Sharlotka, radish salad, and doing my best

This Thanksgiving we had the usual American Thanksgiving foods (turkey stuffed with apples, plum sauce because I’m allergic to cranberries, and stuffing, recently introduced by my magnificent and magnificently American boyfriend/partner Cory). We also had radish salad made from radishes I grew in our garden and sharlotka, an apple sponge cake.

Radishes

First I will tell you about the radishes. I grew them myself, planted as a bit of an afterthought in the pumpkin patch because they do well in the shade and therefore do well with pumpkins. Under my grandmother’s advisement I left the hose out in the sun for a bit and watered them with warm water. They did shockingly well; we are now enjoying my second round of picked radishes and there are still plenty left for a third. The exact seed mixes I used are here and here (referral links, so I get a small commission).

I grew regular pink radishes, purple radishes, daikon radishes, watermelon radishes, and black radishes. All the exotic radishes had less intense flavor than I was expecting: the daikon radishes were a bit like watered down regular radishes, the black radishes were a bit like turnips with a radish flavor, and the purple radishes had a bit of an onion-like flavor—nonetheless all radishes, maybe more tolerable than the usual radishes (I like the usual radishes, I just can’t eat too many at once). I dragged the radishes from Boston to a friend’s wedding in LA and then to South Carolina to my family (my bag/”personal item” was mostly radishes, my laptop, and a pair of heels). Here’s more or less what the radishes looked like, minus a few radishes because we’d already started to eat them.

My mom made some of the black and purple radishes into a gorgeous, delicious salad (left) and the daikon radishes into another gorgeous, delicious salad (right):

We all thought the salad was very special and delicious especially because the radishes were fresh and also because we could probably taste that I remembered to water them every day (amazing).


Sharlotka

My mom also made sharlotka (шарлотка), Russian/Eastern European/former Soviet Union apple sponge cake distantly descended from the English charlotte (sharlotka translates to little Charlotte). It’s a really cozy comfort food kind of cake, light and moist with a sweet crunchy crust and with apples inside baked just so they’re soft but barely still crunchy.

Here’s our family’s recipe, for my own reference and maybe for yours too—

  • apples
  • 4 eggs
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1 big cup flour (“big cup” meaning 250 ml—mom says “technically a cup is 200 ml”)

Chop up unpeeled apples and put them on the bottom of your baking dish. In the mixer, add the eggs first and beat until they are white. Then add the sugar, then add the flour. Bake at 375 F for about 35 minutes, though it’s hard to tell for sure how long. You’ll know it’s done by the color of the crust. You can also touch the crust: it shouldn’t give too much.

Here’s the process:

Here’s how it turns out:


Doing my best

The radishes were particularly special to me because they were a very proud and successful accomplishment requiring months of sustained effort.

One of the lessons/epiphanies I learned (or just drilled into myself with some but not a lot of success) this year is about doing my best. My whole childhood my parents encouraged me to do my best, and especially as it applied to school whatever my grades were was fine with them as long as the grades actually reflected my best. Clearly that worked out but this year, when I was practicing for my driver’s license, aka driving, I decided that actually doing my best is not usually such a good approach.

When a person is driving, for example, they probably shouldn’t be doing their best. Ideally, a person should have such a reserve of skill and experience and muscle memory that their best is completely unnecessary, to such an extent that they could even be a bit distracted or upset and still be a decent driver. (They might even be thinking about the concept of doing their best, and they should have enough buffer to not run a red light or a stop sign. Should.)

And then I thought that probably this applies to most of the rest of the things I do. If I’m coding, for example, I can put on a movie and my code will be just as bug-free as it is usually, because I’ve been coding for 18 years and because I learned in undergrad how to add safeguards to make my code as bug-free as possible. Sometimes I work a lot harder—when I’m implementing a new algorithm or when I need to solve a particularly challenging problem or when I’m chasing one of those dumb four-hour bugs. But even then it’s something I’ve done a lot, and I’m comfortable with it.

I’ve noticed this year that ideally, if I have the necessary skills to do my work, and if I have not overextended myself, and if I am working in a healthy, sustainable way, I should not need to do my best. If I find that I am doing my best that is something to investigate. It might be that I am learning a new skill, which happens often and is not a bad thing but requires extra caution to avoid errors. It might be that I have too much on my plate, which means I need to try to find balance, and soon, and probably need to find partners to share my work with, otherwise delegate, or evaluate my priorities. Or it might mean that I am working on a short-term but very important project, in which case I just need to survive until it is over and make sure I am doing at least the minimum to maintain my health. (Our Cell paper, for example, was a time when I absolutely did my best, but it was not sustainable.) That kind of effort, at least for me, is how I’ve usually done everything but it only works in short bursts, and carefully.

When I successfully studied for and got my driver’s license, I did not do my best. First, my dad taught me how to drive stick shift and then I didn’t sign up for a road test and then I went to college and then a decade went by. Then I practiced on my and my partner’s first car, a 2001 Highlander that made sounds I recorded and sent to my dad every week, with my licensed and very brave partner in the passenger seat directing me around very narrow Cambridge streets where side mirrors go to hospice. Then when the Highlander failed its inspection I scheduled lessons, more or less once a week, and I showed up. I took the commuter rail and then the orange line or the red line and I arrived at the designated place at the designated time with the designated amount of cash, somehow never late (though I did forget the cash once and a kind and very smart coworker who unlike me still carries cash lent me the money), and I drove around for 45 minutes with my brave and patient instructor who had and used an instructor brake, and I did that more or less every week. I was terrible at it, then great at it, then terrible again, then more or less okay more or less consistently. I scheduled my road test, did pretty poorly, and somehow passed. This kind of workflow is new to me. I didn’t do my best—I allocated the time, I showed up, and I did the work, a little every week, and then I looked back and I saw that the goal was achieved.

