Monday, December 31, 2012

My Year-end Reflections

So, I finally have time to think...

My "new" job started on Monday, 1/23/12.  It turned out to be far more challenging and overwhelming than I initially anticipated, and it definitely made me wonder why I took it in the first place.  As stressful as the job may be at times, I have no regret.  The most important thing I've learned from this experience is: I've pushed myself to go outside of my comfort zone; I've pushed myself to live through something new and different; and I've convinced myself that, in the end, I am still capable of starting fresh.

I continue to nurture my photography endeavor.  Looking back on the past 12 months, it was Photography that gave me the courage and "reasoning" to take so many untraveled roads; it was also Photography that allowed me to experience nature and life in such a special way that I would never have experienced otherwise.  To me, Photography offers a special lens for me to see true colors in nature and in life, which is precisely why I no longer view Photography as a pure art form or a pure technique -- it helps me shape the way I live!

Michelle came home briefly for the winter break and will fly back to Boston tomorrow for the new semester.  Over the past 17+ years, I have told you so many stories about my little Michelle, and now I have to say that she is really growing up!!  I remember for the past many years, right before each New Year, I would always write Michelle an email with a list of things I hope she could do or improve in the next year.  I didn't do it today, as I really, truly believe that she doesn't need it anymore...  

May 2013 be joyful and prosperous, and I wish you happiness and good health in the New Year!

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Michelle's Holiday Letter to Grandpa

Dear Grandpa,

Merry Christmas! I hope you are doing well this holiday season, and staying warm through this chilly winter. I just got back to Illinois a few days ago and have really been enjoying my winter vacation. It is great to be able to relax after a semester of working very hard.


This semester has been quite a busy one, but it has been better than I ever imagined it could be. It has been incredibly stressful at times - to the point where I had weeks where I would just wake up stressed out, feel stressed out the entire day, and go to bed stressed out. However, it has certainly been worth it. I did well in all of my classes and I think that I've finally figured out how to work more efficiently in medical school, so it's been less stressful ever since. I have made some amazing friends already and they make every day at medical school a lot of fun. They're all so smart and have a great sense of humor, so when we get together we have a great time. I can tell that even though we've only spent a few months together, we already care about each other a great deal. It's great to know that I will always have people to count on during this difficult and long journey. 

 
While I have learned a GREAT deal of information in all of my classes (like the entire anatomy of the human body), I have learned even more from the extracurricular programs that I've become involved in. At my medical school, we have two amazing programs that deal with the homeless population of Boston - one is the Outreach Van Project, where we take a van out every Thursday and bring food and clothing to a small group of homeless people in East Boston. The other is the Homeless Health Project, where we go and interview patients that are at the homeless hospital across the street from our school. The amazing thing about Boston University is that we have such a strong connection and concern for extremely underserved people, like the homeless. Not only does our major hospital - Boston Medical Center - take in all patients regardless of whether or not they can pay, but we also have a specialized hospital for homeless patients, with doctors and nurses that have dedicated their entire lives to working with the homeless. Anyway, both of these programs were very selective. There was an application process at the beginning of the year and many students wanted to participate in them, but weren't selected. I was extremely lucky to be selected for BOTH programs, which has been the greatest blessing at medical school. Being in science classes all the time can be really, really dry and you start to lose that sense of why you wanted to become a doctor in the first place. But these two programs have helped me keep that vision alive, because every time I go out in the van or go to the homeless hospital, I talk with these people that don't have anyone else to talk to. They rely on us to care about them, because nobody else will. They are not bad people - most, if not all of them, have had immense hardships that I couldn't even imagine going through. They have been unfortunate. They have not come from good families. But they try to survive nonetheless, and some of them come out of these terrible ordeals with more wisdom than I could ever gain from my own privileged life. And they share that wisdom with me. They try to teach us what they've learned. It's an incredible relationship that we foster with these homeless people, and I am thankful every day that I can be a part of their lives.

