Wednesday, October 9, 2024

Running to Schiphol

Last Thursday, I flew to Amsterdam for Tim Gubner's PhD defense. The defense was on Friday. I booked an extra day for myself in the city, since I like Amsterdam and I thought it would be a nice break after the extra-busy September.

I have been to Amsterdam many times at this point. This time, I did two things differently.

Firstly, for the stay, I picked a part of the city that I haven’t stayed before to explore something different, meaning I chose a hotel that was not 10-20mins walk to the central station. This choice came with the extra benefit of an additional m2 at a cheaper price for my stay while still being in a central location. 

Second, I didn't inform any of my friends living in the area, since I needed some time for myself, like it is expressed in that beautiful Lucinda Williams song Side of the Road

And I had a lovely day in Amsterdam.

Then, it was time to go back. From my hotel, the easiest route to the airport was taking bus 397 from Museumplein. My bus ride on the way to the hotel from the airport was ~30mins.

I was at the bus stop around 16:00. There seemed to be some delay in the bus schedule according to Google Maps, and I could see the traffic in front of us, but the cars still moved, and the bus came earlier than what Google predicted, so I got on it ~16:10. The bus moved slowly but steadily, so I decided to chill and turned on audible to continue listening to Kelly Bishop's memoir, The Third Gilmore Girl.

From the memoir, I learned that Kelly Bishop is a Tony-award-winning actress who has been rocking being a childless cat & dog lady since at least the 60s. As a Gilmore Girls nerd, I knew her as one of the pinnacles of the Amy Sherman-Palladino TV-universe, most notably for her role as Emily Gilmore, the mother to Lorelai Gilmore and grandmother to Rory Gilmore. The first time I watched the show, the mother-daughter relationship I focused on was the one between Lorelai and Rory. As I got older, in my Gilmore Girls rewatches, I became more drawn to the relationship between Emily and Lorelai and highly appreciated the existence of a matriarch like Emily on TV.  

Emily Gilmore is also part of my TV battle crew, which, in addition to Emily, includes Sister Michael from Derry GirlsOlenna Tyrell from Game of ThronesXena from Xena: The Warrior PrincessBuffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Villanelle from Killing Eve.

Let's get back to the bus, which stopped moving somewhere after two stops. It was 16:45. I had been in the bus for more than 30mins at this point.

My flight was at 18:45. I prefer being at the airport at least two hours before for within-EU-flights, since there are no passport and visa checks. I aim for three hours, otherwise. In other words, I was already late based on what I was aiming for. While there was no reason to panic yet, it was time to put Kelly and my battle crew on pause and start thinking about alternatives.

I checked Google Maps again, but it wasn't able to show me a solution. There was a tram stuck in front of us and heavy traffic left and right. It was too far to walk to the Central Station at this point (~1hour), and I wasn't sure which other station I could check. I didn't know how to call a taxi in Amsterdam, but even if I did, I wasn't sure how a taxi could enter that mess or where to walk to in order to call one. In the meantime, we managed to move a little bit, but not by much. There were no announcements by the driver. Some asked the driver to open the doors so they could leave, but all the people with luggage remained in the bus, so it wasn't only me who didn't know a better way to get to the airport.

I decided that it was time to ask for help. I approached the closest person with luggage, who was a young lady (will call her Helper Sister from now on): "Do you know any other way to get to the airport?" She shook her head and said: "No." She looked worried.

More passengers became audible asking similar questions. Some started to move toward the front of the bus, and Helper Sister and I followed. Helper Sister started chatting with another lady in Dutch. Afterwards, she told me we would get off the bus and call a taxi.

Getting off the bus took some time, since the check-in/out system of the bus was disabled and people wanted to check-out before getting out. Eventually, people simply accepted that they would have to get out of the bus without checking out.

As soon as we got out, the tram in front of us started moving. The bus door was still open, so we got back in, and the bus started moving, but only to get stuck again in a short-while. 

At this point, I started thinking "They probably have another flight to Copenhagen in the evening. It is Saturday night, it shouldn't be difficult to find space in it. In the worst case, I'll stay one more night in Amsterdam." Helper Sister was on the phone talking to someone. The driver got off the bus to talk to some other drivers who were stuck in their cars behind us and came back with no news about what was going on.

Then, Helper Sister ended her phone call and told me: "I will leave and try something else, you can come with me." I replied: "OK."

It was ~17:15. We got off the bus. She mentioned something that I didn't fully get, but I remember hearing "I think it will be faster. But we need to walk." I said, "I am fine with walking." I blindly followed her as we alternated between fast walking and running. When we were at a spot where our side of the road was empty, meaning the cars could move, she started hitchhiking. It was the second time in my life I was hitchhiking. The first car we saw stopped. It was a mother and daughter in one of these small cars that requires the people in the front to exit the car in order for people to sit in the back. We did that at the side of the road and took our luggage on our lap. My luggage was a carry-on, but Helper Sister's wasn't.

Helper Sister told them directions in Dutch while in parallel explaining the situation. At least that is what I assume, as I can't really comprehend Dutch. We started to approach an Amsterdam Zuid sign, and I finally got the plan.

