Two days ago, in hope of ultimately <\/em>connecting the disparate ramblings (As I write this list, I have a nagging doubt that I feel the need to acknowledge, But the "who cares" question wasn't an issue then because, maybe, I was born on March 10, 1967, making me 36 years of age at this very moment. Since the last thirteen years of my life -- basically all of my "adult" Two days ago, in hope of ultimately connecting the disparate ramblings of my blog, I presented a list of my "life roles" that I use to conceptualize my life. I set the expectation that I would come back to this … Continue reading
\n of my blog, I presented a
\n list of my "life roles"<\/a> that I use to conceptualize my life. I
\n set the expectation that I would come back to this list often, unpacking the
\n elements of the list. Before I jump into that task, however, I will offer a
\n chronological presentation of my life. Just like the list of life roles, this
\n chronological list will be sketchy. However, I hope that it provides a simple
\n framework to contextualize the things I write about on this blog.<\/p>\n
\n if not fully address. I keep thinking, "Who cares about the chronology
\n of my life? In fact, who cares about the life roles?" It's interesting
\n that I should be nagged by this issue now since the "who cares?" question
\n should have come up long ago when I started blogging. Who cares that I love
\n Bach and computers? <\/p>\n
\n I wasn't trying to be more systematic and had presented no grand pretensions
\n about my blog. But now, making formal lists somehow raises the level of seriousness
\n of my humble blog. Am I now writing my memoirs? Why would anyone care to read
\n that? Again, I come back to the thought that my blog is first and foremost for
\n me, to help focus my life -- and if the product of the process is "useful"
\n to others, all the better. In the meantime, I shouldn't let these nags keep
\n me from continuing....[This tangent reminds me of what
\n Chris wrote a while back<\/a> and the article by Tom Coates ("My
\n obligation to you<\/a>") to which I referred Chris.])<\/p>\n
\n Major phases in my life so far map (not surprisingly) to the three cities in
\n which I have lived:<\/p>\n\n
\n I was born in Timmins<\/a>, a small
\n city of 45,000 residents located 400 miles northeast of Toronto. My parents,
\n Wayne and Joanne, came from China and arrived in Timmins in the mid-fifties
\n and mid-sixties, respectively. My younger sisters, Janice and Shirley, were
\n also born in Timmins. I grew up in Timmins and left when I was nineteen to
\n attend university in Toronto.\n <\/li>\n
\n I studied Engineering Science<\/a>
\n (physics option) at the University of Toronto<\/a>,
\n where I lived at New
\n College<\/a>. The single most significant event of those years -- and there
\n were many -- was my conversion to Christianity during the late summer of 1988
\n (a story both complex and simple).\n <\/li>\n
\n I moved to Berkeley to start a Ph.D.
\n program in Biophysics<\/a>, which I completed in1997. (I studied electron transfer
\n in photosynthetic reaction complexes under the guidance of the theoretical
\n chemist David
\n Chandler<\/a>.) I spent four years living at the International House, which
\n I thoroughly enjoyed. I was booted from the House in 1994 so that I could
\n get a life. Fortunately, I then moved into the Regent\/Lorina House community
\n of which I have been a part for the last nine years. After finishing my graduate
\n work, I decide that instead of pursuing a career in biophysics, I would worked
\n as staff at UC Berkeley, first in the Statistics
\n Computing Facility<\/a> and then at the Interactive
\n University Project<\/a> (where I am still happily
\n ensconced<\/a>). <\/p>\n
\n life -- has been spent in Berkeley, this period has been profoundly formative.\n <\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"