 

So that has been my life for the past semester. I still find time to have fun with my friends. Overall, I'd say that I have an incredibly well-balanced life in medical school and I'm really happy with how everything has turned out. The only thing I'm a little sad about is not having time to read or study philosophy anymore... I miss that more than anything. Hopefully this upcoming semester will be a little less busy, and I will be able to spend some time at Tufts on Thursday nights when they have their Philosophy Club meetings...
 

Anyway, I hope that you're doing well. I miss you a lot and I think about you quite often. I hope that you've been taking care of yourself, both in body and in mind. That is the most important thing.

I love you, Grandpa!

- A Bao
(阿宝)

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Just a Story...

Coming back to civilization may not always be a good thing.  Driving out of Death Valley, the first email my lovely little iPhone got was from United telling me that my flight has been delayed for 4 hours, so I won't get back to Chicago until well after 10 PM tonight...

Let me tell you my weekend drama at Death Valley.

As promised, I got up at 2:37 AM Saturday morning, managed to leave the hotel at 2:55 AM and headed out to Death Valley.  About 10 miles out of Las Vegas, I immediately drove into heavy rain and then it turned into a real winter snowstorm.  It was pretty unbelievable -- the snowflakes were like thousands of silver bullets coming at my car, and I could barely see anything -- there was ONLY the darkness, the silver bullets and my headlights....  After about 20 miles, I seriously thought I should just forget about Death Valley and head back to Vegas...  but I didn't, as my mind was controlled by overwhelming stupidity at that point!!  Through millions of "silver bullets", I drove about 80+ miles, and finally, out of the storm area...  Honestly, something is very wrong with the current weather pattern where Chicago has been about 50F for the week, and Vegas is experiencing some really tough shxx so far this winter.

The bottom line is:  I made it to Death Valley in 1 piece by 7 AM -- safe and sound, but a bit freaked out...

The rest of the day was as usual -- wondering off in the wilderness and totally stressed out about where and how to take my pictures...  By the time I got back to the hotel, it was about 4:27 PM, yeah, believe me, there was NOTHING to photograph at that point!!  I stayed at the same hotel back in February, but could not remember that there was NO TV in the room.  NO telephone either... by then, my iPhone has been in "No Service" for about 10+ hours -- how wonderful!!!  I felt lost for a minute, but immediately realized that this would be a great opportunity for me to fast and meditate!!  Haha, just imagine how that story ended :-)

I went to bed at 5:30 PM, literally, and that ended my night!

My alarm started singing at 3:30 AM this morning so I could go back to the sand dunes to photograph the milky-way (because it was a moonless night).  Either God hated me or I was too stupid, I did not find the milky-way.  My friend once told me that if I look up to the sky, I wouldn't miss it.  Guess what, I did look up and I missed it...  So, once again, no milky-way shots.

It's pretty unthinkable that I have to WORK tomorrow -- coming back to civilization is definitely NOT a good thing!


12-22-12

By the way, the bottom photo was put on Michelle's Facebook home page today with the following note:

Courtesy of my mother who spends all of her free time traveling to beautiful places and taking amazing photos at strange hours...

  

Sunday, November 25, 2012

My Effort of Making Lobster Rolls

In addition to the usual weekly photo emails, I feel obligated to provide a summary report on my grade for making lobster rolls for Dr. Michelle over the Thanksgiving weekend.


Before Michelle came home for Thanksgiving, I slightly over-stated my cooking skills by telling her that, in addition to making delicious Chinese foods, I’ve also learned to make lobster rolls, which is a special New England dish she has grown to love after staying in Boston for the past 4+ years.  She was very excited about me making lobster rolls for her, so we scheduled the lobster rolls for dinner on Saturday. 

Rudi and I had to go to my friend’s house for dinner, so my job was to prepare the lobster rolls for Michelle and her friend before we left.  I could not tell you how stressed out I was for the entire day trying to think through all the little steps on how I would actually “make” lobster rolls…  Well, after hours of struggling, the lobster rolls were made, beautifully!!  Sadly, we had to leave for the party before Michelle ate dinner. 

