how nice it can be when there are no blokes around. Wednesday was a celebration of 30 years in MRI, with the biggest names from the last 30 years of literature being announced (interestingly, following Tuesday's event, all awardees were male with male co-authors. sigh). Thursday was a closing ceremony with live music. What you are missing, however, is that after every one of these events we then Went Out to the pub. Nothing like surprising a local Milanese pub with 200+ scientists drinking into the wee hours of the morning on the sidewalk until the neighbors call police... These events are where the real networking happens, and I am enjoying feeling like part of a big community. Every year I know more people and more people know me. And every canape and every pint helps.

Scientists networking. (Before heading to the pub.)

Now, the best bit of ISMRM being in Milan is that my very bestest of best friends from MIT lives there, and I stayed with her for an extra two days after the conference finished up. We figured out that we hadn't seen eachother in 4-5 years. SHAMEFUL. I admit that I was a bit nervous about how the reunion would go: would we even like eachother any more? And it was a wonderful weekend. Absolutely lovely. We had dinner at her mom's apartment, then spent Saturday shopping in the local market and spending a whopping 60 euros on the most amazing meats, breads, cheeses and fresh produce. Next, we spent the rest of the weekend eating it all with gluttonous pleasure. Despite the weather, we stayed indoors on Sunday and watched period dramas like the good ole days, before heading to La Scala for a premier of Strauss' Elektra (a very neat night out, but a rather shouty opera). How could we let so many years go by? SHAMEFUL. Already working on our next visit.

For more photos, you can scroll through the album.




Next up: Annual Meeting of the Organization for Human Brain Mapping in Hamburg, Germany.

This conference has a lot of overlap with ISMRM, but definitely has a different culture. Replace all the clinicians and corporate reps with psychologists and cognitive neuroscientists... besides making it much less likely to observe anyone wearing a suit, it also makes the atmosphere more informal and friendly. The smaller scale (more like 2-3 thousand people) and having most of the day be 'single track' (as opposed to parallel sessions) fostered a feeling of community and collaboration.

I had minimal stress at this conference, as I was presenting the two projects I also presented at ISMRM. So instead, I met people. I introduced myself over email, met over coffee, jotted down contact info at posters... dozens of new connections were made and many tenuous acquaintances are now firmly established in the 'friends' column. It was all definitely good for my career, and it lit a bit of a fire under my ass to get things published as I sensed other people would be highly interested and potentially swoop in on these topics if I left it too long.

New friends from San Diego
 The German food was a bit heavy over the course of the week, and we all drank too much lager. Kevin ("boss"), Jess (a grad student) and I all woke up at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning before the conference to go to the famous Hamburg Fischmarkt on the waterfront... some people had been to bed, others hadn't, and at 8am as many people were having coffee as having a pint (we opted for the later, just to fully appreciate the experience :) We also visited the world's largest model train exhibit, which sounds nerdy, and is then beyond cool (although yes, definitely still nerdy).

8am on a workday. Not bad.
I dusted off my meager German, and the city grew on me over the week. The sunshine and scientific success didn't hurt, either.

For more photos, you can scroll through the album.





Sometimes I really love my job :)

















Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Sunshine BBQ

Nothing too special, just reporting some actual summer weather in Wales. And sunshine means... BBQ! Dave documented my glee (and ferocious beer drinking). I figure it's pretty rare to have these kinds of shots of me posted here, so I'll share the, er, moment. The food was pretty good, too :)


But Dave, can we please just EAT!?


Yeah, I don't know.


Friday, March 28, 2014

How the fellowship interview played out

I have been encouraged to write down what I remember from my fellowship interview experience... the best, most helpful resources are first-hand accounts of interview questions and environments, and it would be good karma for me to help the next person in my shoes. So, I will sum up a bit of what happened last week before I forget (apologies for the long post).

Before the interview, I prepared. A lot. I knew that this would be my first proper, formal interview with a panel and a presentation and a grilling. For grad school I met with individual PIs in their lab offices. For my post doc, we chatted over a pint during a conference in Stockholm. But now I would need a suit. And a haircut. And concise answers.