The same thing happened with the radishes. I planted them, I watered them every day, I reluctantly (with Cory’s help and insistence) culled them when I had to, and then some months later I had radishes—and then I had radishes again, and there are still more that might grow even bigger, more radishes than I know what to do with.


What happens when a person does their best

As evidence that doing your best is a bad idea, here is our gingerbread house, which we made in earnest as a family:


The Summer of Shit

Unrelatedly I am reminded all of a sudden that there was one summer recently but pre-pandemic when, no joke, a bird pooped in my eye on two separate occasions (two separate birds, presumably, but I can’t be sure). I wear glasses (all the time, or I’d walk into a pole (with my luck a pole from which a bird is just taking off)), so that means the bird would have needed to aim so precisely between my glasses and my eye, at just the right angle, just slightly closer to my eye than to my glasses. Twice.

I remember one of the incidents was under a stoplight, which is probably why I had trouble noticing them while learning to drive. Something about repressed trauma.


An Early Resolution

Since my driver’s license/radishes revelation I have been trying to apply some kind of sustainable, gradual-progress type of workflow to all my work. It is very different from how I usually or naturally work, which is in short, passionate bursts followed by long periods of burn-out. (Of course, because my work is tangential to public health and the pandemic specifically I don’t always get to work sustainably, but I am trying when I can. (Not trying my best, though—as just established that is not the goal.))

Gradual, sustainable progress requires difficult planning and facing reality, the former of which I enjoy and the latter of which I do not: breaking a goal into small steps, being realistic about how much I can get done and prioritizing my goals accordingly, and doing those steps bit by bit every day or every week, with or without passion, efficiently during the day rather than in happy bursts of hyperfocused all-nighters. I haven’t entirely gotten the hang of it, or figured out how exactly it works for me specifically: do I, for example, work on one project on Mondays and Wednesdays and a different project on Tuesdays and Thursdays? Do I let myself follow my interests, so long as I make a bit of progress on each of my active projects every week? Or do I work on each project a little every day, perhaps optimized by the type of work I do best in the morning, afternoon, or early evening? Maybe, since school worked so well for me, I should break my day into two-hour “class periods,” giving each project a class period and stopping when the time runs out?

(So far, it’s looked like working on whichever of my active projects I’m most excited about at the moment, switching when I get stuck, and getting unstuck during the semi-rest/not thinking about it of working on the other project, like epiphanies showing up in the shower but instead more like epiphanies showing up while I’m working on something that is at the moment more fun.)

Figuring out a productive, happy, sustainable workflow is one of my goals for the remainder of the year and for the year to come—or in other words, to do the work I care about in a productive, happy, sustainable way and learn how to do that as I go.


Reaching

This is my favorite sculpture in our favorite sculpture garden, Brookgreen Gardens. She’s reaching for something in the water—reaching quickly, judging by her hair. She’s definitely not going to get whatever she is reaching for, because she is a statue, and every time I see her she is still reaching. I like the motion captured in her body and her hair and I like that the water is also a part of the sculpture, and that the reflection of her hand is also part of the sculpture.


The Fates

This is my grandmother’s favorite sculpture in our favorite sculpture garden, Brookgreen Gardens. The three fates: one spinning the thread of life, one directing it, and one cutting it.


Lights

Brookgreen Gardens is a magical place to spend Thanksgiving, because it is when they are in the midst of decorating for Christmas and you get to see their progress from day to day. They put up every conceivable kind of light in every color, including lights in glass bubbles floating in fountains. It’s an enormous, unimaginable effort by many volunteers. My favorites are these string lights hanging from a small forest of oaks and a few other trees at the edges:


Butterflies

I was talking with a volunteer who told me that the paths in the gardens were originally shaped like a butterfly, proboscis and antennae and all, and butterflies are special in the gardens. Then he pointed out to me that the ceiling was covered in butterflies glowing gold in the lights. He had put them all up the previous day. Apparently there were monarchs before but they switched them out. My photos absolutely do not capture the overwhelmingness of the quantity of butterflies, but this is what they look like:


New Fruits

We didn’t get to spend Rosh Hashanah together so we marked one of our family traditions for the new year (which we do sometimes on Rosh Hashanah, sometimes on the calendar new year, and sometimes both) both late and early over Thanksgiving: trying some new fruit.

This year’s new fruit was a kiwano melon. We spent a few days admiring its exterior (we didn’t google it so as not to spoil the surprise). We were very surprised when we cut it open that it was bright green. It was like a sweet-sour cucumber:

I dragged it along with a bunch of mangos, avocados, a papaya, dragon fruit, and four varieties of persimmon in a trash bag together with my radishes as a carry-on when I realized in LA that I had a carry-on for my flight to South Carolina, that I wanted to use that free space for fruit, and California had more exciting fruit than the non-Florida East Coast.

