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FRÜHER WARER BESSER

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 22. Mai 2024

Das hier ist das Archiv des Oh. You Here. Blog von Joram. 10 Jahre Quatsch sind
zu schade zum löschen, aber es braucht auch Platz für was neues. Deswegen hier
einmal alles in statisch und fix für die, die auf Origin-Stories stehen.

Zur Technik: Suche und alle interaktiven Dinge gehen nicht mehr, aber klicken
und lesen und sowas geht noch. Viel Spass.



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HELLO %NAME%

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 2. Januar 2021

I love speaking in public, mostly because I am a damn narcissist who finds
nothing more enjoyable than hearing himself talk (out of all my qualities, this
is the one that defines me most as male, I guess). So naturally, whenever I have
the chance, I hop on that soap box and share my wisdom with anyone who
accidentally stumbles across my corner of the internet.

This year, however, brought an opportunity to test even my narcissistic nerves.
Every year, the Chaos Communication Congress brings together a large number of
hackers and nerds to talk about computers, science, tech and society and every
year I am in awe because of the amazing stuff the volunteer organisers pull off.
There are usually talks and many of them are of great quality and hundreds or
thousands of people watch live and later the recorded talks online.

Because of, well, everything, the congress did not happen this winter. It was
transformed into a remote event, like so many other events in 2020, and while I
was sad af about not walking through the halls of blinking LEDs, the online
event gave me the confidence to do something I never did before: I submitted an
abstract for a talk.

I chose the topic of scientific literacy, because it is very important for
society to understand science and it is also the only thing I have some sort of
expertise in. I read a lot of papers, I talk a lot about science and academia,
so I thought why not feed my inner narcissist by spreading my wisdom?

I guess I was lucky that this year was strenuous for many people and the call
for papers was not as frequented as the years before. I once had insights into
the selection process in past years and there were dozens of talks submitted to
the science track and the chances of getting through were small. This year, I
imagined much less competition, which would explain why they picked me.

Well, I had my doubts when I received the email. I quickly got my questions
answered, though, and was quite confident that yes indeed, they wanted me to
talk. Yay!

Together with confirmation came a deadline for submitting pre-recorded talks –
that was only three days away. And that in the week before Christmas, with no
child care and a hard (well, German-kinda hard, so not really hard) lockdown in
place. So I wrote the script, recorded my audio and animated my talk mostly at
night, which was fun but also made it necessary to really check for typos
afterwards. I got a pretty rough cut ready for the deadline and could polish it
a bit in the following days.

While it was really stressful to get my talk ready in just three days, I was
also happy that I could pre-record it. I don’t like giving talks in front of my
screen and, what’s worse, with the approaching day of my presentation, I got
more and more nervous – despite having done 90% of the work already. All that
was left to do was to do a quick Q&A session afterwards.

Still, I was getting more jittery by the day. What if they didn’t care for my
talk? What if I got stuff really wrong? In the short amount of time I couldn’t
really test my talk with anyone but Tegan, who had some great feedback, but she
is also my friend, so what if she was just nice when she said it was good? I
really didn’t want to look like a fool in front of the hundreds of nerds that
potentially might tune in on my talk, at lunch time on day 2.

What I came to realise was that this was the first time where I really cared
about the opinion of the people watching me. In scientific contexts, where I did
most of my talks before, I rarely spoke to audiences whose opinions about me
mattered a lot, and I was also quite sure about the stuff I was saying. I had
showed the experiments that I had done and explained why they didn’t work and
that was it. This time, at rC3, the audience would know my social media, they’d
know my voice and face, it would be recorded for all eternity and many would
have their own opinionated views on the scientific system. If I’d fail here, I’d
fail hard.

So the big day came. I was connected to the broadcasting team, heard the voice
of my moderator but couldn’t see them (thanks to years of podcast training that
wasn’t a big problem and I anyway tend to just look at myself whenever there are
a bunch of squares with faces on my screen (I’m like a weird bird fascinated by
my own reflection)) and then my pre-recorded talk was broadcasted and the Q&A
happened. Luckily, there were questions, and nice ones, so my moderator didn’t
have to come up with stuff on the fly and then it was over.

It was great. It went great. People liked it (so they told me on twitter) and so
far, no one has debunked any of the points I made yet. Yay!