My Cardiff lab was the obvious first support mechanism to lean on. I sent an email around to the heads of my lab and some other academics in the department that I knew, asking if they would be willing to hold a mock interview. Three were free, and we scheduled it for about 1.5 weeks before the real deal. This was probably a wise timeline, because I was forced to make my three powerpoint slides and get the rhythm of a 5-minute presentation settled well in advance, leaving time for subtle improvements. The three of them discussed matters while I waited in the hallway, I was invited into the CUBRIC seminar room, and the charade began. We all kept a straight face and serious attitude until Derek asked a rather ridiculous question along the lines of 'but isn't brain imaging like painting with fog?' (which he really was asked in a recent high level interview!) In retrospect, I can say that this mock interview was quite similar to the real thing (although with intentionally pointed and aggressive questions), and I would thoroughly recommend that everyone go through the process.

I also had extensive practice sessions with Dave: sitting in an Oxford cafe or walking along the canal, I would go through my talk or answer 'stock' interview questions about 5-year plans or teaching abilities. Dave's ear is acute and we could spend minutes working on the wording of a single sentence in my response. The particulars of the language were key in setting the tone of my answers. It was exhausting, but I started to state things in the positive, rather than beginning with a weak or negative point. I started to have more assertive, confident wording. I know that I can walk in a room confidently, and have always been able to cope well with public speaking and being on a stage, but I realize now that I lose this confidence when discussing my science. It might be how we are trained: all science has limitations and could be proven all wrong with the next experiment, so it is natural to downplay our ideas. But for an interview, I needed to get over my unease at salesmanship and convince my audience that I am competent and capable of doing what I propose to do (which, by the way, is scientifically brilliant).

I printed out practice interview questions from the internet. I wrote down phrases that I wanted to remember. I practiced my talk until it was 4 minutes and 20 seconds, reliably. And then I got a train up to Nottingham a day before the interview for some final contact with the scientists I was collaborating with there. These contacts could provide me with the missing link: what specific words and concepts would best fit with the politics of the University of Nottingham? And finally, I had a nice chat with a woman who successfully got this fellowship two years ago, and who could tell me the details about what to expect in the interview.

Of course, it was nothing like she predicted for me! I got a taxi from my hotel to the special HR campus, and waited about an hour in the Costa Coffee for my slot to begin. My passport and visa were photocopied, I checked my hair and used the bathroom, and walked through the door to find only five interviewers plus one administrator taking notes. The pro-VC for research headed the session, sitting centrally. I was introduced to everyone else, but promptly forgot all their names (whoops! nerves!). I believe that one woman was a theoretical chemist, while two men and the last woman were medically trained. I presented (4 minutes and 55 seconds, the pro-VC said in a pleased manner, to which I responded with a little self-congratulatory fist bump). Then I sat down facing the panel for the grilling.

First up, the medics. How does inflammation enter into my study of fatigue and exercise? Well, this was a science question I had not prepared for, and I am not an expert in MS, but I think I handled it well. Could I explain more about what aspects of the imaging protocol would be new? What would these results actually do to impact treatment? I was able to answer these questions, bringing in some of the talking points I knew I wanted to get across. I generally received nods. I felt calm. I think science questions are much, much more calming than the alternatives!

Then, the remaining two asked questions. The pro-VC wanted to know what drew me to this fellowship. This was a slight variant of the expected question of 'What will you do with this award' or 'Why should we give it to you.' This was followed up by the classic 'Where do you see yourself in 5 years' question that I had practiced. Shockingly, the chemist asked 'How many people would be in your ideal research group?' when I had teased Dave for asking me that exact question in our practice sessions. [ Thank you Dave. I didn't blink. And I had an answer. Hug. ] 

Towards the end, things got slightly more odd. The chemist asked me if, given that I mentioned a lot of physics in my proposal, I would feel comfortable supervising a supervisor in PHYSICS... when I replied that my undergrad degree was in physics, and although some refreshing would be necessary I would enjoy the opportunity to teach in this area, the panel exchanged very confused looks. I had the suspicion that none of them had read even the basic CV information on the first page of my application. Perhaps that worked to my advantage, and I had convinced them entirely of being a biomedical researcher with the pleasant surprise at the end that I could 'speak physics' as a bonus. Then, when I was given time at the end of the interview to ask my own questions, I asked about what existed at the university to support early career researchers, and what would be available to me as part of this fellowship program. Bizarrely, the pro-VC started talking about Penny Gowland at the MRI center who would probably be an excellent resource for discussing research. The same Penny Gowland that I have worked with in developing this proposal and who is named as a collaborator in the application. I tried to keep the confusion out of my eyes and was relieved when the two women, seated at the two ends of the table, jumped in with descriptions of mentoring schemes. 