Where we got stuck in the bus was south of the city, which was closer to the Amsterdam Zuid station, where one can take a train to the airport. I don't know if hitchhiking was always part of the plan or if Helper Sister assumed we can walk/run to Amsterdam Zuid and improvised on the way.

We thanked the mother and daughter, they were lovely, made it to the 17:35 train, and were at the airport at 17:45. I was at my gate at 18:05 and ate a gevulde for dinner.

Helper Sister and I went our separate ways once at the airport since we were on different flights, but I thanked her a bunch before that. I don't know her name, she doesn't know mine either. The only thing I know about her is that she had a flight to Heraklion at 18:40 on that Saturday and she can speak Dutch. I don't know why she picked me from that bus full of passengers. Was it simply because I reached out to her for help? In any case, I am very grateful. I hope she had or have been having the time of her life in Heraklion.


Friday, August 23, 2024

Public Reading of Ongoing Works & on Breakfast

Breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day.

When I was a kid, my dad prepared the breakfast table for us, unless he was extremely ill or away. He is still the one who prepares breakfast at home. This is simply because he wakes up really early (~5am) as opposed to my mom who prefers sleeping longer.

After I moved away from the home my parents gave me, and lost the privilege of being served breakfast, I very rarely skipped it even if I had to rush it on some weekdays. In contrast, I don’t mind skipping lunch or dinner on a busy day.

After I moved abroad, I realized that not every country gives as much importance to breakfast as my home country. Then, breakfast became the main meal that brought me back together with family and friends.

 

Since the beginning of this year, I have been experimenting with writing a play that takes place around a breakfast table that brings back old friends. I have worked on it one evening each month on average. It has been evolving, but it is still a baby, and it will keep evolving. A part of the current draft will be read in public on August 28th at LiteraturHaus. The event is free, starts at 8pm, and also includes the works of other creatives that I had the chance to meet during this year in a writing course led by Paul Gordon. I cannot vouch for the quality of my work, but I heard excerpts from the works of others, and I can vouch for them. 

The Facebook link for the event is here.

The ticket link is here (it is free, this is just to keep the count).


Sunday, July 21, 2024

Homesickness


Early in the movie Oppenheimer, Oppenheimer is asked whether he was happier in Cambridge, UK compared to in his home country, USA. He answers, “No. I was homesick and emotionally immature ...”

I watched Oppenheimer at delphi LUX during my sabbatical in Berlin to complete my Barbenheimer, more than a month after I watched Barbie at Cinema Victoria in Cluj after VLDB Summer School. (I watched Barbie two more times afterward.) As soon as I heard Oppenheimer’s answer, I searched for my notepad and pen in my bag in the dark of the movie theater. I scribbled the answer in my notepad without seeing what I was writing. It was an answer I could deeply relate to when I think of the years I lived in Lausanne, Switzerland.

 

Whenever I visit Turkey, it is common for me to receive a question that starts with “Do you miss …”

Do I miss Turkey / Istanbul? No. I miss my parents, close family members, and friends, but not the place. 

Do I miss Zonguldak (my hometown)? No. I visited Zonguldak once in 15 years. Most of my family and friends don’t live there anymore.

Do I miss the food in Turkey? No. My eating habits used to be mocked by the fellow Turkish PhD students at EPFL for not being Turkish-like. This topic even found its way into my PhD defense ceremony video prepared by close Turkish friends. Also, I don’t need to be in Turkey to prepare the food I like for myself, since I am not picky about having the exact ingredients. Finally, as my dad likes to say, “The important thing is not the food on the table but the people around it!”

This doesn’t mean that I don’t love and care about Turkey or I don’t like visiting it and eating the food there. At this point in my life, being able to speak with people who can comprehend what I say in my native language is a luxury, and, sure, the tomatoes taste much better in Turkey. The difference is I don’t long for places or food anymore the way I did back when I lived in Switzerland. I only feel homesick for the people, and my people are scattered around many places.


I wrote about Home back when I lived in San Jose. It was my time there that made me redefine homesickness. First, San Jose became a generous home for me over time; it made me realize that I can have homes at other countries. Second, its distance to Turkey, compared to Switzerland, and the longer stretch of time I spent there without visiting Turkey forced me to look at the bigger picture; I can bare not visiting Turkey if I have to, but I need to find ways to visit the people that are part of my home or to have them over for visits.

These days, I am lucky that I get to feel like I arrived home in Copenhagen, Istanbul, Chicago, Paris, London, Stuttgart, Munich, and maybe even Zurich. Except for Copenhagen, this is because of the people that welcome me in these locations, value my presence regardless of my work affiliation, and give me a place to crash and let go of my armor.

 

During my sabbatical last year, I visited Copenhagen twice. The first visit was roughly after a month of stay in Berlin. It wasn’t because I missed Copenhagen. I wanted to attend ITU’s Teaching Award ceremony, since I was the recipient of the award that year. It was also a good excuse to see Sister in Movies and other buddies in Copenhagen. After the Hamburg-Copenhagen train passed the Danish border, I started to hear more and more Danish around me compared to German. This triggered an unexpected feeling of calm. I was back in the land where I built another home.

 

When I lived in Lausanne, whenever I arrived in Geneva airport, I felt disappointment.

When I lived in San Jose, whenever I was coming back to US from Turkey, I was upset at the airport in Istanbul but was fine by the time I landed in San Francisco.