On our way to my friend’s house, I texted: “Chelle, let me know how the lobster rolls taste, and give me a score on a scale of 1-10 with 10 = the best.”  About an hour later, I received a message: “It was good!”  I could not help to scream at the dinner table with bunch of my friends, quite proudly… and then realized that I didn’t get a score.  “How about the score?”  Within a split of a second, the score came back: “7.”

I was a bit surprised by the “low” score, but Rudi said “This is pretty good, a solid C-”  Haha, I probably only deserve an “F” when it comes to cooking!

On my way driving Dr. Michelle back to the airport this morning, we went through all the details about how to make the lobster rolls better next time – a bit more salt and pepper, a little less celery, a little less mayo, let the lobster meat turn totally cold before serving it…  The list goes on, but I am determined to make a better lobster roll next time!          

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Shooting Outside the Box

Finally had time to digest all the pictures I took last weekend and think about "Shooting Outside the Box". 

By now, most of you have seen these 2 photos I took last weekend.  What I learned from this experience was -- to get a good image, you really need to shoot outside the box!

For the first day (image 1), I stood with many photographers for 2+ hours on that ever-so-famous bridge to shoot the last glow of the Watchman.  The bridge was so crowded that it really couldn't fit any more tripod at the time when we were shooting...  I did not like the composition from that angle, but thought there's got to be something special about the bridge.  Otherwise, why would all the "experienced" photographers stand here???

For the second day, I was determined to find a different angle underneath the bridge and close by the river.  So, during the day, I went to the bridge twice and finally found a way to go down from the bridge to the river bank.  All of a sudden, I saw a whole new world, and that's where I took my shoot of "Last Glow at Watchman".  Enjoy!      


Saturday, November 3, 2012

Shooting for Stars

It's been a long day -- 4:15 AM to 7 PM at Zion National Park.  Still, no photos...  have to process them when I get home tomorrow night.

Got up at 4:15 AM.  To challenge myself and overcome my fear of darkness in mountains and canyons, I left my hotel room around 5:15 AM, drove through the narrow roads surrounded by the DARK, DARK canyons...  I did not have a specific goal for the early morning, just wanted to stay in the dark and look at the mountains and stars to see if I would still be afraid.  The sad truth is -- my fear was still totally in control, so I sat in my car for about 20-30 minutes with the doors securely locked!!

Several photographers came to the same location, parked next to me and went out in the dark to set up their gears for "star shooting".  I finally got the courage to come out of the car to set up my gears...  But it was a little too late, the sky started to light up, and I lost the mystery look of all the stars quickly.

So, I will have to get up early again tomorrow morning to catch my stars!!  Wish me luck.

Yeah, so much in life is about challenging ourselves -- making sure that we can eventually overcome our own fear... not just about darkness, but about all the "unknown" in life.


Sunday, 11/4/12

I kept my promise and got my starry shot!!!


 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Fall 2012 CACCA Competition

I learned today that my image "Eye-to-Eye" was sent to the Chicago Area Camera Club Association (CACCA, the Association of local photography clubs for Illinois, Wisconsin and Indiana) for the Fall 2012 Class A Competition.  It received an Award!!  

"Eye-to-Eye received a score of 24; resulting in an Award.  As additional background for you, out of a total of 59 Class A images, yours made it through all of the elimination rounds to receive one of only 5 Awards in class A."

Monday, October 1, 2012

Photography Club Competition -- Class A

As much as I love my photography "career," the sad truth is -- I have not been able to attend any of my photography club meetings ever since I took the new job in January. 

As you know, my photography club has about 100+ members, and they are divided into 3 levels.  Each year, the winner gets to move up to the higher level.  All new club members automatically get assigned to the lowest level -- Class C.  For the past 2 years, I have been moved from Class C to Class B and finally to Class A this year.  Today is the first competition of this club year, and I am competing in Class A for the first time.