In the end, it was over very quickly. I waited in the Costa coffee for another half hour before getting a bus back to the main campus. I must have been the third of three candidates in the morning, and the woman medic on the panel ended up on the same bus as me. She assured me her role in the decision was over, so we had a really nice chat about research possibilities surrounding my area of imaging expertise. On that positive note, I went back to the MR center, debriefed the relevant people there, sat in on a seminar, chatted with the visiting scientist, and then headed back into town. My new shoes were thoughtful enough to not give me a blister until the very last ten minutes of the day.


Special thanks to all the people who helped me prepare, especially Dave, who voluntarily walked the fine line between making me work hard and being lovely and supportive. Thanks also to Lara, who happened to be in Nottingham that week, and who spirited me away to a calming dinner near my hotel the night before the interview. She and Sian also took me out for post-interview food and drinks before my train back to Cardiff, and listened to me ramble as my pent-up energy was released.


Phew, so that was the interview. It was a very educational experience, and it would appear that I did well! More to come on future plans soon.





Saturday, March 22, 2014

The next adventure in my life as a scientist [part 1/2]

On Wednesday of last week I took a train on one of the most lovely routes in Britain, slipping alongside the wide and wild River Severn up from the Welsh coast to Gloucester before meeting the crowds of Birmingham, proceeding haltingly through the factory towns of the midlands, and arriving promptly in Nottingham 3.5 hours later. In my duffel bag was a new suit and the appropriate footwear. My messenger bag was purchased specifically for this trip, to stand up to the suit. I had my powerpoint presentation ready on my laptop, on my tablet, in Dropbox, and on two USB memory sticks, but my 5-minute talk was ingrained into my speech, smile and hand gestures.  Lists of possible questions about my research and my career were jotted down on sheets of A4 tucked into a binder along with my passport and hotel reservation. I was nervous, but really the nerves and stress peaked over the previous weekend and I simply couldn't keep up that level anxiety... I had prepared as much as possible, and it would all be over soon.

And on Thursday, I had my (very first proper) interview for the Anne McLaren Fellowship. And on Friday I received an email that I had been awarded the fellowship. And today I am still smiling.


So what does this all mean? The Anne McLaren Fellowship is an award given by the University of Nottingham to create new independent positions for women in science. It will pay my salary and research costs for 3 years, and if I bring in more fellowship or grant money during that time it would turn into a real academic post (aka, some form of fledgling 'Professor')... which is really hard to come by, particularly in the UK and in my line of work.  I will probably end up having teaching obligations for the first time, which I am actually quite enthusiastic about. The University has campuses in China and Malaysia, and I might even have teaching to do over in Asia. I will be suddenly and completely independent, which is slightly terrifying. I will be suddenly and completely independent, which is exhilarating.

My proposed research involves understanding the pathology in the brain that causes patients with Multiple Sclerosis to experience extreme fatigue, which is usually their biggest symptom complaint. I will be using MRI to understand what this mechanism is, and then watch how these pathways are affected by an exercise program. Although I will be using the exceptional ultra-high-field MRI facilities in the physics department at the university, my post will technically be in the School of Medicine. I will sit, on a daily basis, in the hospital, and be a bridge between advanced imaging methods and useful clinical applications. The big picture idea for my new position is to use new MRI techniques to study lots of different patient groups, and study things like rehabilitation after a stroke or using exercise to stave off memory impairment. There are SO many possible things to study, and I am SO excited to start a new part of my career doing translational studies in patients.