Now, I look forward to arriving in both Istanbul and Copenhagen.


I recently re-read A Game of You; the 5th volume of The Sandman series. It is hard to pick a favorite from The Sandman, but if I absolutely had to, I would pick A Game of You, which also has a Barbie character. It was that Barbie that I quoted in the Home post: “I don’t think home is a place anymore. I think it’s a state of mind.” I am grateful for all the people and the places that help me enter that state of mind.


Sunday, June 16, 2024

Rejections: Tale of Two Papers


My (rad) research team at EuroSys 2024; from left to right, Ehsan, me, Robert, Ties. After I introduced them to Gustavo Alonso, he asked if I had a height requirement for my PhD students.

I have already written about the rejections in academia once (in a post titled Rejections). This is a never-ending story for most academics. Recently, two papers from my group got published and presented at conference workshops after 5 and 4 rejections from conferences, respectively. Hence, I decided to revisit the topic of rejections by focusing on these two papers.

Before I start with the individual papers, I would like to acknowledge a few things.

First, I have bias with respect to my own work. The main reason I work on what I work on is because I find the topic exciting and important. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be working on it.

Second, like everyone I know, I have a drive to share what I find exciting and important with others. That is why I welcome any opportunity to present our work and enjoy writing about it in the form of academic papers. Through this dissemination process, we share and build knowledge, get constructive criticism from our peers to improve the work, and start collaborations and new research directions. Not everyone shares the same level of excitement on the same research topics, though, and there is always room for improvement in a work. As a result, sometimes the feedback you receive sounds discouraging. This discouragement combined with the high dependency of one’s career on publications makes rejections difficult even though we all know that they are inevitable in our profession.

Third, I am aware that my health is the most important thing, and nothing I do or accomplish at work makes me as happy as the time I spend with the people that make me feel at home or at a movie theater or the beach. But I don’t want to diminish people’s career ambitions, especially in a world where women’s career ambitions are still under-supported, by over-emphasizing these cliché-but-true health and happiness statements.

 

An Analysis of Collocation on GPUs for Deep Learning Training

Ties Robroek, Ehsan Yousefzadeh-Asl-Miandoab, Pınar Tözün

EuroMLSys 2024 - https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.1145/3642970.3655827

This paper characterizes the performance of the different task collocation methods available on NVIDIA GPUs for deep learning training. The motivation came after realizing that not everyone that trains deep learning models is <insert your favorite big tech company here>. Thus, not every model training needs many GPUs or even the entire resources of a single GPU. This means that if we always train one model at a time on a GPU, that GPU is likely a wasted resource. Wasting hardware resources is a waste of money and energy inefficient. Studying how deep learning tasks can effectively share the resources of a GPU, therefore, made sense and was a relatively under-researched subject at the time.

We started back in September 2021 when my first PhD student[1] Ties Robroek joined my 1-person team. A couple of MSc students, Anders Friis Kaas and Stilyan Petrov Paleykov, were also interested in the topic for their MSc thesis project. The initial team was formed. 

We started with an investigation into the MIG (multi-instance GPU) technology, since it was the newest thing offered by NVIDIA GPUs at the time. MIG allows a GPU to be split into smaller units enabling task collocation with isolation guarantees.

1st reject: The MSc students finished their thesis in June 2022. SoCC (ACM Symposium on Cloud Computing) paper submission deadline was around that time. We submitted the work from their thesis there. It got rejected with overall constructive and encouraging reviews. The main issue was people thought the paper didn’t have enough lessons-learned to warrant a SoCC publication. However, we got clear ideas for improving the paper for a possible resubmission. The key suggestion was to expand the study beyond MIG and add a comparison to other collocation methods on NVIDIA GPUs namely multi-streams and multi-process service (MPS).

2nd reject: For this submission, we included EhsanYousefzadeh-Asl-Miandoab, my second PhD student, in the study. The entire paper was almost redone. We submitted the outcome to MLSys (Conference on Machine Learning and Systems) in fall 2022. It got rejected again. While the reviews were slightly less encouraging than SoCC, they were overall constructive. The reviewers didn’t find the results surprising enough, asked for deeper analysis on some experiments, suggested adding more diverse deep learning models to the study, and asked for scenarios that involve multiple GPUs.

3rd reject: Following the MLSys reviews, for the next resubmission, we added more diverse models, dug deeper into certain results, changed the metrics we report to give a finer-grained picture for the GPU resource utilization, and wrote clearer guidelines for when it makes sense to use each collocation mechanism. The last point was to address the “no surprising result” comment. Since we cannot create surprising results out of nowhere, wrapping them up in clearer “take-away messages” made more sense. Finally, we deemed multi-GPU case out-of-scope for this study, since I strongly believe in the importance of optimizing things for the smaller scale as much as the big scale.

The resulting paper was submitted to ASPLOS (ACM International Conference on Architectural Support for Programming Languages and Operating Systems) in Spring of 2023 and was rejected once again. The workload diversity was praised by some reviewers, while some others asked for alternative workloads. However, the unsurprising results and the lack of deeper insights were once again the main issues.