Which made this talk a late highlight of my year 2020, that wasn’t a lot of fun,
otherwise. rC3 itself was a bit of a mixed bag of experiences but the talk was a
lot of fun. Would recommend.

If you’re curious now about the talk, you can watch the recording here. My
sources and more info is on this site.

I wish you all a happy new year 2021. Let’s hope that congress in 2021 can be in
person again.



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ELECTRO CONSCIOUS

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 15. August 2020

For years, I wanted a cargo bike. Cargo bikes, however, are big, expensive and
therefore quite the investment. 

The thing is, I don’t have a driver’s license. I live in Berlin, and the city
has a fantastic public transport system. I’m not gonna lie, though, the main
reason I never got my license was first money and then time. During late high
school, when all parents bought their children driver licenses, my parents just
couldn’t afford dropping a massive amount of money on me learning to direct a
motorised vehicle through traffic. 

Later, when I earned my own money, I just didn’t want to spend the time to
attend a driving school, spend hours next to a guy who smells of stale coffee
and cold cigarettes in a car and learn about the road sign for cattle crossing
in 550 meters. Instead, I used my hard earned cash on second hand analogue
cameras, which objectively is just a better investment.

It’s not that I lived without cars in my vicinity. My wife knows how to drive
and drove me already all around Berlin and Iceland. I also enjoy being a
passenger in many of my friends’ cars. Turns out, cars are really good at going
places fast and transport things as well. I just never wanted to sit behind the
steering wheel of one. 

(On a side note: I recently had the opportunity to play realistic driving games
at friend’s place, complete with stick shift, driving wheel with forceful
feedback and adjustable racing seat. It was sort of fun to pretend-drive across
rally tracks, but also the sort of fun that doesn’t invite itself back into your
life anytime soon.)

No car for me meant relying on public transport and bikes. Public transport is
great most of the time and the rising “sharing economy”, which is a just a
short-time renting economy, of bikes and scooters provided enough mobility for
most of my daily travels. I lugged bags of groceries on foot from the shop to
the subway and from the station home. I rode the train to Kreuzberg and
scootered my way to my destination.

It was only when I discovered the fLotte that my life found a new purpose.
fLotte is a non-commercial free service of renting cargo bikes in Berlin. I
booked the bikes online a couple of days in advance and then used the heavy duty
bikes to transport stuff. And I transported a lot of stuff. Garbage to the
collection site, groceries, DIY supplies, and much more other stuff. 

Every single time, the excitement of riding a 2,5 m long pedal powered vehicle
through traffic was met with the sadness of returning the rented bike to its
real home in front of an organic grocery shop. I got separation anxiety. I
didn’t want to let go.

I was briefly distracted from my obsession when my kid was born. For a few
months I had other things on my mind – until I realised that I now had another
thing to transport, and this thing is much more fragile than the egg cartons I
acquired by the dozen. I wanted, no, needed a cargo bike. With a seat, a bench
even, safety straps, rain cover and enough space to put a kid next to all the
eggs I’m buying. 

After spending way too much time researching the best cargo bikes, we picked the
second best and ordered it (for the best one I would have had to sell my first
born and then I wouldn’t need the bike anymore, would I). Having never bought a
car, I never experienced the joy of adding optional luxuries to the order of my
vehicle. Instead of self-aware AC and leather covered passenger lights, I got
the retro package with white tires and a two-tone bell – and an electric motor. 

Suddenly, I was propelled through space not only by the power of my ham strings
and calves but also by an autonomously shifting electric motor. Is this what
driving feels like? So fast, so quick, so effortless? Is this why people control
cars? Should I learn how to do it as well? 

Nah. I prefer the open air and the potential to become fit if I ever turned off
the eager electrical engine. Being propelled by electrons rushing from minus to
plus brings its own problems. I call it being electro conscious. Us cyclists,
we’re a people united by our struggle against the motorised vehicles and their
constant demand for public space. But when I stand next to another cyclist at a
red light, I feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. Of course, this is not
due to my exhaustion from cycling, as I have an electric motor. I feel anxious
because when the light turns green, I’ll zoom away, in my oversized, 28 kg
bicycle, filled to the brim with eggs and beer, while the other cyclist, on
their regular people bike, struggles to get going. 

“I’M SORRY!”, I want to yell, “THIS BIKE IS ELECTRIC, DON’T FEEL BAD ABOUT
LAGGING BEHIND, I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING MYSELF, IT’S ALL IN THE MOTOR! LOOK, I’M
NOT EVEN PEDALLING PROPERLY! I’M NO DIFFERENT FROM YOU!”