I did not go to the competition, as I have been literally working until now.  Just got a text message from my friend at the club telling that I got 3 Awards out of the 3 photos I submitted for today's competition.  It's pretty amazing, makes me want to cry, as I have really put in a lot of efforts with the limited spare time I have.  With that, please allow me to share with you the 3 award-winning photos!  

Picture 1 = Golden

Picture 2 = Let me see...

Picture 3 = Eye-to-eye



Sunday, September 30, 2012

Poor Man's Full Moon

Only Rudi and Michelle know how much I obsess about the full moon, especially when it comes to the lunar calendar August 15th, which is the Chinese Moon Festival.

Well, today is the day.  So, we went to Navy Pier to find the full moon.  If nothing else, it was purely for sentimental reasons!!  When Michelle was little, we always took her to Navy Pier on Chinese Moon Festival to see the big, orange-red moon jumping out of Lake Michigan.  We would count every minute when the moon creeps out and then go up to the Ferris Wheel to eat moon-cake and watch the lake being colored into silver...

Believe it or not, today was one of the very few days (if not the only day) in recent years when the weather was perfect.  The moon did rise up from the lake.  However, some rich people were getting married at Navy Pier, so they occupied the entire back end of the Pier.  When the moon came out of the water, I was not able to photograph it because of the angle I was limited to...

Anyways, enjoy what poor people can capture, and happy Chinese Moon Festival!!



Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Dr. Michelle Zhang

Boston University School of Medicine
White Coat Ceremony, Class 2016
August 6, 2012
(181 students from 11,780 applicants) 

To become a doctor implicitly places us on the side of those who believe that the world can change.  Every medical act challenges the apparent inevitability of the world as it is and the natural history of illness, disability, and death.  People become physicians to struggle against the weight of human suffering and, thereby, place themselves squarely on the side of those who intervene in the present because they believe the future can be different.

                                                                                                                                Dr. Jonathan Mann
    

I do solemnly swear by whatever I hold most sacred, that:

I will be loyal to the profession of medicine and just and generous to its members;

I will lead my life and practice my art in uprightness and honor;
 
I will do no harm;

Into whatever house I enter it shall be for the good of the sick and the well to the utmost of my powers;

I will hold myself aloof from wrong, from corruption, and from the tempting of others to vice;

I will exercise my Art solely for the cure of my patients and the prevention of disease, and will give no drugs and perform no operation for a criminal purpose, and far less suggest such a thing;

Whatsoever I shall see or hear of the lives of men and women which is not fitting to be spoken, I will keep inviolably secret;

These things I do promise.

In proportion as I am faithful to this oath, may happiness and good repute be ever mine; the opposite if I shall be forsworn.









Saturday, August 4, 2012

Michelle's Personal Statement for Med School


Michelle will start her med school career at Boston University School of Medicine on Monday, 8/6/12.  It’s been a “long” journey leading up to this point, and please allow me to share with you her personal statement.


Personal Statement
By Michelle Zhang
June 2011

In philosophy, we consider epistemological questions about the acquisition of knowledge. How do we procure justified knowledge? How can we assess the truth-value of such knowledge? And the most relevant question to medicine: what do we do when we have reached the outer limits of our knowledge? I volunteered at Sunrise Assisted Living, on the “Reminiscence” floor, which was home to elderly folks with dementia. This world, it seemed, was one that medical knowledge could not touch – despite the relentless research in this field, there is still no way for medicine to bring the mind back to its rightful owner. Joe was small and round-faced, always smiling and oftentimes lucid enough to carry on a conversation. One afternoon, we had been chatting as usual when, for a moment, he paused and very softly confided in me: “I know something’s wrong with me, but I just can’t place it. I know something’s not right.” The moment caught me completely off guard, but I responded with something along the lines of: “We all feel that way sometimes. It’s okay.” I could have told him the truth about his disease; instead, I chose to tell another kind of truth that side-stepped the question, but hopefully provided Joe with what he was desperately seeking. He confided in me not because he necessarily needed answers, but because he was terrified and needed, above all else, a reason not to be. Though, in medicine, we might not have any more answers with which to improve the body, we can nonetheless do everything possible to calm the soul.