4th reject: I was overall optimistic after the first two rejects, because we had clear ideas for improving the paper for a resubmission. I think the paper indeed got substantially better as a result of those resubmissions. However, after the 3rd reject, I didn’t know how to improve the paper anymore. We couldn’t mockup unstraightforward results. Further in-depth analysis wasn’t easy due to not every GPU hardware detail being openly shared by the vendor. Of course, one can always apply extra analysis through more profiling and add more workloads to the study if one has infinite time. However, I thought it would be better for the students to move onto the next stage/work in their PhD at this point. They also had the desire to move on. So, we decided to resubmit the paper to HPCA (IEEE International Symposium on High-Performance Computer Architecture) during the summer of 2023 without making extensive changes to it this time around. It got rejected with similar reviews to ASPLOS.

5th reject: In one last attempt, we resubmitted the paper to SIGMOD (ACM International Conference on Management of Data) in fall of 2024 with extra results but not substantial changes. I wasn’t sure if SIGMOD was the right venue for this type of work, but as a SIGMOD reviewer I have seen papers on utilizing GPU resources better for deep learning being welcomed by some, if not most, of the program committee. I also thought that the insights we deliver on GPUs may be interesting to the data systems community. We got rejected again mainly due to straightforward lessons-learned and the topic being a borderline fit for SIGMOD.

Accept: Finally, I decided to stop trying to force this paper into a conference. Even though the amount of work we put into it was a lot, our findings were clearly not enough for a conference publication. In my team, we really like the EuroMLSys workshop (Workshop on Machine Learning and Systems) that is collocated with the EuroSys conference. Therefore, it was a natural choice for us, and the paper got accepted with a presentation slot at EuroMLSys 2024.

 

Reaching the Edge of the Edge: Image Analysis in Space

Robert Bayer, Julian Priest, Pınar Tözün

DEEM 2024 – https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.1145/3650203.3663330

This paper characterizes the performance of several resource-constrained hardware devices to determine their suitability for an image-filtering task on a small (hence, extra-constrained) satellite.

The roots of this paper also go back to 2021, though, the actual work on our end didn’t start till Spring 2022. In 2021, Julian Priest joined our lab. He is the main representative of the DISCO (Danish Student CubeSat Program) at our university. DISCO is an educational project that involves several Danish universities. It gives the students the opportunity to design and operate a small satellite. The target use case is Earth Observation; more specifically taking images of Earth from the satellite and analyzing them. The challenge with this use case is that the communication link between the Earth and the satellite isn’t your typical on-Earth internet connection; it is weak and temporary. Hence, sending all the images captured on the satellite is not an option. There is a need for image filtering on the satellite to send to Earth only the images that are of substantial interest. This need for filtering images leads to a follow-up challenge: the computation power that can be deployed on a small satellite is also small due to both space and power restrictions of the satellite. Hence, there was a need to identify the hardware device(s) to deploy on such a satellite that can satisfy the required size, power, and image filtering latency.

Since I joined ITU, I have also been interested in analyzing the performance of a variety of small hardware devices. In general, I always look for good excuses for benchmarking hardware. :) Hence, DISCO was a fantastic excuse. We also had the perfect student to lead the work, Robert Bayer, who was a student assistant with me then and is now one of my PhD students.

1st reject: The hardware benchmarking for DISCO started in Spring 2022. I thought it could be interesting to write up about the results and submit something to CIDR (Conference on Innovative Data Systems Research) 2023. CIDR values papers on interesting and challenging data systems, and in my opinion the image processing pipeline of DISCO fits into this category. The reviewers, however, didn’t agree with me on the data systems connection, so the paper got rejected. Two out of three reviewers had a positive tone, otherwise.

2nd reject: After CIDR rejection, I thought the SIGMOD 2024 Data-Intensive Applications track could be a fit for this topic. This was also suggested by one of the positive CIDR reviewers. We added one more hardware device to our study, re-measured power consumption on all devices with a more precise external device, included details on the satellite components, and submitted the paper. Around the paper submission time, April 2023, the first DISCO satellite, built based on the results presented in the submitted paper, was launched in space. I thought this submission was the best paper I had ever co-authored in my entire career (no offense to the co-authors of my other papers), but no one else agreed. The paper got rejected once again mainly due to being a misfit for SIGMOD’s data management focus.

3rd reject: After two trials with data management venues, I thought it is better to target a systems venue as also suggested by some of the reviewers who rejected the paper. Thus, we made minor adjustments to the paper based on the feedback from previous reviews and submitted it to ASPLOS 2024’s summer 2023 round. We got more detailed feedback, since no one thought the paper was a misfit to ASPLOS. However, overall, the reviewers found the results not novel and surprising enough for ASPLOS and the focus on a single application too narrow, even though they all appreciated the motivation of the work. Hence, the paper was rejected once again.

10 days after receiving this rejection, Robert won the best Computer Science MSc thesis award in Denmark for the same work.

4th reject: When we received the 3rd reject, the submission deadlines for MLSys 2024 and EuroSys 2024 were already over. They would have been other relevant systems venues for this work. The other option, which was also recommended by one of the CIDR reviewers, was MobiSys, but this was a whole different world for me, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to jump into a third community while already doing a bad job juggling data management and systems communities. Therefore, I recommended Robert to target VLDB’s (International Conference on Very Large Databases) Scalable Data Science track. Based on the call for papers, both Robert and I thought the paper’s topic fits there. We were wrong once again. The paper got rejected mainly due to being unfit for VLDB.