Here is a kiwano melon and a dragon fruit:


Ocean

And here is the ocean on the beach, and a bird flying over the ocean on the beach.


Gratitude

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for:

  • sharlotka
  • an excellent crop of radishes
  • a garden for my radishes, and for our other crops, and all the crops that grew
  • my mom, who made the radish salads and the sharlotka
  • my grandmother, who taught my mom how to make sharlotka
  • my dad and my brother, who in addition to being wonderful also give the sharlotka and the radishes and the radish salad their whole purpose (my dad loves radishes, and my brother loves food)
  • my family abroad
  • my partner Cory
  • our housemate
  • Cory’s family
  • all our friends
  • and our health and survival
  • the covid vaccines
  • modern medicine—oh, especially modern medicine
  • that I get to do work I’m passionate about, and that I get to choose what I work on, and that I get to chase ideas down rabbit holes, and that, though I would of course prefer it be more money, I get paid money to fuck around and find out, irrespective of whether or not I actually end up finding out anything of value
  • my dissertation committee
  • my mentors and coworkers
  • the people who made my career and my life possible, at various stages
  • my growing ability to apply sustained, sustainable effort towards a goal and achieve it
  • and my progress in no longer doing my best, when possible
  • our Cell paper (omg!)
  • my driver’s license (yay!)
  • new fruits and new experiences
  • no bird poop in my eye yet this year

Happy Thanksgiving!


Songs to Save Me From Vecna: accidentally a story of how friends shared music during my parents’ adolescence in the Soviet Union and my 90s/2000s/2010s childhood as a 1.5th generation immigrant

For your future reference. Just in case.

This blog post is not about Stranger Things. These are a list of songs that would save me from Vecna, the robotics company in Waltham that has repeatedly appeared to me ever since I started college, as if an apparition, coincidentally at the time and place of career fairs.


Bourrée in E minor by Johann Sebastian Bach

This is a song that my mom plays on acoustic guitar, and has played on acoustic guitar since I was small. I associate it with memories of her playing it, at each stage of my life and in each apartment or house we’ve lived in. And sometimes she plays it when we go somewhere local to be outside for a few days as a family, so it reminds me of the forest and the cold summer air in Pennsylvania. It is very precious and special to me.


Help! by the Beatles

When I was young music was on tapes, and then CDs. (I missed the tape era but tapes were still around, lots of them, and all the sound playing equipment played tapes.) When we first moved to the United States my parents had Help! on CD and we listened to the CD all the way through, so I remember the whole album by heart. This is the song I know best and the one I like the most.

My grandfather learned English in part by listening to the Beatles. So I also associate this song and this album and the Beatles in general with him. I miss him, and when I hear this song I think of him happy and dancing and laughing and joking and young.


Песня полярных летчиков by Александр Городницкий

Перекаты by Александр Городницкий

Two more songs from an album that we had on tape or CD, and which I associate with the forest and with camping. Александр Городницкий was an extremely talented Russian songwriter and bard. My mom grew up with his music and I grew up with his music. When we first moved to the United States we lived in Chicago and we had a very tightknit group of friends who had also recently emigrated from the former Soviet Union, who were all around the same age and whose children if they had children were around my age. We would go camping together and we would all sit around the campfire and someone had a guitar and would play the music and everyone would sing these songs. My mom sings them beautifully and it is especially beautiful to hear everyone singing together. The smell of burning wood always brings me back to these memories, and camping, and the sounds of crickets and frogs and cold nights and trees overhead.

These are my two favorite songs by Александр Городницкий. They are both about facing challenges.

The first song (translated lyrics here) describes pilots stranded during a blizzard waiting for the opportunity to fly again. My favorite lyric is “Снова ночь нелётная даже для луны” (“Again the night is flightless, even for the moon”).

The second song (translated lyrics here) is called rapids, and it is about rapids, real and metaphorical. In the Soviet Union accurate maps were illegal, so people who went hiking/backpacking/canoeing drew unofficial maps—outlines/sketches. The song is about not knowing what is coming next, making your way as best as you can by outline/sketch rather than a real map, and reminiscing about cozier times (and, I feel, feeling comforted that those cozy times will continue to exist, somewhere, after you are gone), and it is about the end of the summer, and it may or may not be about death though death is of course discordant with the tone of the song.

This song is a bit of an enigma. I’ve heard various stories about what inspired it and they are all tragic and probably all wrong. There are very serious rivers (everywhere, including in the United States—not just in the former Soviet Union) that have specific ways you must move through them—you must turn right here or pass this rock on the left—, and if you miss any one of these turns, you will die. One version of the song’s backstory is that it was inspired by the author’s friend(s), who, missing one of the crucial turns, were carried through the rapids in their boat to their certain death with the whole rest of the party watching as they drifted away, helpless to save them. Another version of the song’s backstory is that a group of friends in Siberia are on a canoe or kayak trip and they know they will not make it to safety before the winter.

I listen to this song sometimes when I feel stuck. I love this song.


Slice Me Nice by Fancy

This is a very silly song and it is complete nonsense. My dad used to listen to it when he worked out and my first memories of it are hearing it playing from the basement sometime this past decade. It’s one of hundreds and hundreds of songs from my dad’s childhood and it is one of my favorites. My dad did not understand English when he originally heard and liked this song, so it was perfectly fine, maybe even better, that the lyrics are nonsense. I like to play it while I’m slicing things when we are making dinner. (I don’t usually cook, but I can slice.)