The particularly audacious branch of philosophy known as philosophy of mind aims to understand the nature of consciousness, subjectivity, and identity. How is it that we have an experience that is uniquely our own? Medicine extends this question to an even more confounding phenomenon: how do we reconcile this experience that is uniquely our own with the experience of a patient, which is uniquely his own? How do we relate to a patient so that we are seen as a friend and an ally during, perhaps, the bleakest moments of his life? I was stocking linens in one of the rooms in Carle Hospital’s oncology department when I heard the woman in the bed groaning as if in a great deal of pain. “Ma’am,” I said, “are you alright?” It turned out that she was supposed to have surgery that day, and thus had not been allowed to eat or drink anything. She was parched, her lips cracked and dry, and all she wanted was a drink of water. I knew I couldn’t give her that, but I could try to distract her from her discomfort. I sat down next to her and talked to her about cats, a subject of which she was apparently quite fond. I assured her that her surgery would be over before she knew it, and that the fridge would be fully stocked with delicious beverages when she got out. To borrow and augment a few of David Hume’s words: it is important to be a doctor, but amidst all your doctoring, to be still a man. It is essential to relate to others on a basic but fundamental level, and to be able to recognize oneself not as a healer or a savior, but as one human being helping another. 

Political philosophy seeks to understand societal structures that provide the best possible outcome for the greatest number of people. How should we delegate power? How should we distribute property? Working in healthcare, we find that we often face the same questions: how can we distribute our limited resources and personnel in the most effective way, so that the general population receives the best possible healthcare? The Sharewood Project, a free clinic run by Tufts Medical School, is set up at the First Church in Malden every Tuesday evening. Using paneling, wood blocks, and Velcro, we create a crude imitation of a doctor’s office so that individuals who cannot afford a visit to the doctor can still receive healthcare. My job as a volunteer is to triage the incoming patients – take their blood pressure, heart rate, and chief complaint. Though the ailments we deal with are not life-threatening, they cause discomfort and can potentially become serious. Despite our limited resources, we still make every effort to provide our patients with quality care in order to ensure that upon leaving Sharewood, they feel better equipped to manage their conditions. Our patients’ stories teach me about one of the greatest difficulties in medicine today: the lack of proper resources, and the unfortunate consequences that result. Being involved with Sharewood has undermined my confidence in the current healthcare system, but continues to affirm my faith in the power of individuals to confront formidable issues to help others.

The fundamental concerns of medicine, I believe, extend beyond the scope of science. Patient care – for individuals as well as for the population as a whole – requires a kind of understanding that transcends the level of technical knowledge. In my opinion, the questions that have occupied philosophers for centuries are relevant to the overall improvement of the medical field. I carry these questions with me into my pursuit of medicine, and it is this unique perspective that will allow me to gain a thorough understanding of how to provide the best care for my patients.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

姑妈一路走好!


Aunt 汤荭passed away on July 3rd, 2012 at 6:36 AM in Beijing at age 92.

 
亲爱的姑妈,

你圆满地走完了一生,在宁静中离开我们,走向了充满鲜花和芬芳的新世界。愿你一路平安!