Accept: This paper was tied to a real-world application deployment; the first DISCO satellite. Hence, there wasn’t much room to improve the work to please conference reviewers. We could do more benchmarking, but the satellite was already in space based on our existing results. The paper as is had closure and real-world impact. Thus, to avoid delaying the publication further, I once again gave up on conferences and started to think about relevant workshops. Robert also needed to move on. I thought the DEEM (Data Management for End-to-End Machine Learning) workshop, which I like very much, collocated with SIGMOD conference would be a nice venue for this work. I emailed the workshop chairs to double-check the suitability of the topic for the workshop to avoid another “this is unfit” rejection. They kindly confirmed that the topic is in scope for them. So, we submitted the paper to DEEM 2024, and it got accepted.

 

I personally enjoy and value some conference workshops more than the main conference. Workshops gather the subset of people in a research community with similar research interests. They can be way more effective for exposing your work to the right audience than the conference itself. Similarly, the talks at a workshop in your research area are usually more relevant for you content-wise. So, I am happy that my students had a chance to present their hard work at these workshops that I very highly regard.

However, a workshop publication unfortunately doesn’t count as much as a conference publication on one’s CV when people evaluate you for academic positions or grant submissions. A couple of years ago, a postdoc candidate I wished to hire mentioned that I didn’t seem to have so many publications recently. This wasn’t the main reason he declined my offer in the end, but it was something he noted down, and I am sure others do the same. This is how our profession works.

It has been more than 6 years since I joined ITU and almost 3 years since I had my first PhD student. I still don’t have a conference paper with my own PhD students. If ITU had a more traditional tenure-track scheme, I wouldn’t have gotten the tenure. Earlier this year, I went down the rabbit hole trying to figure out what I was doing wrong and what I can do better in the future. The list was too long, but none of the answers were soothing. Deeper into the hole I questioned whether I was a shit advisor or a complete failure at my job. Tori Amos’ Crucify played over and over in my head, especially the lines “Nothing I do is good enough for you, so I crucify myself every day.” and “got enough guilt to start my own religion.”

Luckily, Crucify ends with “Never going back again to crucify myself every day.”

I know I made mistakes and misjudgments and will likely keep making them. I know the struggle is partly due to changing my research field and trying to build up my own research group from scratch without any starting funding. I know systems work takes time to get published; 2 years or more is the common case. I know the 3-year PhD duration in Denmark freaks me out as a result and makes me more impatient than I should be for publications. I know everyone’s papers get rejected; even the works of the people I admire. I know one of my favorite conferences, CIDR, was founded by people whose work was underappreciated and rejected by VLDB and SIGMOD. I know I still get invited for talks, and when I present my team’s work to others, I get positive feedback overall, unless people are lying to my face. I know many colleagues at ITU appreciate me. Most importantly, I know, at my job, regardless of the rejections, I learn a lot and get the most fulfillment from the work I do with my students. 



[1] Technically, I had a PhD student earlier through co-supervision. The co-supervision ended, and the student stayed with the other supervisor. That is why I count Ties as my first PhD student.


Wednesday, May 1, 2024

Danish Classes: Part 2: Frisind & Alcohol

  

Note: Parts 0 and 1 of these posts are here and here, respectively. The only connection among the three is they are all inspired by the Danish language classes I took during my first three years in Denmark. This one was the hardest to write, just like the Danish homework that inspired it. I made the first attempt in October 2022, before writing Part 1. This was my third attempt.

 

We start a new book chapter titled “Dansk Frisind” in Danish class.

The literal translation of “frisind” would be “free mind”, a more nuanced translation could be “tolerance”. “Dansk Frisind” is usually translated as “Danish liberal way of thinking”. The first page of the chapter gives the following as supporting examples of Dansk Frisind: Danes don’t mind hanging out naked at the beach and allow teenagers to drink alcohol. Based on these facts, we are asked to discuss with our classmates how our home countries compare to Denmark in terms of frisind.

Giving over-generalized statements about my country, where almost 85 million people live, is something I dislike very much. When I moved abroad back in 2009, I didn’t know that I would have to be a representative for that many million people at various language classes and work events. To me, this is a burden that I didn’t sign up for. On the one hand, if I go ahead with stereotypes for the sake of keeping things uncomplicated, I risk erasing my own identity and the identities of many others that are dear to me. On the other hand, especially in a language class, I neither have the time nor the vocabulary to explain things in a non-black-and-white manner.

I know this challenge isn’t unique to me. Based on the stereotypes of our countries and the initial examples given for “Dansk Frisind” in the book, none of us in the classroom come from places that have “Dansk Frisind”.

To give credit to Danes, they have more meaningful (at least to me) examples to support their frisind. In Denmark, women earned the right to vote in 1915, abortion became legal in 1973, same-sex couples were given the right to be recognized as domestic partners in 1989 ... While not the first except for the last example, Danes were relatively ahead of many other countries in the world. The book mentions these facts later in the same chapter, but first we have to discuss the nude people and drunk teenagers.

