Spain, now in pixel vision!

We landed in Barcelona and traveled two hours to Sant Feliu on Costa Brava the next day for the conference. Here is a typical view of Sant Feliu's 'downtown':



Sometimes I needed to be reminded of where we were. Fortunately, the name of this street is 'Mediterra'. But where are the elves?



Probably the best thing about Spain was the food, including the hot chocolate, which should have been called chocolate mousse.



Europe is SO different; wine with lunch, euros instead of dollars, A4 instead of letter. I also discovered that the A4 dimensions influenced other ratios in real life, such as pillowcases



and toilet paper



Say, those ain't no squares!

There was a lot of rain, but the two days of sunshine in Sant Feliu were terrific.


There is a limit to the amount of outdoor frolicking one can do, even on a sunny day. Here's the view from our hotel room. (Musically talented boyfriend costs extra.)


The conference organized an expedition to Girona, a large, old city in Catalonia. It was like walking around in a medieval castle (it probably WAS a medieval castle), except with cafes on every other block.







I wasn't really thinking about my dream wedding dress, but it was taunting me even in Girona:


For a highly sophisticated society, there was a surprising amount of crap to deal with.


The helpful note says: PELIGRO est es una mierda (DANGER this is a poop.)

Mike noted that the message is held up by a drinking straw.

I also visited Madrid, which was a huge city filled by a hodgepodge of classical and modern buildings. On many of these old buildings, I enjoyed the tiny architectural details that they seem to take for granted (when I commented on a lovely system of window latches, Mike's friend exclaimed, 'what, that's so old-fashioned!'). Although I don't have a picture of the latches, here is a detail from my hotel. I have no idea what its function is - maybe preventing the window shutters from hitting the wall?- but isn't it pretty?



P.S. Mike says it holds the shutter open.

Well, Spain was fun, but it's good to be back!

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I'm in Madrid right now, having just read Malcolm Gladwell's book 'Outliers' (recommended by a particularly shy blogger - you know who you are!). I hope many, many people read this book. Gladwell's main point is that success depends largely on apparently irrelevant circumstances, such as what month you were born in, and that a small bit of early success gets amplified into stardom for a few lucky people. One of the most compelling cases concerns star athletes, who are culled from a young age from successively more selective little leagues. Since young children are grouped by age, those who are born just after the cutoff (e.g., Dec. 31) have a big advantage because they are bigger and stronger than their peers. They do better at the sport, get picked for intense training, get better as a result, with the result that most pro hockey players in Canada were born in the first quarter of the year.

Gladwell also talks about how cultural norms play a huge role in determining success of upper class children vs. lower class children (which we already knew), and that it's really the summertime activities that let the upper class children get ahead (judging from standardized test scores). He was less successful at convincing me that Asian kids are better at math because their ancestors had a rice paddy work ethic (seems to me that this would translate into a nonspecific advantage). A particularly chilling example of the importance of cultural norms is discussed with regard to airline accidents, where the degree of assertiveness of the crew was important (e.g. the willingness of the first officer to contradict the captain), although I would have liked to see more statistics.

Another interesting point he makes is that above a certain threshold, IQ is largely irrelevant to success, since other types of intelligence (like practical intelligence and creativity) are also important (and, based on personal experience, probably not correlated with IQ. :) )

Why am I reading my Kindle when I could be touring Madrid, visiting the Prado museum, or getting a Mediterranean suntan? Well, I did walk around a bit, saw old and new buildings, and ate some Spanish tapas, but ultimately what I really wanted to do was read. I know I should be taking better advantage of the location, but actually I can't wait to get back home to do some wedding planning oops! I mean labwork. :)

Anyway, this book made me think about lab culture, and how to encourage a culture of assertiveness and self-reliance in an atmosphere of hierarchy (such as at Harvard). I'll probably start having mini-lab meetings soon; maybe I'll try to start a tradition of recounting mistakes, so we can all benefit from each other's experiences and so people will be less intimidated by others. That'll be a good exercise in self-examination, anyway!

Whew, I just got back from dinner which lasted for 4 hours (no kidding!). First were drinks, then a leisurely meal of fried baby squid, cured pork (a Spanish specialty), sardines, angler fish (all with white wine) and sorbet with cava (the Spanish equivalent of champagne).