That's all folks...

It was 23 of May 2007 that I opened this blog. I brought here a part of my life, a part that I needed to share. It was a great pleasure to share with you, to you that I met or never met in person and probably will never meet and know but have felt connected enough to bear with me through whatever period you've been coming to this room.
Thank you! And who knows maybe I start blogging again in a different address, with my real or a different name and you come and feel connected again.
Love and farewell...

A Sunday post

It's a cloudy Sunday here in The Hague, after spending most of the times out yesterday and the week before you just like to sit and feel absolutely lazy. At the same time of making a warm homemade Persian meal, sorting and cleaning up a little bit, reviewing and scanning the up coming works and plans I also review the last week. If the things that happened were nice I enjoy thinking about them more than once and describing to Mr. Behi 2 or 3 times but with different formats just to make it more interesting to hear.

PS: I strongly feel that to be happy you need to believe in yourself and make peace with yourself.

Fear Memory

Amygdala is an almond shape region in the brain which has a crucial role in fear or emotional memory. This image is a close look of this region that I took with a Leica microscope just recently.
These are the neurons that got beautifully activated by a fear stimulus in the amygdala of a genetically engineered mouse brain. The bright yellow fluorescence is like a reporter saying which neurons were involved. It's very important to see what is it that some neurons can be activated because of the trigger and the other not. What are the factors that make them different from each other.
The method that we just started to use is new and seems promising. What you can see under the microscope is astonishing, really amazing!

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To give you an overall view of how my days look like I tell you this: A month ago I was recommended for physiotherapy. I requested to go to the therapist in the hospital I work as I thought it would be more practical for me to switch my places in the building I already am when needed and this has stayed only in theory so far. Not every weekend is free anymore and during the last weeks sometimes I had to leave the department not sooner than 10.p.m. I cannot feel the days and this is my wish most of the time that a day was more than 24 hours. I feel lucky that I had a chance to join a very vibrant work environment and I feel also stressed. I'm in the middle of my learning process and also in charge of the results of the project that I started. This makes me excited + stressed! I'm starting to know myself more in the new atmosphere with new challenges and in the meantime sometimes I just need to stop, to pause and grab my shoulders, look at myself and think for a little while. The painting class looks nothing like the world that I actually live and makes me feel I entered a different world; world of colors for 2 hours and got back to the real world. And the Dutch course is the latest activity that I'm taking together with Mr.B wondering when would be the possible/productive time of the day to practice and do the homework. Until I realize this goedenavond!

Lab memoirs (?)

I try to avoid turning here to a lab memoirs and it's worked only via the not writing approach so far. I guess after a while when I feel more settled, I can see the whole me and not only me at the lab. Or maybe I let it go and start writing about my work, after all this chapter is new and truly exciting.
PS: Painting is amusing

To catch up

The second weekend after starting my work and I don't know from where I should start. I've been learning various techniques. I need to know the basic experimental and theoretical aspects of my own research. I'm expected to be creative with new suggestions and ideas and I'm overwhelmed with loads of skills I need to acquire and things I should learn. Every night I sleep so quickly or almost faint. People ask me how are you? I say I'm great and I literally mean that. I have my own concerns though, can I meet all the requirements that I'm tilted to accomplish?

Update...

We were 35 in high school. 7 of us entered different majors in different universities. The rest got married soon after they graduated high school as a small town's custom would expect them to do. We drifted apart and every now and then I would search through the internet or Facebook to see if I could find a trace of any of them but no success, until recently that I heard news on the smartest of them all, one of the 7. She had an accident in one of the streets of Tehran. She passed away and left her little child behind.