 

During the discussions, to my non-surprise, a couple of my classmates express surprise after learning that I come from a family where the majority are Muslims.

Their reactions remind me of the questions I sometimes have to answer as the unintentional representative of a religion in the Western world.

“Do you (have to) cover your head when you go back home?”

No, unless I visit a mosque. When it comes to my hair, the only religion I follow is the Hair musical.

Among the women of my close family, my grandmother (mom’s mom) was the only one who wore a headscarf based on her religious beliefs and personal choice. In my extended family, there are others who wear headscarves as well.

“Are you allowed to drink in Turkey?”

Yes. The legal drinking age is 18, but my parents and bars allowed me to drink even younger. Till I was 16, I didn’t like the taste, though. In my early teens, I sincerely believed I wouldn’t drink as an adult. That didn’t turn out to be true.

“Are there any churches in Turkey?”

Yes, a quick internet search says over 300. Many Muslim-identified members of my family like to visit churches as much as mosques when they wish to pray inside a religious house. My mom and her sister are among them. They took me to both mosques and churches when I was a kid. As far as I know, the synagogues in Turkey aren’t open to public; you need a permission to enter for security reasons. They would have gone to the synagogues as well, otherwise.

“Are there any atheists in Turkey?”

Yes, I called one of them uncle. He died when I was 10. I have some of his belongings with me at home in Copenhagen today. They moved with me from place to place. One of those belongings is his copy of The Last Temptation of Christ. His library in general was the best source I had in Turkey when it came to learning about religion(s).

“Why don’t you fast?”

While I am legally registered as a Muslim in Turkey, I had a secular upbringing. I neither identify with nor practice any organized religion beyond some basic traditions. For example, I used to call my grandmother when the Ramadan holiday started to acknowledge the day. This is similar to wishing people “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Hanukkah”. On the other hand, I called my grandmother every Sunday regardless, when she was alive.

 

My experiences are my own. They are not representative of the entire Turkish population or Muslim families, but neither are the stereotypes of Turkish and Muslims families. Such stereotypes trigger questions and surprise reactions like the ones above, which in turn trigger me.

I know I am being unreasonable when I get frustrated by having to answer these questions or facing people’s surprise reactions. As Sister in Movies reminded me while I was venting one such frustration, it is better that people are curious and ask questions when they don’t know something rather than make assumptions. As someone who chose to become a professor, I want people to feel safe when they ask me questions. Also, I don’t know everything about every other country or culture either, so I would like to be able to ask questions to others without frustrating them.

On the other hand, these questions are like bullets from a loaded gun, even if they aren’t intended that way. Religion is one of the strongest and most violent dividers of people. My Muslim-majority family is the main reason why I am “the other” in Europe. My secular-majority family is the main reason why I am “the other” in Turkey or among other Muslims. I have listened and been in the middle of countless heated political debates on alcohol, fasting, women’s hair … both in the context of Europe’s attitude towards Islam and secular vs non-secular camps in Turkey, both with strangers and dear friends and family members. I am not blind to the, at times brutal, consequences of these conflicts throughout history.

The cliché Western narrative for my case would be “stuck between two cultures”. I am not stuck; this is my culture. I have been realizing that part of getting older is to learn how to hold contradictions together without breaking apart. I would like to own my culture and welcome questions on it even if the answers are not straightforward and cause unease in me.

 

Let’s go back to Danish class.

One of the homework assignments in the “Dansk Frisind” chapter is writing an essay on the alcohol consumption in our home country in comparison to Denmark. In addition, the essay must discuss high alcohol consumption among teens and whether harder alcohol rules can prevent it.

Among all the homework I have done for the Danish classes, this one gives me the hardest time.

I know, instead of torturing myself, I can write something like “Danes drink a lot.” and “In Turkey, we like drinking rakı with meze dishes.”  and be done. The point of these Danish essay assignments is to prepare you for the essay section of the Danish language exam, which you have to pass if you want Danish permanent residency or citizenship. People who grade these exams don’t care about your arguments in the essay, they only care about whether you can create coherent and grammatically correct Danish text in concise space (max 4-5 paragraphs).

The problem is I care. The topic of alcohol is a loaded and political one, not just in Turkey but also in Denmark.

Why does this chapter showcase alcohol habits in Denmark as an example of frisind and then ask us to discuss prevention methods for high alcohol consumption of teens? Why does alcohol consumption pop up often in Danish news and in political debates? Why is Denmark the country that created a film like Druk (which I must admit I don’t like as much as it is beloved in the popular culture)?

How do I represent the attitude of 85 million people, who are Muslim-majority and range from extreme secular to extreme conservative and all the shades in between, toward alcohol? Rakı and meze dishes don’t cut it, and instead of trying to find a way to represent the 85 million, my mind keeps going back to one person, my grandfather, my mom’s dad.

My grandfather was a Muslim. He did the prayer 5 times a day going to the mosque for it almost every day. He fasted. He read passages from the Quran every night before going to bed. He was a small business owner. Once he owned a restaurant, among its frequent customers were the workers of a nearby brothel. For a long time, his primary source of income was the liquor shop he owned in one of the most religiously conservative districts of Istanbul called Eyüp. He got shot in front of that shop for not supporting the district’s right-wing groups. He survived the shooting but turned the shop into a regular market with no alcohol sales after that. After my mom finished elementary school, he decided that she should stop her education, but backed down after my grandmother’s fierce resistance. He didn’t force his two daughters to cover their hair. He took them to the beach wearing a bikini. He let them drink alcohol together with him when they were teens. He stopped drinking alcohol after one of his grandchildren died at the age of three. He didn’t interfere with anyone consuming alcohol at his house even after that.