The next round of songs are from my parents’ adolescence, which means they are from my childhood.

In the Soviet Union when my parents were growing up tapes were smuggled in and sold illicitly (selling western tapes might land you in jail—not because western music was illegal, but because selling it was illegal entrepreneurship). You could buy a real tape like the ones sold in Europe, but it cost about a week’s salary, or for a day’s salary you could get a lower quality tape from a recording studio. The way you usually got tapes was by copying them from copied tapes that your friends had, but the copies got worse the farther along they were in the copy-chain, like a game of telephone. It was generally understood that if you had a tape, you would of course share it with all of your friends so that everyone could have a copy. (Before tapes people copied vinyl records onto old x-rays, jazz records especially.)

You could also listen to (and record) western music from AM radio, though that would be even worse quality, especially when you factored in the sounds the government would play on the same frequency to try to block it out. A lot of people got their music by listening to Seva Novgorodsev on the BBC Russian Service. (Seva was knighted in the United Kingdom for portraying the UK positively in the Soviet Union.)

These are the songs that are most burrowed into my brain from their respective CDs and tapes, which were among many, many CDs and tapes we had in Chicago. A lot of my memories of our first apartment (or maybe the apartment after that in the same building) when we moved from Moscow to Chicago have those CDs and tapes playing in the background.

Most of these songs are from 1970s Germany. Keep in mind that almost no one listening to this music in the Soviet Union understood any of the words.

In For A Penny, In For A Pound by Arabesque

Moscow by Dschinghis Khan

What in the heck was going on in Germany in the 70s.

Rasputin by Boney M

Media was tightly controlled by the government and Moscow by Dschinghis Khan and Rasputin by Boney M were not allowed to be played officially on the radio or TV, though you could listen to them at your own house. My dad says that when there was a Boney M concert in Moscow they started the concert with the intro music to Rasputin but did not play the actual song.

Daddy Cool by Boney M

My dad says he was so sick of Daddy Cool by the mid-80s that he couldn’t listen to anything on that record and still can’t listen to it. It was way too popular (in private, not on radio) and worse my dad had a copy.


Killer Queen by Queen

When I was 12 I started my new school for that year which was Whitney Young Magnet High School in Chicago, and I was in the Academic Center program that more or less tumbled 7th and 8th graders into high school classes, though we had our own separate classroom for core subjects. I met some of my best childhood friends that year; we had a very tightknit nerdy friend group and some of us still keep in touch. School let out early, 1:something instead of the 3: something I’d gotten used to, so when I got home I’d spent an hour or so eating and decompressing before thinking about homework. We had this Queen album on tape, which meant if I wanted to listen to a song on repeat I had to rewind it to just the right spot each time, and I played the album on our grey boombox in the kitchen and this was my favorite song to dance to.


Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd

The next year we moved to Central Pennsylvania, I started 8th grade, then I was in 9th grade and in Pennsylvania I became a different person, or more accurately I tried on two or three successive outer layers but was very much still myself underneath and with my family and closest friends.

Those first few summers in particular were very memorable to me, the kinds of months when years happen, probably because there was so much change happening in my life. We spent a lot of time wandering around outside. Wish You Were Here is a song from those summers to me; I most viscerally remember it playing in a cute hippie-vibe store called the Apple Tree downtown (not much of a downtown for me with childhood so far being in Chicago), which has since closed. This song, to me, is my childhood in the past and what Central Pennsylvania felt like in the summer and biking at 9pm with the sun still up and the whole idea of everything being transient and simultaneously happy and sad.

Where Is My Mind? by the Pixies

This song, too, is from around that same time for me. A boy I saw for about a year, who was/is an artist and who was very sweet to me, made me mixtape CDs sometimes and this was on one of them. I think making someone a mixtape is a very personal and underrated gesture. Back then we listened to music on CDs or on the radio so that was how we shared music with each other. Burning a CD is a lot of work compared to how we share music now and then after you made your CD you could decorate it or write things on it. Very special.


Dancing in the Moonlight by King Harvest

I have no idea where or when I first heard this song—probably around those same years. I really love this song.

This version is apparently not the original; the original was recorded two years earlier by Boffalongo.


In high school, our method of sharing music got more sophisticated. We, specifically the tiny subset of us in our school who had immigrated with our parents from the former Soviet Union, especially me and a boy I was rather desperately obsessed with who had a much better understanding of whatever we dreamed up former Soviet Union culture was and a cool older brother who presumably had enhanced cool older brother cultural knowledge, brought in USB sticks to transfer music between each other’s laptops, especially from his laptop to mine because he was older and more recently arrived and the one with more of the better music. These are my two favorite songs that I absorbed during that time, I think from those data transfers, both by Земфира. You can find roughly translated lyrics here and here.

Прогулка by Земфира

Итоги by Земфира


Сказочная тайга by Агата Кристи

This song is associated with a very particular memory. My family in my dad’s black Suburban, my dad driving, this song playing, us on our way to some lovely outdoorsy adventure. This song is kind of nonsense but I love the ping!-ping!-ping! sounds that sound kind of how stars look. It makes me think of my family and it makes me think of stars between tree branches directly overhead in a cloudless sky.

