Monday, May 14, 2012

JA!

DIS Biomedicine is the road I chose to take, my entries are not about the potholes, detours or the smooth road travelled, but more or less the impact the road had on the car itself. 

Never did I imagine the places I'd see or the people I'd meet. There's really a reason why Denmark has the happiest inhabitants, I cannot pinpoint what it is for it almost feels like its in the air, you're consumed by it.

I know I'll be back, it's a matter of time.

JEG ELSKER DANMARK!


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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Trojan Horse

We're almost at the end.


A couple weeks left and this journey has almost ended, instead of panicking, being a neurotic mess studying for the Organic Chemistry cumulative final, I find myself working on a paper that will be a contribution to a Wikipedia article, ours will be on the "Trojan Horse", and no, not the wooden one. Here's a sneak peek! 

Genentech’s method of disguising and transporting the therapeutic antibody by attaching it to a receptor-mediated transcytosis activator has been referred to as the “Trojan Horse method.

Finally, science that'll contribute to real life, right now.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Советский Союз

Feeling like a building in a war zone, they're all crushing and falling around me as I stand there, untouched, waiting for one of their falls to take me down with them. Where I stand, I don't believe I belong. They're all collapsing on themselves, but all that I'm waiting for that oblique fall, that takes me down with them. 

As you might've guessed, this scene did not take place in Denmark, rather, it is used as a place of longing. Instead, I am speaking of a place that bears the emotional duo of belongingness and aggravation. A land under former soviet rule, Russia.

2 weeks spent and a possibility of more to come as a Russian official took me off my flight. I do come with good news, as I write to you from Copenhagen.
Kuskovo Church and Bell Tower

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Either/Or

Choice.

Seems so important at the time. Did you wonder if any of it will matter at the end?

Søren Kierkegaard's Either/Or, "A" says that whatever you choose, you'll end up regretting it either way. Either/Or. Should life be lived on impulse, whatever makes you happy at the moment, or does one commit, with only one purpose in mind, to become oneself, which is what "B" believes. Does becoming oneself supposedly make you a better person, rather than running around like a jolly fool?

Would I be so bad as to say that I agree with "A"? Is choosing happiness over identity, wrong? Or perhaps that is my identity, in which I commit no wrong at all.

To avoid making a choice, is a choice in itself.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Dominus illuminatio mea

The University of Oxford which our Biomedicine group
visited on the long study tour in London! 


It's like floating down a river, led down an unknown path, an unknown destination, held up by nothing but your own peace of mind, for you know, panic will only drown you.

I like this scenic path, whatever the destination may be.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Kærlighed


Loving just one is too little; loving all is being superficial; knowing yourself and loving as many as possible, letting your soul hide all the powers of love in itself, so that each gets it's particular nourishment while consciousness nevertheless embraces it all - that is enjoyment, that is living.
- Johannes, The Seducer's Diary
Either/Or


Rainbow Smoke Room at ARoS Museum of Modern Art
Visited on short-study tour.
Aarhus, DK

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Kronborg

"There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death"
Søren Kierkegaard

Denmark fathered the misfortunes of Hamlet and was perhaps even the result of Søren Kierkegaard's misery. How does such history emerge to present raptures of Kongeriget Danmark?

Yesterday, an mere10 minute bike ride had taken me to Elsinore Castle, the sun had set and the wind picked up.

There's was something inexplicable lingering in the humid cold air in what was left of the medieval city of Helsingør. No longer was Halmets father an imagined spirit that only Hamlet himself once saw. The darkness began to surround you, and deeper it went with every breath you took.

Architecture of such promising vision, chosen to bear a tale of tragedy.

Is beauty a mask as a result of emotional distress for which ones tires to hide the interior mystery or a sign of grandiosity?

Can be both.

A country of such troubled history is now called the happiest place on earth, perhaps, lives leading up to this century were lives lived without boundaries followed by a symbolical death.

Looking down on us, we are not that different from those insects, except, we don't all die happy.
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