想来我已在美国生活24年,中文越来越差,但我还是想让这封信带去我对你的感激和祝福。

直至今日,我还记得你为我上小学一年级买的第一个铅笔盒。是个小小的铁盒子。很简单,上 面画着南京长江大桥,但我一直都很喜欢它。后来上了初中,你又为我换上了一个崭新的吸铁石铅笔盒,里面还有一块很香的香橡皮。在最初的几个星期 里,我每天都要把那个吸铁石铅笔盒打开无数次。把铅笔拿出来,放回去,再拿出来,再放回去,最后小心熠熠地把吸铁石关上。也许我从来都没有机会告诉你那个 崭新的塑料铅笔盒为我带来了多大的快乐。

记得小的时候,每年春节你都从河南为我们带花炮。当时在南三楼所有孩子里,我们的花炮最精彩。很多小朋友都问我从哪里买到的这麽好的花炮,我总是很骄傲地说:是我姑妈从河南给我们买的。回想起来,那些五彩缤纷的花跑为我们当年暗淡的生活添加了无限的色彩,至今我还清晰地记得那个小黄鸡的花炮,一点燃小黄鸡就到处乱窜。。。

后来改革开放,你每次出国都为我们带回新奇的东西。记得第一次你去南斯拉夫,为我们带回了一个小计算器。我简直无法想象那小小的方盒子能在百分之一秒内精确地算出 365x365=133,225。那个小方盒子从此为我打开了科技的窗口,把我引向了一个崭新的世界。从罗马尼亚,你为我们带回来两个小盘子:一方一园。我一直都很喜欢那两个盘子。汤明要了园的,我要了方的。有很长一段时间我都在想,如果我要了园盘子生活会是怎样呢?

想来小时候的很多想法都很幼稚,但重要的是,你为我们精心做的每一件事都为我们的童年带来了无限的快乐。

年年初,我有幸拜读了你90岁高龄写的回忆录,感触万分。我只希望你深深地知道你在有生之年为家人,亲朋和好友带来了多少欣慰。我也很高兴今年五月回国时 还见到了你。我们用小黑板交流,那时你的头脑和记忆都很好,特别让我敬佩。我只是遗憾那天我没有时间和你一起回忆你为我的童年带来的快乐。。。但 愿这封短信能带去我对你的感激之心,而这些美好的记忆会跟随我一生。

姑妈一路走好!


汤培

2012.7.6

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

White Pelicans

Sunday, 6/24/12

I have to urge myself to slow down...  I NEED to understand that there is a difference between "living life exhaustively" and "living an exhaustive life!"

Spent 10 hours shooting white pelicans by the Mississippi River under the extreme heat and resulting in severe sunburns -- pretty crazy stuff, and I still feel like there is so much I need to do, and I am never good enough!!




Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Father's Day!!

In the spirit of Michelle's recent college graduation, I dug out a picture of Rudi and Michelle taken 21 years ago on June 9th, 1991 -- the day when Rudi and I graduated.  Little Michelle was wearing my graduate cap...  Yeah, that's how young we were back then -- young and hopeful and full of dreams... -:)

Happy Father's Day!
  


Saturday, June 16, 2012

Tranquility

Yeah, it's about time to bring some sanity and tranquility to life...



Conquer Fear

Sunday, 6/3/2012

For those of you who really know me, you know I fear height to the extreme end.

Well, I visited the Horseshoe Band in Arizona this weekend and realized that this might be one of the best ways to "conquer fear."  I climbed up to the cliff not once, not twice, but 3 times to take the final shot (see Picture 3).

Picture 1 shows you how steep the cliffs are to the river bank.













Picture 2 shows you how crazy some of the photographers are when it comes to getting their shots.  Look at the guy's tripod.  If this is not insanity, what is???



Picture 3 shows you how I need to crawl up to the edge of the cliff, set up my tripod, hold on to my camera and take the full circle shot of the "Horseshoe Band."  The image is not perfect, but the effort to challenge my fear must be recognized.  This was one of those 4 AM deals again, and I actually made 3 separate trips to the place this weekend to take this shot!!!

 












Page, Arizona
6/3/12


Friday, 6/8/2012

Aside from risking my life on top of those cliffs, I also tried to get down to the deep underground canyons formed by desert flash floods...  At the bottom of the canyon, when I texted an image of the Antelope Canyon to Michelle, she texted back with a warning message saying....