Like a lot of these the song itself is not particularly special except that it stuck with me. A friend from Chicago let us burn a copy of a disk with this song and that disk lived in the car, which is why we played it in the car. Tragically the writer of the song has gone completely nuts in a political way.


New Romantics by Taylor Swift

I started listening to Taylor Swift when I was in high school and she was about the same age and I was growing up in Pennsylvania not too far from where she had been growing up not that long before. Taylor Swift is special to me; my moods and life path have followed the moods and paths of her albums quite faithfully, from our shared origin in Pennsylvania to college and all the human complexities of college to the vicissitudes of grad school.

Initially, I had painted my dorm room green. My desk was against the wall next to my door, so when I sat at my desk I could see the whole long hallway and anyone walking through I could see and say hi to. The hallway was well-populated because it was one of the crossover sites between the two buildings at their shared wall, and my room was also by the back stairwell.

Random Hall has a smell. I don’t mean that in a bad way, just that the building itself and its walls and its carpet have a very particular smell that has a very particular feeling in the nose and the mouth and the airways that I remember vividly, and I remember that smell most vividly of course lugging bags or boxes from whenever I came back after a time away. (It’s probably because the building is very old.)

1989 was the end of college as it is usually defined and the start of this bizarre endless grad student state I didn’t realize I’d be in for quite so long when I started it. 2014 was initially supposed to be my graduation year but I stuck around for my MEng (my master’s) and I was very excited to have gotten into the program and to be making excellent progress toward my dreams, which at that point were to someday get into a PhD program, preferably at Harvard in part because my ex had dropped out of a PhD program at Harvard but especially because I wanted to stay in Cambridge. I’d gotten an extra year extension to stay in my dorm and even in my exact dorm room, so I got to extend my existing life by a year before needing to move on in any way at all. When 1989 came out, in October, I was focusing on teaching—I was TAing 6.005, Elements of Software Construction, which took up most of my time, and most of my time when I wasn’t working on my own classwork was grading or code review or answering student questions. I would have been sat at the same desk in the same room, a few years older and having painted my room a new color (brown, for some unfathomable reason—well, the reason was that I wanted to live in an apartment and brown felt like a grown-up color). I think my main personal struggle was getting through my workload and getting the confidence to look for a lab to do my thesis work in. This was a few months before I started in the lab I’m in now and I think it is about when time melted into itself and dissolved. (I still don’t know why it did that, and I haven’t been able to get it to come back together since.)

New Romantics is my favorite song on 1989. It was my phone alarm for a long time, which meant it was the first thing I heard when I woke up every day.


Moving To New York by the Wombats

Moving To New York is originally, for me, from a burned copy of the Wombats’ first album from one of my closest friends in 8th grade through high school—who, ironically, ended up in Chicago, where I started. He even included a CD cover and a replica of the album cover printed on a color printer (color printers being especially rare for me to encounter in high school). That album and this song as my favorite from that album are prominent in my memories of and have followed me consistently through high school and college and then my master’s and the year between my master’s and my PhD and now my PhD. And all the music the Wombats (and Love Fame Tragedy) have made since then (and there are other favorite Wombats songs—especially Pink Lemonade and 21st Century Blues and Flip Me Upside Down).


Finally, three songs that I just really like. I don’t remember when I first heard them. They are special to me for no reason at all.

Just What I Needed by the Cars

The Lovecats by the Cure

It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me by Billy Joel

It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me, recently, is rollerblading round and round a tiny outdoor basketball court with my mom and riding in my car, my mom’s old car, with my partner, on the way to the post office, with the windows down, feeling, like that song always makes me feel, a bit like we’re in a fancy convertible.


There it is again, Vecna, followed us on a tote bag, probably from one of those same career fairs.

(First part of blog post title by Cory.)


After Years of Struggle, I Finally Learned How to Give an Excellent Presentation

A number of Thursdays ago this semester I gave my first ever excellent, perfect, no-regrets presentation. Here I am, post-shower and maybe an hour pre-presentation:

(My grandmother gifted me that gorgeous necklace, as well as most of my other really pretty necklaces. My glasses I bought online for sub-$15, which is a new-ish favorite discovery of mine, as of a few years ago. The shirt I bought in California while visiting my partner’s family (I get overwhelmed by the lights in malls and my decision-making gets tripped up). The cardigan is my favorite old cardigan. It has a huge hole in the armpit I only recently sewed up. You can’t see the armpit hole over zoom. The creatures behind me are the viruses I am studying, looming, presumably in some blood, also looming.)

Here is my set-up:

If you look closely, you can spy the following items:

  1. My clicker, even though my presentation was over zoom. Using the clicker allowed me to sit farther away from the screen, which made for a better image of my face, and, more importantly, prevented me from fidgeting with the computer in a way that would be audible to the audience over zoom.
  2. A lamp, for nice lighting for the presentation (otherwise I look a bit dark and distractedly don’t match the lighting on the artist’s rendition of the subjects of my presentation).
  3. My phone, plugged in, silenced, and on airplane mode with screen timeout turned off, with a timer set for the length of my presentation.
  4. Paper and pen, out of the way but within reach, in case anyone made any suggestions I wanted to write down.
  5. My to-do list notebook (pink on top of the stack of books)—nearby for comfort (I take it everywhere, including bed) but out of sight.
  6. The Relentless Moon, the third book in the Lady Astronaut series by Mary Robinette Kowal and the book I was reading at the moment, to remind me that there are nice things I enjoy I’ll get to do soon.

