Friday, October 26, 2012

Quantum Delhi


I found Delhi a weird place. Not as bad as the friend who said "If you find anywhere nice in Delhi, then you're not in Delhi any more" had led me to expect, but odd. It felt like two cities inhabiting the same point in the space-time continuum, but slightly out of phase with each other. One city is one of the wealthiest in the world, full of consumerism, high property prices, obligatory car ownership, middle-class aspirations, brand names, western clothing and shopping mall culture; the other city is a city of beggars, roadside shanties and people defecating in the street. And of course in the middle of all this there are ancient monuments and buildings such as can be found in any large city with sufficient history.


Government employees on the way to work. Srsly: the monkey is a "pest controller".

We were treated to a whistle-stop tour of the city, and saw the points that all the tourists have to see, and had a bicycle rickshaw ride, and all that. I had cunningly arranged my wardrobe such that I would be respectable and decent for the Jama Mosque, but I was still required to don a floral hospital gown over my clothing - despite the fact that my clothing was longer and hanging out of the gown. Our guide Manjit (a former Surrey cricketer) apologised and explained that this was a recent requirement - ever since a group of Australians decided to strip off for a photoshoot in the mosque, all women not wearing traditional dress are made to wear the Gown of Shame. Thanks Oz.

Qutub Minar
 

I quite liked Humayun's Tomb - partly because it is an impressive piece of architecture, but mostly because there was a family of kites I could watch goofing around together as they tried to build a nest.






Wednesday, October 24, 2012

How to plan a holiday

“I’m fed up with work at the moment, so have booked some time off. What last-minute bargains can we get to somewhere sunny in a fortnight’s time?”

“Well, there’s some fantastic deals to be had in Mexico at the moment – oh, but Google says it’s hurricane season down there in October. Otherwise some companies are doing good bargains on certain areas of Thailand.”

“Which areas”

“Um, the areas which are either going to be experiencing the rainy season, or those to which the UK government has advised against all non-essential travel due to people with bombs, or both.”

“How about this 30% off a five-star hotel in Sri Lanka?”

“Would that be on the coast that Lonely Planet says is highly likely to experience heavy rainfall during October?”

“Er…yeah.”

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“So what we’re saying is that for the same price as a bargain five-star hotel in a hurricane-hit resort in Mexico, we could just pay full-price to get a tailor made tour of India where it’s going to be sunny and warm?”

“Pretty much.”

“No contest then. I wonder if we can get visas and vaccinations sorted out in a fortnight?”

And so it began…

Much to my surprise (having encountered the navigational nightmare that is the Indian Visa Information UK website) the staff in the Indian Visa Centre in London are wonderfully helpful and friendly, and issued us with visas in about three days. And it turned out that we only needed one booster from the NHS, having been stuck full of every inoculation under the sun before we went to Madagascar last year. Admittedly, there was a little mix-up at the clinic as the nurse thought I had come for my smear test and wondered why I was rolling up my sleeves, and I was puzzled when she asked me to remove my underwear, but we managed to clarify matters before things got too out-of-hand.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Women in science

I am not a scientist.

I used to be, but I’m not any more. You see, it’s very hard to be a female scientist. It starts during education – I was educated in the sheltered environment of an all-girls’ school and believed the propaganda we were told – that females were just as good intellectually as males, if not better, and we were entitled to choose whatever career we wanted – even in traditionally-male areas. We were told about “sexism” but because we had never encountered it, we thought it was a thing of the past.

I then went to university, and had to rapidly rethink my worldview. Chemistry tutorials with the Ambisinistrous Professor (he wrote equally illegibly with both hands) were a constant source of frustration as the professor would address all his comments to the males in the group, and change the hand he wrote with so as to screen his writing from the women. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but then I experimented with moving my seat (sometimes even mid-tutorial) and found that he would move as well, to continue to block my view.1 Fine. He was obviously one of these “sexists” I had heard about, but he was obviously a relic from an older era, and his kind were on the verge of extinction.

Wrong. In a recent study,2 researchers sent CVs to employers, asking if the applicant would be considered for employment and mentoring. The CVs were identical apart from the genders. Far more of the female CVs were rejected than the male CVs, but the employers would not admit (probably even to themselves) that they had rejected the female for her gender; no, they would explain that the female was a less-good candidate, see all her flaws here! So not only are women being denied opportunities to advance, but they are also being told that they are more crap than their male equivalents! In order to get anywhere in science, a woman would have to be better than the men, and not believe people who tell her she is crap.

Another major, major hurdle for women trying to make a career out of science is the whole “uterus” thing. I’ve ranted about this before so I won’t go into it in depth, but the upshot is that very few employers are willing to hire someone on a three-year research contract if there’s a chance that they will spend a year of that on maternity leave. Personally, I think equal parental-leave rights would be a great solution, where either parent can take the time off to look after the baby. It might also help break the self-fulfilling cycle of “women are lower paid because they take maternity leave and aren’t as useful to a company” and “women are usually the ones who take maternity leave because they are lower paid than their partners”.

And now the BBC have an article on the fact that more women are needed in technology – together with a lovely mockery of the “Pink it, shrink it” approach taken by some (male) designers when trying to make a female-oriented product (is anyone else remembering the “Bic for her” fun?). The LittleMiss Geek certainly looks like a better campaign than the “Science: It’s a girl thing” one, where people attempted to explain that girls can do science too, because they can wear pink lab coats and investigate the chemistry of lipstick…

Anyway, I am not a scientist. I used to be, but I’m not any more. I was a good scientist (I think), but not an outstandingly brilliant one. I found it incredibly hard to get a job. I don’t know whether this was because I just wasn’t good enough, or because the entire system was inherently stacked against me. All I know is that it would have been nice if the playing field had been level enough for me to find out.
 
1 Some of you may ask why the women didn’t work together, and sit in a way that meant he couldn’t block both of us. We tried this, and found that he would, if he had to choose, obstruct the most “feminine” woman – so my fellow female tutoree in combat trousers and cropped hair would fare far better than me with long hair and a skirt.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Fear and Loathing in St Custards

September the 10th is almost here, which means that the annual Battle Mountain events are looming. And this means that a certain Mr Larrington is currently driving across as many states as he can in the general direction of Nevada, and writing about it.

His blog is here. It reads as though Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas were written by the Gorila of 3B. I heartily recommend it.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

More Paralympic Opening Ceremony photos

Some more photos from backstage and rehearsals:




































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