I never do that, though. I just feel bad for showing other cyclists that they
can’t even keep up with a fat guy on a cargo bike.



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GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE ABOUT

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 14. August 2020

Hey.

This is new. Well. Kinda.

It’s an old site with fresh(ish) new looks to it.

It’s been bothering me for a while that I have this site that I used to write
kinda a lot on, diary stuff, travel stories, the occasional recipe, and then,
with much less of a boom and more of a fizzle, I stopped. I have one (1) baby
now and if you want to know more about my daily life please just pick any random
dad blogger, because it is all the same for everyone. For realsies.

So, I decided that I won’t join the daddy blogger scene and retell the story of
how important organisation is and how everything changes every other month. At
least for now.

Back to my hitherto abandoned little web log project.

I don’t like leaving things hanging with no proper finish, so I always had this
thing here on the back of my mind. A few days ago, I needed to do some backend
modernisation so that my email still works (mostly to attract spam, but still)
so I also touched the frontend. And boy did I not enjoy this.

From all the information technology (InTe for people who want to use wrong
acronyms) fields, frontend development has to be my most despised area. Making
servers work, writing bioinformatic code or just creating the code for an
amazing app is fun and games (sometimes quite literally).

But! HTML and CSS are the Microsoft Office of coding languages for they are
ambiguous, full of ancient traditions and mostly used by people who don’t really
know how to the thing professionally (i.e. me). They exist for a reason, and it
would be a loss to not have them, but using them is eternal agony. And both
HTML/CSS and Microsoft Office have their devout fan community telling you that
„it’s not that bad“ and „if you spend a lot of time with it you can do things!“
Well, they’re wrong, I spent time with both and look at me, not doing things.

I tried to remove the author section from the metadata field in the php files. I
literally deleted all occurrences of any line of code that was linked to the
author metadata. And voilà! It still says on every post that it is written by
me. I don’t know where Mr. WordPress draws that information from. He must have a
hidden stack of code that I can’t find (to delete random parts) and so I did
what all sane people do at this point. I gave up. I hope you’re happy with the
knowledge that the posts on this website that only I have access to are actually
written by me, as indicated by the little author metadata blob.

So yeah, screw frontend stuff.

k. bye.



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OF THINGS THAT ARE UP

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 23. September 2019



Hey.

It’s been a while. A year, to be exact. Last thing on here is a recipe for
pastel de nata. Funny enough, we only learned about the true knowledge for
pasteis creation after that post.

So much has happened in between.

In a futile attempt to do the passed time justice, I’ll recap things here for
both of my readers (hello!👋).

A year ago, I had transitioned into sci-comm as a professional in a small
Potsdam based sci-comm office, conveniently attached to my former workplace
during my PhD. I had my own little projects and some bigger things I was
involved in, but it was all very tame and straightforward.

Oh, and also Doro was very very pregnant.

All of the last quarter of 2018, and the first of 2019, was a weird transition
period. We still had time and sleep (Doro continuously less so) but also had to
take things slower, attend doctor appointments and reduce the minimal amount of
partying to almost zero.

To enjoy a last pre-birth travel and some sunlight, we went to Portugal and
learned about the art of baking pasteis. I make pretty good pasteis now.



Then, we went to Leipzig and enjoyed the Chaos Communication Congress. Doro had
to go easy on the mate and we had a good time. Here is a photo. It’s not a good
photo. It just shows how we have been at 35c3.

I’m using my photo roll as a reference for what happened when because, honestly,
I don’t remember much. My memory has been wiped clean and I heavily rely on
technology to fill in the many gaps. If someone would be to hack my photoroll
and replace it with one of a complete stranger, chances are I wouldn’t notice.

2019 began like many other years with January first. On one of the many
following days, Tegan and I launched something that grew to be something I’m
really proud of: Plants and Pipettes. In a blog and podcast we present, discuss
and have fun with molecular plant science. I’m quite in love with the stuff we
created and still create. We are so free and independent in our work that it is
a pleasure to try out things, do everything the way we like and just have a good
time.

