Friday 19 December 2014

Happy days

Beautiful Benji in the holiday spirit
It is that time of year... I am heading off to KZN and intermittent internet so will not be posting much but will hopefully get some pictures up of "THE BIG DAY" which is... can you imagine.... tomorrow!!!!!!!

Today there is lunch with the Vice Chancellor and various other important people that I have obviously never had any dealings with before and tomorrow is "THE BIG DAY". I feel weirdly stressed out about it, but I imagine that will fade once I have the red cape... wait... RED CAPE! I am also not sure what to expect from this lunch, so hopefully, in between drinking lots of champagne, wine, cocktails and long walks on the beach (where the water is warm enough to swim in - if you can drag yourself away from the champagne, wine and cocktails) I will get a chance to tell you about "THE BIG DAY" and (probably slightly cringey) lunch. 

Meanwhile, HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Take a break and enjoy spending time with your family and switch off the stress a little! (I am still trying to figure out how to do that, but I think the change of scenery will help!) 

Monday 15 December 2014

UCTutionalised


This Friday was our departmental end of year party. I imagine it will be my last departmental party at UCT, certainly with the faces that I've come to know so well. 


December 2003 Grad



I couldn't help remembering my first departmental end of year party, 10 years ago. As honours students, we were finally invited to the grown up table, but still unsure about ourselves and our place in the department, we clung together like limpets. That particular year we had karaoke and our class (in those days, honours class was small, I think there were 11 of us) huddled around the two mikes and sang "Hotel California" to the cheesy karaoke music video... Warm fuzzy memories of one of the best years of my life spent with some of my favourite people.










The end of year party also happened to be at the tennis club, which is where I had my 21st many years ago. My indulgent parents spoiled me as always, and it was a magical, emotional event. I actually had my 21st more than 2 months before I turned 21 so it would be before everyone disappeared to new lives, after we graduated. I guess this is a recurring theme in academia, you are expected to graduate and move on, which means graduation itself is somewhat bitter-sweet. (I am THRILLED that I am graduating this year though - I am so over trying to not feel bitter at this time of the year when all the smartly dressed graduates flock to campus with their proud parents!)






If a random person were to ask me how long I've been at UCT I'd mumble "100yrs" to avoid having to explain that it took longer than it should have, but you all know that already. So I can tell you that I started at UCT as a 17yr wide-eyed terrified kid in 2001 and I haven't left since. And, despite the fact that I was terrified when my parents dropped me off outside that revolting Tugwell building, being at UCT has been one of the greatest privileges of my life. 



I've said it before, but I love UCT. I love the ivy that changes the colour of the walls through the seasons, I love that the air vents are UCT crests. I love the view from upper campus and I love my office.










I have such huge respect and love for the people within the department. Getting a high 5 from George Branch is literally more exciting to me than speaking to the lead singer of a band I enjoy (Beatenberg - SA band, they're good, and in my only groupie-esque moment in my life EVER (other than following Brothers Streep and various Marvel movie actors on FB) I told them they were awesome after a concert this week.) I guess going from being a shy, never-talk-up-in class girl in undergrad to actually being able to sit and chat to these brilliant people in a casual social environment is something I'll always appreciate...







So this year's end of year function is bitter-sweet for me. I know a new stage of my life is upon me, and I'm sure it'll be exciting, challenging and with a new set of lovely people for me to respect and care about, but not getting to go to another end of year party with all those familiar faces is without a doubt something I'll miss... As much as I'll miss tea time and my gorgeous office and my lovely UCT friends. 

Friday 5 December 2014

Hope

That seems an appropriate title given that it is one year since Nelson Mandela passed away and I wrote then that he was, for me, hope personified. 





Sa Hope Spot Map
Off the SST website
I am not talking about him though. Last night I went to a talk by Dr Sylvia Earle. I am embarrassed that I didn't actually know who she was and was lured in by free food and a Google search that revealed that she has a Lego figurine made in her image. I figured she must be a person worth listening to... and she was. She is in South Africa to promote various "hope spots" around the South African coastline. Areas of special conservation interest through community involvement. There was also the launch of the book: "South African Coasts" which includes a compilation of photos that have been sent in from the public to portray the public view of the South African coastlines. You can buy it here using technology I don't really understand yet




Dr Sylvia Earle started making waves (yes, feel free to shake your head at me at the terribly obvious pun) as a female scientist when reporters still thought it OK to say: "surprisingly the scientists are not physically fit males but young, attractive females, like real life mermaids under the sea". You have to hope that they cringe now. While, thank goodness, Dr Earle and her contemporaries have paved the way for a new generation of female scientists (there are 3 males in my lab of ~10 people) but I couldn't help noticing that at the fisheries stock assessment meeting this week, the 5 (?) person international panel is all male - so maybe we (female scientists) still have some work to do.  (Although this is the second "Rock Star Scientist" female we have had come to chat to us this year. I wrote about Jane Goodall in Feb)



Dr Earle is over flowing with enthusiasm and energy. She said that South Africa is a place of HOPE, written right there on the map 'Cape of Good Hope'. She also said that we should be excited that we live in a time when knowledge is more accessible than ever because "We can't care, if we don't know". She is 79 years old (according to Wikipedia) and still diving and living at full throttle. She, frankly, made me feel like a sloth. Her talk couldn't have come at a better time for me. With no current income and a huge amount of uncertainty and insecurity about what I will do next, the temptation is to move away from conservation and science and into something more stable and reliable and... dare I say it... commercial... BUT, Dr Earle said something that struck: "Somebody needs to speak for the fish". In fact, she was given the nickname "Sturgeon General" (when working as Chief Scientist at NOAA) for her persistence in speaking on behalf of the fish.  




Image result for marine stewardship councilThis is OBVIOUSLY something I feel strongly about (and should probably be speaking about more). Sometimes the issues of over-fishing and ocean exploitation can become a little too big to see any light at the end of the tunnel. But, Dr Earle highlighted examples of good things that are happening: Palau has decided that sharks are worth more alive than dead and has banned large scale commercial fishing; there is also the goal to get 30% of the world's oceans declared as marine protected areas by 2030 (we are currently on 3%). There are amazing initiatives all of the world, and one of my favourite is SASSI's green list  and the MSC ecolabels which just give people the power of making knowledgeable decisions.  (Because, our consumer driven society might seem awful on many levels, but it does give the consumers a certain amount of power if they choose to wield it). 

The question that Dr Earle raised was whether we can figure it all out fast enough... She said we can't just sit back and watch it all dissolve. We might not be able to get things back to how they were, but we can work towards making them better than they would be. I reckon that's worth fighting for... 

(Due to an unfortunate incident involving my not-quite-sealed water bottle and handbag yesterday morning, I tragically didn't have my note book on me last night. I was feeling self conscious about the loud clicky-ness of my backberry keypad so I couldn't really jot things down. So, I apologise for not-quite-word-perfect quotes and that I can't give you heaps more information about what she said. I am pretty sure that you can find out more about the Hope Spot initiative, Sustainable Seas Trust, Mission Blue and other marine conservation success stories through the links in the text and all-powerful Google. There is also the trailer to the movie that includes the mermaid line... here! There is also a National Geographic article about marine protected areas in SA here - featuring awesome photos by Tom Peschak)
They are cute, right... but they also represent a huge
conservation concern which you can read about in a brilliant
penguinologist's blog.