climate change activist and science communicator; photographer; mapmaker — advocate for a stable global climate, reduced nuclear weapon risks, and safe human-AI interaction
Generally musings of the day, usually accompanied by a photograph
On Saturday, my friend Amanda and I attended Massey College’s annual Winter Ball.
The planning committee made a bold choice this year, omitting the sit-down dinner which has been the centrepiece of all other Massey high table dinners which I have attended and serving a variety of appetizers in the common room and using the dining hall as a vast space for waltzing. The change of approach – and absense of long speeches – made the event distinct and memorable.
There are some Judo words which I only know how to pronounce phonetically.
Among them is the name of Sensei Isador. I remember it because I know he’s not a window…
My mnemonics for remembering throws and hold-downs are similarly silly. Cramming vocab for my yellow belt grading, I decided that Kata gatame (where you hold uke down with one of their arms pressed against their face and hold them on their back while on your belly or on your knee beside them) was easy to remember because a katana is a sword you wear on your side (a bad choice since “yoko” often means “side” in Judo, as with another low-belt hold-down: Yoko-shiho-gatame). For Kami-shiho-gatame, I thought this on-top belt-grabbing hold-down would be well-suited for removing a camisole.
Tonight I also invented a protocol for dealing with potential rib injuries. Early response with an ice pack seems to help a lot, but it’s impractical for nights when I need to work. By putting on my MEC poofy down vest, putting a belt across my chest at a suitable height, and putting a 2 kg bag of frozen veggies against the ribs in question, it seems I can reduce inflammation without impeding research or typing ability.
I have also been making slow progress with my project to lose 15 pounds.
My supervisors have been encouraging me to switch thesis topics. I find myself resisting because the proposed alternative topic has very little to do with the intersection between environmental and indigenous politics, which I judge to be the most important ongoing change in the contemporary politics of the United States and Canada.
At the same time, while I have made a significant effort to come to grips with indigenous politics in the context of climate change politics, I have also often felt contradicted and confused, unable to discern confidently which interpretation may be most robust and useful. It may well be that I just don’t know enough about them to make a PhD research project with that focus feasible to complete over the next two years.
If you look at my initial long proposal and my subsequent shorter proposal, you can see a few of the reasons why I think this intersection is so interesting and important.
I’m still thinking it through.
On Tuesday evening, I am starting the intermediate Judo class with the Hart House Judo Club, which will run every Tuesday and Saturday through the winter term.
I found the beginner class very satisfying and have enjoyed the extra classes for all skill levels between terms. Still, I am nervous about the higher level class. I am a very slow learner at this sort of thing (just try to teach me any kind of dance step!) and I have some bad habits which the instructors regularly remind me of. Also, I am a lot less fit than the average person in even the beginner class, where almost everyone else seems to deal with the warmup push-ups, sit-ups, and other exercises a lot more easily than I do.
That said, my motivations are mostly psychological and it’s undeniable that a Judo class produces a better workout than I would create for myself in a two-hour span. I would be perfectly fine in a scenario where I never (or only extremely slowly) progress beyond the yellow belt, hopefully incrementally shedding bad habits along the way.
Over the course of the term since September, I have noticed myself progressively gaining weight and am now at the point that I am the heaviest I can recall being at around 200 lbs. This was happening at the same time as I was doing Judo twice a week, but I suspect only a fairly small fraction of the weight gain is from muscle. In fact, I suspect excess weight may be contributing to my apparent tendency to get injured infrequently often during class.
I have generally found 185 lbs to be a manageable, though not ideal, weight. I am going to try to trend back toward that level despite continuing with Judo in January, and will hopefully stop popping buttons off my MEC cargo trousers.
Oddly, two days after my last Judo class of the year this Sunday (a visit to the Annex Judo Academy) my Judo aches seem more acute than during ordinary class-to-class time since September. Between September and now I only missed two classes: one optional Thursday session which conflicted with another obligation and the final (extra, post-term) Saturday class because I just hadn’t had enough sleep.
Perhaps the elevated aches now that the pressure is off are because my philosophy has been to keep going with it, often taking special care to avoid further injury in one place or another, rather than taking breaks and missing classes.
Having ribs heal, in particular, is a multi-week issue, as a number of the more experienced students have reinforced for me. I hope the repetitive stresses of Judo will eventually make them stronger, and that I will eventually develop a layer of muscle between them and my skin.
Tomorrow includes the winter solstice in the northern hemisphere: the moment when we are tilted most away from the sun and the astronomical beginning of winter. I hope the winter will be a productive one: my PhD puzzlement will resolve into the elusive puzzle and I will come up with a way to keep being useful in the climate fight during these challenging times.
I will be getting out a bit into the High Park woods tomorrow.
Here’s a taste of how I have spent the last 15+ days:
Here’s one I prepared earlier (Where Essays Come From):
The grading saga continues, with tomorrow as the slightly-stretched deadline. It’s going to be a long 24 hours, followed by dealing with plagiarism cases and calculating participation grades.
Over the weekend, I did photograph this year’s Massey Christmas Gaudy. Some preliminary, minimally-edited photos are already up.
Tomorrow we are being graded in our Judo class, for possible advancement to yellow belt. They actually taught us more than the assigned syllabus includes. My technique certainly isn’t great (especially for escaping hold downs and smoothly transitioning between them), and I will need to do a bit of vocabulary cramming tomorrow.
Once I am done with this term’s TA duties, I need to turn back to my PhD work. I will be working as a research assistant, but need to decide if I should also try to get some (considerably better paying) TA hours next term. Next year my departmental funding gets cut by half, and then it goes away altogether the year after.
P.S. It was good to see the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers reject the easement requested for the Dakota Access Pipeline, pending an environmental assessment. There are no permanent victories in the fight against fossil fuel infrastructure, but anything that delays project and increases risks for investors hold out hope for helping us avoid the worst consequences of climate change.
Thanks to my family and my friends Andrea, Mehrzad, and Amanda, I had a very pleasant 33rd birthday, with kind and thoughtful gifts, lunch at Massey College, Masala Dosa (accompanied by a couple of Hive-LM games) for dinner, and raspberries.