I took a lot of communications-focused courses at MIT. Almost all of them were about writing, which has served me extremely well. Though other classes I took did include one or two presentations, as far as I remember only one (6-unit (or half a normal course)) class actually explicitly focused on public speaking (not that I actively sought out additional public speaking educational opportunities—I didn’t), and that was 6.UAT—a course I did not fully appreciate at the time, because it was difficult for me in ways that made me uncomfortable, because public speaking made me uncomfortable, but which has turned out extremely useful for me since communication, including public speaking, has turned out to be a very important part of my job.

When I took 6.UAT I was very bad at public speaking, and I think I was still pretty bad at public speaking when the semester ended, though hopefully less bad. I remember learning to make eye contact, and not to fidget as much, and (from a particularly upsetting class where we viewed our presentations on camera) that my posture was just awful, a flaw I have improved at least a little through lots of yoga (though I imagine my posture is still awful, and I absolutely would not like to see myself on camera today either). That should tell you just about how low the bar was for me for starters.

6.UAT also taught me an extremely valuable lesson, perhaps the most valuable lesson, which I failed to actually incorporate into my presentations until just now. It is painfully simple—it almost hurts how simple it is. It is this:

PRACTICE.

Usually, when preparing for presentations, I focus almost entirely (or entirely) on my slide deck. I put together a silly number of slides. I make them all perfect. I memorize where they are in my presentation, including backup slides as potential responses to the many, many potential questions I’ve anticipated, which I used to fit at the end and lately, ever since I discovered hidden slides, have been slipping into their places in the narrative as hidden slides. Often, I have an epiphany about my work and generate some brand new figures specifically to add in as slides. This is probably productive for the project overall but it takes a very long time. Usually, I pull an all-nighter the night before, ostensibly to make sure my slides are ready, numerous, and perfect but actually, if I look deep into my soul, probably actually because I am usually very nervous before a presentation and have no work-life balance and a lot of trouble shutting off at night (as evidenced by me writing this blog post in bed after midnight). Then, for the actual presentation, I am exhausted, I have no concept of timing, everything takes longer than I expect, and I go over time, leaving very little room for questions and probably not a great impression overall. I almost never actually make it through all of my beautiful slides. At worst, I am preparing my slides up to the very minute before my presentation. At worst, (back when things were in person) I am late. This is my routine. This is how I am comfortable. (This is my design.)

Most of my presentations so far had been in front of a small group. Because most of our lab’s work happens in teams, I often present work to my labmates and collaborators. These presentations are largely informal, and I have gotten very comfortable with them, to the extent that I do not get nervous before them at all and prepare my slides during analysis in anticipation of presenting my work when the opportunity appears. I think I am very good at presentations during a small-group meeting. The only big change I am still working on is time management. I sometimes get less time in a meeting than expected and end up needing to go over time; I also sometimes allow too much conversation in the first half of a presentation and lose time for the second half.

I also, occasionally, present in front of the entire lab or in front of a broader but still lab-sized group of coworkers. These presentations are still a bit nervous, and I still sometimes have a lot of trouble sleeping or even disconnecting the night before. My slides are usually done, since I am mostly or entirely able to pull slides from the smaller update presentations I have already given to smaller groups of labmates. These meetings are usually an hour long, which makes time management easier, but they also invite (valuable!) input from more people, which makes time management harder. I need more practice presenting to larger groups—enough practice that I am not nervous at all and am able to be fully present to receive feedback and learn from the conversation generated by my work. Other than time management, I think I most need to work on confidently taking up space, including walking and eye contact, and figuring out something like gesturing rather than nervous awkward hand movements. (One thing I am quite happy with is that I am usually good at fielding questions, largely thanks to my massive overkill slide deck.)

Thinking back on it, I am quite happy with the amount of practice I’ve gotten presenting in different contexts in the lab. Public speaking has turned out to be so much more important than I expected when I took 6.UAT. I think I’ve gotten a lot better at it, and I am genuinely excited to keep improving: to keep growing in the contexts I already have experience in and to try on new contexts and get better and better. (And seeing the process as a valuable growth opportunity, rather than something awful I just have to get through, is already a massive step forward.)


This presentation in particular needed to go well. I was getting to present in front of an agency that funds our research, as well as PIs of other labs doing related and impactful work. I was representing our lab and I was representing the Institute. I also was worried, or in more accurate terms felt rather confidently, that it wasn’t supposed to be me, that this was a mistake, and that the people who know me would be expecting me to do rather poorly, or at the very least didn’t have particularly high expectations, which maybe gave me something to prove and at the very least made me rather desperately want to not disappoint those same people who had believed in me and given me the stage—and I really, really did not want them to regret believing in me. In other words, it was an opportunity and it was a big deal to me.

Like for larger group presentations, my slides were already largely prepared from previous presentations I had given in front of the lab and other coworkers, both in large- and small-group settings; I mostly just had to put the slides together into one coherent presentation, with a few updates in background information slides. This took longer than I expected but it didn’t take too long. I found myself done adjusting and adding slides the day before—an accident and a new record for me.

I had a whole half a day to sit with my slide deck and to practice (amazing!).