Picture 1 = Rocky Mountain Sunset



Picture 2 = Desert Flash Flood

Antelope Canyon, Arizona
6/2/12

Sunday, May 20, 2012

The Graduation

Michelle graduated today with Summa Cum Laude, and delivered a graduation speech with deep philosophical reflections....

Philosophy means, literally, “love of wisdom”. So what kind of wisdom have I gained from my education in philosophy, and why is it valuable? Well, I can tell you this much – I still don’t know why we’re here, I can’t tell you what happens after death, and I am no closer to understanding the meaning of life. In fact, if anything, I am more confused now than I was at the outset of my college career. But this confusion no longer feels disorienting or overwhelming; rather, it feels like guidance. Ultimately, I haven’t developed a ‘philosophy’ of life; I haven’t discovered rules by which to live. Instead, I’ve come to realize that it is precisely a life rich with unanswered questions that has the most direction.  

What does it mean to have lived well, and how do we do it? Do we devote ourselves to acquisition and development of virtues? Do we live in accordance with a categorical imperative? Do we work to maximize the happiness of those around us? Or do we work to maximize our own? To me, these all seem to be compelling suggestions, and four years of philosophical education have brought me no closer to singling out one particular answer. Perhaps only living will teach me how to live well. But philosophy has given me prescriptions with which to experiment: for example, Aristotle’s belief that excellence is not an act, but a habit; Kant’s command that we must never treat men merely as means, but rather as ends in themselves; Peter Singer’s challenge to recognize our moral obligation to perform so-called “acts of charity”. I don’t think any of us can say for sure how we ought to live now so that in the future, we’ll feel confident that we’ve lived well. But these are starting points from which I can develop my own vision of how I’d like to live, so that in my future, I’ll have fewer doubts, if any, about whether or not I’ve done right by myself.

Courses in epistemology and skepticism have led me to questions regarding knowledge. What constitutes ‘knowledge’? What does it amount to? What are its limits? Philosophy has taught me that our knowledge rarely, if ever, satisfies the criterion of certainty. Though we go through our daily lives taking numerous facts for granted, I’ve learned that it doesn’t take all that much of a change in our way of thinking to throw all of those facts into question. I don’t take this to mean that we ought to go around tip-toeing, fearing that the very ground beneath us might cease to exist, but it does mean that we ought to practice humility. We should allow for the possibility of being wrong, even – and especially –  when we’re absolutely sure of ourselves. In the field of medicine, I’ll be working with hard facts, proven procedures, and verified treatments. I trust that the concrete confidence of science will give me the necessary confidence to become a great doctor. At the same time, I trust that the perspective that I’ve gained from philosophy will keep me in check, reminding me that I am fallible, despite all my certainty. I have no doubt that our knowledge can amount to a great deal, like the prevention and treatment of disease. But I believe also that humility – acknowledging our personal limits, respecting the opinions of others, recognizing the possibility of alternative answers – is just as important, if not more.

Philosophy of mind is a particularly audacious branch of philosophy because it aims at questions that we might be fundamentally barred from answering. What does consciousness consist in?  How do we even begin to investigate something from which we can’t detach ourselves? Through the very process of observing consciousness, we invariably invoke consciousness. We can’t separate ourselves from our own mind in order to objectively observe its function, but we also can’t access someone else’s. This is certainly a cause for frustration. But rather than throwing our hands up and calling it quits, philosophers embrace this challenge and strive fervently for answers. We team up with cognitive science, psychology, neurobiology, computer science – a number of different disciplines in an attempt to solve the ultimate mystery. Hard questions don’t deter us. On the contrary, they invigorate us, excite us, and push us to test the limits of our capacity for understanding. As human beings, we are gifted with a mind so brilliant that it is unparalleled by anything else we’ve encountered. Though we’re still far from unraveling its mysteries, we nevertheless do justice to this gift by tenaciously facing some of the most daunting puzzles of our time.    