My grandfather is one person, and hence doesn’t represent the 85 million. But the complexities in his story is to me more representative of Turkey’s relation to alcohol and frisind than any overly-simplistic generalization I can come up with for the essay I am supposed to write.

In the end, I don’t include my grandfather in the essay. My Danish isn’t good enough to do justice to his story and I don’t have the space to elaborate. I will likely get a low grade if I try. I know this grade doesn’t matter, but I need constructive feedback to prepare for the big exam. So, I write something simpler about not generalizing either Turkey or Denmark. I end it with “For at opsummere er generalisering generelt forkert.”, which is me quoting Butler Lampson’s “Generalizations are generally wrong.” advice from “Hints for Computer System Design”, which I also quote several times to my students in the courses I teach.

After completing this essay, I promise myself to become emotionally detached from any Danish homework topic.

 

In Notes on a Foreign Country: An American Abroad in a Post-American World, Suzy Hansen mentions that James Baldwin expressed feeling free in Istanbul as a gay black man. The city offered him the refuge he needed in the 1960s.

Last year, a German man I interacted with told me that the older conservative Germans like to say, “We should be harsher like Denmark in our immigration laws.”

A place not really known for its frisind may still be capable of giving you the kind of acceptance you need, and it doesn’t mean that a place that is considered a stellar example of frisind will welcome you with open arms. 

Maybe frisind is more about being open to the contradictions of people and places rather than creating strictly-shaped boxes for them. 


Monday, April 1, 2024

In Memoriam: Jorge Quiané-Ruiz

Note: On March 26 during EDBT 2024, we had a memorial event for our colleague Jorge, whom we lost suddenly in May last year. I gave a speech similar to the one below at that event.

 

Jorge joined our research group at ITU in January 2023 as an associate professor together with his wife Zoi, and we had the privilege of having him as a colleague for five months.

I knew Jorge’s brilliance through his work, but I didn’t have a chance to collaborate with him or get to know him as much as many of you did. I don’t have fun stories or memories of a research collaboration to share.

Yet, in the brief time I got to know him, he made a lasting impact on my life personally, and I want to talk about that. What I have is a bit dark, and I practiced this speech many times to make sure I don’t cry but it may happen, so just heads up.

 

Last year, Jorge’s loss wasn’t the only loss I experienced. In a period of four months, I lost a grandmother, an uncle, and an aunt.

The morning my uncle died, I received the news from my dad on the phone. My uncle’s death wasn’t sudden, unlike Jorge’s. He had cancer. I had been waiting for that call for a while. In fact, as soon as I saw my dad calling, I knew what the news was.

I cried a bit after ending the call with my dad. I had a lecture in a couple of hours. I went to work. I was also supposed to have a guest lecture at the Introduction to Database Systems course co-taught by Eleni and Jorge that semester the day after. It was kind of a tradition that I gave a guest lecture on “intro to modern hardware” in that course. But given the death of my uncle I wanted to go to Turkey to be with the family. So, I had to tell Jorge and Eleni that I wouldn’t be able to give the guest lecture anymore. We already had a plan b for this scenario since they knew of my uncle’s situation. In fact, the week before, Jorge one day came to my office and told me that I shouldn’t worry about the lecture given my situation, and we could just play the video of the lecture I had given the year before. I told him let’s keep the video option as backup still.

After I arrived at work that morning, I went to check Jorge’s office. He was there. As I was delivering the news to him, I started crying again. After I calmed down a bit, he said “I don’t know your family, but I feel your pain. Can I give you a hug?”

Death news is hard to react to in any context, but especially in a work environment. We are supposed to be professional and not “too emotional” at least with most of the people we work with if not all. Last year, as I had gone through the losses, I received reactions from colleagues ranging from “OK. Jesus. I will leave you alone then.” to “How can I help?” And I appreciate any gesture or reaction that acknowledges the difficulty of the situation.

Jorge was my first in-person human contact that morning after hearing the news of my uncle. The words and the hug he offered were so simple yet full of empathy and generosity and exactly what I needed to gather the strength to go through the tasks of the day like buy tickets to Istanbul, email people that you won’t be around for some days, go to your lecture … I will always be grateful to him for the support he gave me that morning. I am really sorry that we lost him so young, and I wish I had had him as a colleague way longer.

Yet I still feel lucky and privileged because I have Zoi as a colleague, and I cherish her presence and professional feedback at work. Observing her strength throughout all this has been an inspiration. I look forward to working with her for many more years.


Thursday, March 7, 2024

Titane

  

Warning: This blog post contains spoilers about the 2021 horror film Titane. If you would like to avoid the spoilers or don’t like horror, I recommend an older post, “In Defense of Sleeping Beauty and All the Others”, which was spiritually an International Women’s Day post like this one, even though it was posted at a different month.

 

There are two movie genres that tend to get the most resistance or the least love from the people I interact with: horror and musicals.