The presentation was to be eight minutes, with two minutes for questions. I was used to presenting this material in an hour-, at least half-hour-long presentation, so getting everything to fit was the main challenge. I practiced for several hours with my slides and my cell phone timer, interrupted only at one point by our building manager, who came by because we had mice. (Have mice—but at the moment they can’t seem to get past the inside of the hollow space behind the kitchen cabinet. The great benefit of this experience is that I now fully understand what authors like Neil Gaiman mean when they describe mice scratching inside the walls, and staying up late working is now that much spookier….)

I am very glad I practiced. My introduction, which I really did not have time for, initially took up three or four minutes—a full half of my allotted time. I cut it down to less than 30 seconds. Even then, I could never get through all of my slides, so I was forced to cut out most of the side paths and focus entirely on the main narrative. This was probably good for the project itself—the experience of cutting my presentation down showed me what I care about most within the wide scope of the project, and that the work was not weaker with more focus. By the end of a few hours I had the presentation down to a perfect and consistent eight minutes. I didn’t have a script, and I didn’t practice so much that my wording was the same each run-through, but I nailed down the verbal transitions that worked best at key moments when the audience could potentially get lost and identified specific slides that tempted me to go down juicy but time-consuming tangents side paths that would have been distracting and taken up too much time.

The actual presentation was very similar to my simulations. I sat in the same chair at the same place at our dining table, with my laptop the same distance from my face, and used my cell phone timer in the same way, and all went smoothly and on time. There were a few questions at the end, which were very easy to answer with the slides I had removed from the main narrative (and I was very happy to get an excuse to return to those slides). I got compliments afterward, and I got compliments from my direct supervisor and my PI, which is a very big deal for me. I don’t usually get that much positive feedback, and I certainly don’t expect positive feedback, so the experience made me very, very happy. It was a lovely confidence boost that spilled out into the rest of my work. The presentation itself and the audience’s interest in it renewed my excitement about my work, especially the project I presented on.

The ease of simulation, I think, is one of the primary nice benefits of giving a presentation over zoom. As an added benefit, the stage is (probably) a comfortable place in your home, and the audience is a small collection of faces in squares on your screen, rather than a crowd of people right in front of you. You can worry less about stage presence, or how you occupy space, or eye contact, or your weird hand motions, and you can focus more fully on the content of your presentation. Of course, parts of the usual challenges are still present—if you fidget, it will still be distracting; you need to make eye contact with your camera, if not the people in front of you; you still have a presence and your clothing and posture and voice still affect the audience’s experience of your presentation and perception of your work. Zoom also meant I did not need to travel for the presentation, which I thought was nice, though of course I cannot possibly know how many opportunities for “networking” connection with potential future collaborators and the human beings behind the names on my favorite papers and other amazing people who share my scientific interests I missed out on without the usual awkward cocktail hours or sitting next to someone or sharing an elevator—all experiences that I miss and look forward to having again someday in the future (along with speaking on an actual stage someday, which I do not expect to enjoy but which I am guessing will be a valuable growth experience).


Here is my advice on giving presentations:

  1. Lots of pictures, minimal text. Unless you give your audience a few seconds of silence at the start of each slide, which I have never seen in an actual presentation, they are not going to be able to divide their attention between your slide and your spoken words without missing some of one or the other. Pictures are good. Figures are good. Titles and (short) labels are good. Any other information needs to justify the time it will take to process.
  2. Provide a roadmap at the beginning of your presentation, and connect back to it as you go. One way to do this is to show a broad outline of your presentation in one of your first slides and repeat the points in the outline as slide or section titles, or echo those points verbally when you reach them. I have also seen people show their outline slide repeatedly throughout the presentation with already covered sections in grey text. I don’t like that as much. I also do not usually provide much of a roadmap and need to work on changing that.
  3. Give your slides short, informative titles that both summarize what is on the slide and provide an idea of the relevant context or where you are in the presentation. Make sure that a person who zoned out for a minute can get caught up and place themselves by looking at the current slide.
  4. When you present a figure, unless it is obvious (it probably isn’t), explain what each axis is, what each point represents, and the main takeaways of the figure. Most people don’t do this, which means that some fraction of the room might not understand the figure and might not feel comfortable asking, or at least might waste time trying to figure it out—any of which limits their ability to give feedback or engage in conversation and limits the value of your presentation both to them and to you.
  5. Know what you want to get out of the meeting, and make sure you’re getting it. Literally sit down before the meeting and write down or type what you, personally, want to get out of it. Are you pitching a project? Are you asking someone for something? Are you looking for feedback? What are your priorities? Do your planned presentation and your slide deck reflect your priorities for the presentation? If conversation strays from your goals, you need to know to redirect it, which means you need to know exactly what you want.
  6. Along the same lines, write down three or so main takeaways that you want your audience to remember. These takeaways will probably be related to your goals for the meeting. Build your narrative around those takeaways. State the takeaways explicitly—you might list them out in the end, or, especially in a shorter presentation, they might even be your roadmap slide and your title slides.
  7. Bring a sheet of paper and a pen to write down any useful feedback or questions that you want to return to after the presentation is over.
  8. If you are worried that you will need to redirect conversation, or that you won’t have enough time for everyone to deliver their feedback to you during the meeting, I have found it helpful to print out my figures and leave them around the room with pens or markers such that each person can reach at least one, preferably at least two (in case someone else already took one) copies (or even print one per person, though that is probably excessive). Mention at the start of your presentation that your audience can write any comments on these pages and return them to you at the end of the meeting; when you redirect conversation, invite people to write any unspoken feedback on the pages. Printed figures can make redirecting the conversation easier, both for you and for your audience. It can also help you get feedback from people who do not feel comfortable speaking in front of the entire group, and feedback that someone thought up after the particular topic had passed—and it gives people who are not engaged by your presentation something interesting to do that still achieves your goals.
  9. Stop occasionally to ask the audience questions or solicit questions or feedback. (Pause a slightly uncomfortably long time after you ask a question to give people time to formulate their thoughts and potentially work up the courage to speak.) If you’re looking for feedback, asking for it directly will give you a better chance of getting it. Also, asking questions helps keep your audience engaged and gives you a better idea of whether or not they understand are engaged with what you are saying. (When I was TAing 6.005 (now 6.031), I learned that it is in addition important to phrase your request for feedback or questions in an inviting, open-ended way: “what feedback or questions do you have?” rather than “do you have any questions or feedback?”)
  10. If there is something that fits naturally, it can be nice to start with or otherwise work in a relevant movie or TV clip or comic that somehow relates to your research, to make the experience more fun for everyone—and to improve your audience’s engagement with the material, make them more comfortable speaking up, and, if it’s done well, give them easier access to your key takeaways. Probably don’t do it before every single presentation, unless you want that to be your thing.