Wisdom, perhaps, is not knowing all the answers, but rather, having the right questions. What philosophy has given me is the ability to develop more questions for every answer that I come across. I believe that the best education is not the one that gives you a full and complete account of something, but instead, the one that teaches you how much more there is to learn.  

Thank you, everyone, for giving me the opportunity to share my reflections with you. I want to acknowledge my parents, who have always understood, supported, and encouraged my fascination with philosophy. I want to thank all of my amazing professors for making my time in the classroom more inspiring and intriguing than I could have imagined. And to my fellow graduating seniors, I wish you the best in all your future endeavors, and may wisdom always guide you on your journey.


 

Friday, May 18, 2012

Congratulations!

Dear Chelle-chelle,

Congratulations on your college graduation, congratulations on receiving the award and high honors, congratulations on all the A+s you've earned over the past 4 years, congratulations on getting into your favorite med school, and most of all, congratulations on becoming wiser and more mature...

As we turn the page, I hope you can take a minute to review the blue lines I wrote for you in the email below from 4 years ago.  They remain to be very true...  In addition, a few more lines for you to carry with you into the future -

1.  Learn to live a simplified life -- manage and organize all aspects of your life effectively.  Simplicity is the key to a clear mind!  Simplicity is the key to focus!!  Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication!!!

2.  Learn to live a modest life -- never become a slave of materialism.  Live a simple, comfortable life for yourself, not for anyone else.

3.  Learn to be precise in everything you do.  Being a doctor is not easy, it requires years of training to become absolutely disciplined and precise in everything you do at all times.

4.  Learn to cherish every opportunity in life and take full advantage of it.  Attached is the final transcript for your career at Tufts.  Read through each grade from each semester and think about what you've learned from it.

5.  Learn to develop real-world survival skills to support yourself financially.

6.  Always, always, always remember the importance of your family.  

Love,
Mom




----- Forwarded Message -----
From: Pei Tang <tang_pei@yahoo.com>
To: Pei Tang <tang_pei@yahoo.com>
Sent: Thursday, August 21, 2008 6:05 PM
Subject: The little bird's gotta fly...

Yeah, I know, the little bird's gotta fly...


We are heading out to Boston first thing tomorrow morning and will get to Tufts University by 1 pm on Saturday.  

We packed a piece of Naperville in our SUV, and that's all Michelle can hang on to as she moves on with her life. 

We also packed a copy of the 70-page book I wrote for Michelle when she graduated from high school.  As I read the ending of the book again, I realized it still accurately captures what I would say to her today -- 

Do you still remember the long conversations we had in the car during our road trips to NYU and Tufts? 
 
I told you to take good care of your health and safety.  Your future will depend on your physical and mental health.  You are the only one who can really take care of yourself.
 
I told you to focus on self-development to become a kind, loving, caring, considerate, tolerant, humble, passionate, disciplined and devoted person with bigger and deeper capacities to meet the challenges of the future.
 
I told you to keep challenging yourself to become a well-balanced and well-controlled person with a noble goal to contribute to human society in your lifetime.
 
I told you to truly understand the importance of managing human relationships.  Your IQ can only take you to a certain level.  Your EQ is what makes the difference in your ability to achieve success.
 
I told you to cherish and nurture friendships in life.  Good friends are the best resources to help you grow healthily into the future.
 
I told you to remember how much Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa love you.  Never forget, life can take you to many unexpected places, but love can always bring you back home.
 
I told you to call me anytime when you need me.  I told you to call me anytime even if you don’t need me...   
 
Chelle-chelle, tomorrow is full of promises.  You are the only one who can realize your own dreams and fulfill the promises life has to offer.  Keep your dreams alive and pursue them with passion, determination, confidence, persistence, discipline and hard work.
 
There is so much more I should or need to tell you.  But I know it's time to let you go and let you fly...  Be safe, be wise and be well.