As is typical in academia, I won't be starting this fellowship right away. The start date is roughly October 2014, although I am trying to push it into early 2015 for various reasons both personal and professional. I probably won't get much of a salary raise, but it is precisely the type of fellowship I needed and wanted in terms of career progression.  I'm more than a bit sad to leave Cardiff: the lab has truly amazing and lovely people, and a shiny new mega-imaging-centre will be built there in the next few years and I will miss out on that. I also have established my musical life here, playing with lots of groups and doing some professional free-lancing... this will be very hard to recreate in a new city. Nottingham is slightly further away from Oxford and from Dave, and we'll have to figure out how to make the new train connections and life schedules work.  I'm nervous about the politics of the Nottingham departments. I still am not 100% positive that I science research is THE job for me. But right now, I am focusing on the adventure, the opportunity, and the positive challenges that await me when I start this fellowship. And, really, I am still processing that I got it!


[oof, this post is getting long. sorry. I'll write a bit more about the interview and the people involved with all this in a second entry soon!]




Saturday, February 15, 2014

Logging culinary adventures

Dave and I have created an online repository for all of our cooking experiments, which you are invited to peruse at your leisure. It isn't really meant to be a blog, per se, but rather an electronic alternative to a recipe book. Most of our recipes are coming from the internet, and it is a way to have access to our own experiences and recipes from a kitchen anywhere in the world. We also have a fun DSLR camera and enjoy photographing the delicious fruits of our labor.

Finally, we use the kitchen as a bit of a laboratory. Like America's Test Kitchen, we really enjoy thinking about the small changes and tweaks that might improve (or catastrophically ruin) a dish. The science of it all, I suppose. We also quickly forget the lessons learned with each dinner, and are constantly asking ourselves "What Was it We Did?" Hopefully this will help.

So, if you are so inclined, feel free to track our progress at whatwasitwedid.blogspot.com

Monday, January 6, 2014

Breaking news from the police!

I have just received a call from the police detective associated with my case, and it appears that three men in my neighbourhood were arrested for a series of burglaries in the area, and problems have since evaporated. There is not a link to my own stolen items at this time, but to me (albeit completely without evidence) it seems plausible there is a relationship. Three cheers to the South Wales Police for their persistence and hard work!

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Home intruders

With the change in weather last October, my flat inevitably picked up a few harmless but horrible guests... I'm used to the mice, in some ways. They appear, they give me me a bit of a shock, I wear wellies around the house for a few days, and the landlord sends over an exterminator with poison traps. The stress of worrying about whether one will run across my feet while I do dishes can only be maintained for so long; a few weeks pass and I am back to my usual self (although perhaps with a bit more diligence to crumbs and clothes on the floor).

But this autumn also brought a different type of home invader. I came home late Monday night, after a weekend in Oxford and an orchestra rehearsal, to find my flat had been burgled. It took a while to sink in, as I assumed the exterminator had just knocked over a few boxes while tending to the mouse problem. The open doors to the garden and the broken window in the bedroom eventually helped me put it together. Having no idea what I should do, I called Dave, who calmly got me to call the police. I also have two wonderful friends down the road, who came to my rescue at a run (although they then panted and complained about their knees for a while). We dealt with police until around midnight, and then I packed up some things and went to my friends' place to sleep. Shockingly, when I met with the crime scene investigator (dusting for fingerprints and swabbing for fluids and whatnot) at 9am the next morning, we found that burglars had actually come back and taken a few more things.

There was a lot of fingerprinting dust to be scrubbed off, but alas, the burglar wore gloves.

In most ways, I was lucky. I had my most important valuables (laptop, tablet, oboe) with me. The old laptop that was taken was very old and could barely turn on. I had contents insurance to cover the pricey digital camera. I had my photos already backed up online. I had proof, via Amazon records, gmail, and facebook photos, of my ownership of the stolen items, and the insurance claim came back quickly and with everything I asked for.

Still, it was my first experience with burglary. I didn't sleep in my flat the rest of the week. I bought timers for all my lights. My letting agency is frustratingly slow to actually replace the rotted broken windows: the one in my bedroom is still boarded up. I put a new curtain up, to prevent outside people from seeing if the room is unoccupied and to prevent me from seeing the window.

This was all in October, and, like with the mice, I can't maintain heightened alarm and paranoia this long. I still have a moment of concern when I open my front door, as twice I opened it to discover I had been burgled. I am much more militant about the extra locks on the doors and where I keep backups of my computer files. But, really, life inevitably goes back to normal.


(PS One excellent idea someone had was to train my house mice to defend it against burglars. Little uniforms, scurrying in formation... maybe next autumn.)