6.UAT had a lot of practice speaking assignments that you can peruse, if you’d like to try them. They are fairly varied and include a lot of different contexts—presenting with a slide deck, presenting a chalk talk (which I have not yet had to do in practice), presenting on your work, shorter persuasive pitches, presentations that are meant to connect to a lay audience, and so on.

As an aside, I have heard that acting or improv are great for improving public speaking—and one of my favorite instructors used to do theatre. I took an introductory acting class while I was at MIT, but it was absolutely not what I expected and I don’t think had much of an impact on my public speaking skills (though who knows!). One assignment I particularly remember involved all of us writhing on the floor in different directions while making loud silly sounds, literally rolling over each other and hitting the walls and rolling over each other again. The professor left the room for a long while in the middle of the exercise but we didn’t know what to do so we kept rolling. (Is there a lesson here? I don’t think there’s a lesson here.)

Some of my more corporate friends have (or had, before the pandemic) parties (I’m not kidding) where each attendee has to impromptu present (again, not kidding) on a completely unfamiliar slide deck. I don’t usually go to these parties (but I should, and I intend to when we can safely have parties again), but it seems like a great way to practice. (And how nice to look out for your friends’ public speaking skills!)

Here are some of the ways I hope to keep growing:

  1. Knowing my priorities well enough to be flexible with time, if I get less time during a meeting than I expected.
  2. Managing conversation to make sure that we are able to reach everything I prioritize.
  3. Going out of my way to practice presenting to a larger group, such as at lab meeting. Presenting in front of a larger group makes me uncomfortable, but that is precisely why I should probably pursue the experience. I usually choose one-on-one or small-group mentoring over volunteer teaching opportunities, due to the massive amount of time and work that goes into preparing a lecture—but maybe I should make a point of volunteering to teach at least one or two lectures a year, perhaps on a topic that requires minimal preparation to minimize loss of research time.
  4. Getting better at providing a visual and verbal roadmap to the audience.
  5. Practicing presenting without a slide deck.

By far, the most important thing I’ve learned about presenting is that the priority is to convey information and have a dialogue with the audience toward some goal. Everything else—how you look, if you seem unsure or if you do not exude confidence in your own work, whether or not your explanations make sense to your audience, whether or not people zone out partway through your presentation and don’t or aren’t able to check back in—is either in service of or to the detriment of the goal. It is important to keep your priorities and your audience at the forefront, ahead of your self-esteem and your ego and your expectations. That’s not an easy thing to do. Most likely, in the end, the most important thing is the work you are presenting: your job is to give it the platform it needs in order to become whatever the world needs from it.



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Here are some things you can buy, if you see them here and you like them and you want them for yourself:

  1. My clicker, which I bought for myself and then also for my parents and for my partner. It has a nice soft texture and is pleasant to hold and easy and intuitive to use and has not failed me through multiple years of presentations. The places where I present usually have their own clicker, or an option to not use a clicker, but I like having the flexibility to move around and I quite like having my own clicker that I know I like and am familiar with and can trust not to present (hah! a pun!) me with any surprises during what is probably (by virtue of being a moment in my life) an already stressful time.
  2. My to-do list notebook, which for 2020 is pink because the pink one was on sale when I bought it. I have been keeping my to-do lists in a dedicated notebook for I think three or four years now. It is a very pleasant ritual. The notebook itself has changed from year to year, but I have finally settled on one and I think I will be buying this exact notebook from now on. I just bought my notebook for 2021. It is still shrink-wrapped and I am excited to open it on New Year’s—my own gift to myself. I might gift-wrap it. It is blue, dark blue, like the night sky. I like it very much.
  3. The Lady Astronaut series, consisting of The Calculating Stars, The Fated Sky, and The Relentless Moon. I like everything Mary Robinette Kowal writes. I had been looking forward to The Relentless Moon for a long time and was very excited to finally get to read it. It is a mystery story and it is extremely well-researched sci-fi and it is a very nice vacation (on the moon).