Plants and Pipettes is also a way for me to play around with illustration as I
draw pretty much every figure we publish. I always wanted to learn more about
drawing and now I can say that I did. Here is a drawing of a confused mouse and
an Arabidopsis plant.Funnily enough, we were not the only ones growing new
humans. A good friend shared pretty much the same due date with us, and others
followed in the weeks after. Suddenly, a pretty baby-less world was all about
babies and only babies. Weird what an age group can do for you. 

Looking back at the months leading up to birth day, my photo stream doesn’t tell
too many exciting stories. I ate a lot of Japanese food with friends, cooked a
lot of karaage chicken and traveled for work to Münster. Basic stuff. 

One of the last things we did before the day was to enjoy cherry blossom in
Berlin. 


And then, it happened. On April 6th we began a new part of our lives. What
followed were the hardest 8 weeks we ever experienced. The joy about having a
healthy boy lasted only briefly before we were crushed by exhaustion,
desperation and pain.

I don’t really want to lay out all the details here. Instead, I’ll summarise it
like this: Sometimes you’re lucky with childbirth. More often, you’re not.
Downstream of a bad start is a worse first period where healing overlays with
figuring things out and where a newborn struggles with basics and the parents
struggle with everything.

It’s weird. I know that the first 8 weeks were the absolute worst. I had never
felt worse in my life. Thanks to hormones, time and sleep deprivation however,
this period feels harmless and tame. Only when looking back at some photos I
remember how bad it was.

Here is me at 2 am with a screaming baby in a carrier.

All bad things come to an end. Almost to the day, after 8 weeks everything
changed for the better. The boy learned to drink, we healed enough to begin to
share some work and all of a sudden we could begin being a family.

I hope I never experience anything like these first weeks ever again. I know
that I’m incredibly privileged to have only suffered once, briefly and just by
caring for a newborn and not by being subjected to violence or terror. Still,
this very first time was no time of joy.

Today, however, stands in stark contrast to the first 8 weeks. We are a happy
family, I am enjoying my parental leave after my contract at the sci-comm office
ran out and the boy is developing beautifully. He is far from being an easy
child but he is a happy and bright one.

Here is me, begin a cool dad in the subway.

I still sometimes wonder whether this is real. Us, being parents, him, being
here for pretty much ever (if all goes well), and the focus being on just that:
raising a child.

So, that’s what I have been up to. Small stuff. Big stuff. Busy stuff.

I don’t know what will happen with this blog. Yearly updates? Turning this whole
thing static? Shifting focus and becoming a daddy blogger? I don’t know. I guess
both of you have to just roll with the punches.

If you care for more updates, check my instagram and consider following
plantsandpipettes.com. I think it’s really cool.



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PASTEIS DE NATA RECIPE

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 23. September 2018



Here is my recipe for pasteis de nata – Portugese custard tarts. This is my
version of it and because I don’t want to forget it, I’m posting it here. 

Weiterlesen „Pasteis de Nata recipe“
 * Schlagwörter baking, pasteis, pasteis de nata, recipe

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THIS POST IS GULASCH

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 2. September 2018



What do you do when you have a ton of ingredients and no the energy to create a
dozen different dishes? Gulasch. Everything in one pot, cooked slowly, yum! This
is what this post is. 

gimme more… „This Post is Gulasch“


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MADEIRA

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 29. April 2018



When friends invite you to their wedding party, you don’t say no. Especially not
when it is on Madeira. What better reason is there to go than to finish a week
of holidays with a splendid festival of two of your friends‘ love. And it gets
even better if you don’t go alone but bring 10 friends and live together in one
house.

Weiterlesen „Madeira“
 * Schlagwörter holiday, Landscape, Madeira, Nature, Photo, wedding

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I HAVE BEEN IN JAPAN

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 8. Januar 2018



Last year was a good year when it comes to travelling. Not only was I so lucky
to see the amazing Iceland with Doro, thanks to her identity as an international
woman of mystery she could bring me along to Japan as well.

And so I left Europe for the first time ever on an international flight to
Tokyo.

Weiterlesen „I have been in Japan“
 * Schlagwörter 2017, holidays, Japan, Photo, Tokyo, travel

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DORAM ON ICE

 * Beitragsautor Von joram
 * Beitragsdatum 13. August 2017



Whoa it has been a long time.

Welcome back, me.

I brought something special to make up for the long silence. Photos from the
most beautiful place I ever visited. Iceland.

Weiterlesen „Doram on Ice“
 * Schlagwörter doramonice, iceland, Photo, photos, travel

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