Drama and comedy are the vanilla genres accepted by everyone. Action and western are pastimes. Science fiction and documentaries make people feel their time is spent productively. …

On the other hand, many people deem horror disturbing and musicals annoying.

 

I love all movie genres. But I am specifically a sucker for horror and musicals. Both are like emotion-fireworks. Unlike my sentiments about real fireworks, which I think should be banned, any art that depicts emotion-fireworks is helpful to deal with emotions that we aren’t allowed or welcomed to deal with publicly. Such art can be a life-vest while swimming through those emotions preventing you from being drowned in them.

 

I watched Titane (on IMDB, categorized as drama, horror, and sci-fi) together with Sister in Movies the week it hit the theaters in Copenhagen in Fall 2021 at Gloria Biograf. I was going through a difficult period at work and had a lot of anger, frustration, and sadness. I was supported very well by family and friends at the time, but some emotions were hard to express outwardly. Titane threw me a life-vest.

Regardless of my specific situation at that time, Titane also serves as a life-vest for the anxiety and anger I have internalized as a woman who goes through life in this world. Today, I count Titane as one of my favorite movies.

 

In Titane, Alexia is our main protagonist. In the remainder of this post, I will go over some events she endures each having a horror element of different intensity. The interpretation of these events is based on what they triggered in my mind during my viewing of the film. The intention of the filmmaker Julia Ducournau might be very different.

 

Hair being a source of pain.

Alexia’s hair gets stuck in another character’s piercing causing pain for both Alexia and the other character.

Let’s first take this one literally. I don’t know how many times my own hair got stuck in things causing me physical pain, yet I always prefer to keep it long and untied increasing the changes of it getting stuck at places.

Moving onto less literal avenues … How we present our hair to the world, whether we choose or are forced to cover (or uncover) it or put it and other body hair through various beauty regimes, can also be a source of pain.

 

Blood coming out of your body.

Alexia finds motor oil, not blood, because this film is also sci-fi, coming out of her vagina.

Vaginal bleeding is a normal part of a woman’s life during menstruation. However, even under those normal and expected circumstances, many things associated with menstruation can be sources of anxiety: pain, irregularity, PMS, drowsiness, a heavy flow causing you having to clean blood off things you wore or slept on ...

 

Unwanted or unplanned pregnancy.

Alexia finds out she is pregnant. This wasn’t her intention. Her first reaction is to take it in her hands to terminate the pregnancy. It doesn’t work. She has to keep the baby.

I have never planned to have a baby, but I had to do a pregnancy test once. The days surrounding it were among the loneliest of my life. I was too young to be a mother (“too young” can change person to person). Luckily, the test result was negative, and I got my period a few days later (three weeks late). There was one thing that kept me calm for the case where the result wasn’t negative: I lived in a country (Turkey at the time) where abortion was (and still is) legal.

We live in the year 2024. Women’s autonomy on their own body is still a luxury and not a human right and is still heavily exploited by (mostly male) politicians.

 

Being followed by a stranger, or unwanted attention in general.

One day, as she is leaving work, Alexia is followed by a man. He doesn’t leave her even if she rejects his advances. Another day, Alexia listens to a girl being verbally harassed on a bus by a group of boys.

Unlike the single pregnancy test example, I unfortunately have several examples for this one. The guy who didn’t leave my dorm-room door even though I repeatedly told him to leave, an uncomfortable interaction with a colleague back when I was a PhD student, the stranger who started hitting on me on San Jose light rail and followed me even after I rejected his advances and got off the light rail … Too many people feeling entitled over your body.

 

Hiding your identity to be accepted.

A large chunk of the movie, we watch Alexia hide the fact that she is a woman, to feel safe and be accepted among a group of men. As the movie progresses, the toll this lie takes on her body increases. 

When I started my PhD, I was in a lab where I was the only female. Terms like diversity & inclusion or psychological safety weren’t a thing back then. I thought to be part of the lab I had to be “one of the boys”. The reason was a combination of the environment and my lack of self-confidence. I assume most woman who has career ambitions, not just in computer science, can relate to this at some point.

I wasn’t one of the boys, and I was never going to be. As a solution, I hid myself behind layers of armor and revealed very little. It didn’t work. I was let go of that lab. I eventually ended up in a lab where I could reveal more of myself. But at work events such as conferences I still thought I needed some armor and put the layers back on just in case to keep myself safer. It was a false sense of safety. Instead, I got unhappy for having to hide myself. I spent years after my PhD getting rid of the armor.

Today, I am the coordinator of a lab that has 5 female faculty members. Things have improved in our field even though the pace of progress is way slower than I wish it to be. I rarely feel the need for armor now even at work events, but I am unsure whether this is a result of progress or me being in a position of relative power as an associate professor instead of a PhD student. Likely both.

 

Death by childbirth.

Alexia dies while giving birth to her baby.

A mother dying during childbirth could be a metaphor for other things such as being reborn or letting go of the life you had before the baby. On the other hand, according to WHO, in 2020, 800 women died on average each day due to causes related to pregnancy and childbirth. In the older centuries, these rates were way higher, and if you wanted a long life as a woman, you were better off becoming a nun.

 

Happy International Women’s Day everyone!