bienvenide a mi espacio

Tomó la pluma lista para escribir en su libreta. Se había quedado mirando la hoja en blanco durante varios minutos, y aunque tenía una idea de lo que quería escribir, su mano no respondía; era como si algo la estuviera sosteniendo, una clase de fuerza invisible e intangible que, sin embargo, podía percibir en su cuerpo, especialmente en su brazo derecho. “Tengo miedo”, pensó. Y recordó la conversación que había tenido con Gollo unos días antes.   - ¿Y qué si no es bueno? - … ¿Cómo? - Que qué importa si lo que escribes no es bueno, ¿qué importa si a nadie le gusta? - Pero si a nadie le gusta, entonces ¿para quién escribo? Si nadie me quiere leer entonces sólo pierdo mi tiempo. - Escribes para ti, y aún si a ti no te gusta lo que escribes, seguiría sin importar. Lo que deberías preguntarte no es “para quién” sino “por qué”; ¿por qué escribes? Aunque tenía experiencia escribiendo, llevaba apenas unos meses haciéndolo en una especie de diario, después de haber tomado interés en la poes...

Last semester I served as a Research mentor in a mentorship program by Frontera Devs , and got the chance to mentor an undergraduate student one-on-one about academic research. At first I was a bit nervous because it was my first time doing something like that; I’d never formally taught or mentored anyone before, let alone “teach” about conducting research, but as soon as I read my mentee’s application (all mentees were asked to provide a brief description of what they wanted to learn during the program) all of my fears were replaced with excitement. My mentee, N, asked questions that many people, especially students, have about academic research: What is it? How do I get into it? What can I research? And where do I start? Reading her application took me back to when I first joined a research lab: Back when I was still figuring out what I wanted, I had no idea what I was getting into, and didn’t even know what to expect from my supervisor. At the time I was just looking to gain career ...

- Te extrañé. Sé que puede sonar egoísta, pero es verdad... te extrañé.     Y si no te lo digo ahora, no sé cuándo podré hacerlo.

 A veces me siento sirena perdida en el vasto mar, pero hoy me encuentro en aguas familiares. No es el lugar de donde partí y aún así es extrañamente acogedor: mi cuerpo, débil y abandonado, es abrazado por este mar cálido cuyas olas empapan mi alma fatigada para tranquilizarla. No es el lugar de donde partí, pero nunca me había sentido tan ligera al nadar.

A while ago I was talking to a certain acquaintance about why it is important to consider racial differences when conducting certain social studies. I don’t remember what we were discussing exactly, but at some point I mentioned that it was impossible to get objective results, or “facts”, about people and society, simply because our social environment is in constant change. To this, my interlocutor responded that if sociologists are unable to reach discrete truths, then it must be that Sociology is not a scientific field. Although that wasn’t the first time I’d heard something like this, our conversation got me thinking about what it is that people consider to be science. Moreover, it felt to me that by disregarding a field as scientific meant that its knowledge was automatically of less value than that of other fields. I, personally, and for quite obvious reasons disagree with this view, but I’d like to share a bit of why that is the case.  Defining “Science” In The Process of Soc...