Weill Trains in Qatar

By | February 15, 2006

Weill Cornell Medical College in Qatar (WCMC-Q) held a Human Research Protection Training Seminar, one of the first in the Gulf region, to help prepare researchers and support staff at WCMC-Q and Hamad Medical Corporation for future clinical and biomedical research. The seminar was held in Doha, the capital of Qatar, earlier this month.

Geared toward people who may be involved in conducting research involving human subjects, the participants included physicians, nursing staff, technicians and administrators from HMC as well as faculty members, library staff, IT staff and administrative staff from WCMC-Q.

Although the seminar was held for professionals who plan to be involved in research, all who volunteer to take part as human subjects in the research carried out by WCMC-Q will benefit from a higher level of protection and better standards which were established by this seminar.

“We are about to start a series of research programs. We are preparing for these in a responsible way, because part of the research will be clinical, meaning that human subjects will be incorporated in the studies. That brings extraordinary responsibility as well as potential benefits,” said Dr. Daniel Alonso, Dean of WCMC-Q.

Besides ensuring all participants took the required course in Public Responsibility in Medicine & Research, a long-term goal of the seminar is to reach out to people in the Gulf region who consider English their second language. For the seminar, WCMC-Q produced the first Arabic translation of the 1979 Belmont Report, which lays down the ethical principles governing the conduct of research involving human subjects in the US. Materials in Arabic should soon become more readily available, and both English and Arabic online training will be soon be offered.

Sessions on the policies and procedures of Weill in New York and the ethical and regulatory framework governing the conduct of research and the operation of Institutional Review Boards were also presented.

Before the seminar, the major audience in attendance was expected to be WCMC-Q faculty and administrative staff. Over half of the participants in the seminar were, however, from the HMC, demonstrating the interest and need for this training in Qatar. Apart from this local company adding value and perspective to the discussions, cultural and religious issues were also uniquely addressed.

“I have been through this training many times, but I personally learned a great deal from this seminar based on the insights I gleaned from the discussion sessions,” said Senior Associate Dean for Research Gary Schneider, who led the seminar.

Overall, the seminar was successful in training the participants, and the discussions with colleagues from HMC were particularly beneficial.

“This was a first, and I am highly encouraged by it, based on the level of interest and participation, the dialogue that the meeting created and the very positive feedback I have received,” Schneider said.

“This is a very important activity for the country, for the Medical College and for the healthcare system of Qatar,” said Alonso.

The Office of Research and Sponsored Programs at WCMC-Q organized the event. Approximately 90 people were present at the opening of the seminar, and about 70 received a certificate of completion after the full two-day event.

Archived article by Noreen Rizvi
Sun Staff Writer

Artists Being Artists

By February 16, 2006

The undergraduate exhibition Antiques Show at Tjaden Hall this week does not deserve the modern connotations art bears on its broad shoulders. The art we know in museums and private shows is not supposed to make us feel as intensely engaged with life as this show does: lie on your stomach in once corner by J.J. Manford’s work to sense the strange combination of melancholy inspiration, sit in a sofa near Ben Shattuck’s paintings and feel strangely enamored with the natural environment, take a knee somewhere by Tim Taranto’s mirrors to feel the warmth of your grandmother’s photo albums and folktales, and most importantly, exit feeling an inexplicable satisfaction with the complexity of your time alive, in both its happiest and most unpleasant memories. The emphasis on a past which may or may not be accurately portrayed in this show forces us to take stock of our own history and dust off the memories we thought we forgot years ago, but also begs the question few of us want to hear: How will I be remembered?
This show takes the viewer and wraps him up in thoughts like these rarely realized by the art of a museum or private collection. The show’s conception, in fact, originally developed as a response to the “dentist office gallery” that we all know: a room of well-dressed yuppies who pretend to be impressed with flat-panel photographs, sterile sculptures, and paintings bereft of any inspiration. No, art of our age does not make us feel at home like Antiques Show does, it does not make us miss the house we grew up in, the photographs our family took when we went to England that one summer, or a Thanksgiving when everyone finally made it. Because for all the different ways we can look at Antiques Show, we should see it first as a home that these five collaborators have created out of material expressions of their own memories, meditations and imaginations.
Upon a cursory look, the show appears merely as five personalities on display near one another, divided by sewing tables, old motorcycles, or perhaps a football trophy; the emotions the exhibition elicits after even a half-hour of engaged viewing seems to gesture otherwise. Perhaps its most consistent idea is the notion of memory, and more importantly, the hazards of trusting completely its resurrections. Nevertheless, the exhibition drives home the point that even the haziest recollection is a crucial piece of our essence and the creativity that it entails.
The exhibition begins with the work of Blake Fall-Conroy, a sculptor who constructed the entrance screens, hospital bed headlights synthesis and a fan whose blade is responsible for the deeply-carved circles. The structures emote unnerving helplessness: knives and bare hospital beds remind us of uncomfortable trips to the hospital for surgery or to visit a sick relative. The sculpture bleeds into a motif that becomes constant: quaint wallpaper covered with the work of the artists side-by-side with various high school diplomas, family photographs, and stamp collections. Amidst these fierce oddities are Tim Taranto’s enamel-painted mirrors, which painstakingly recreate the frames we normally stuff with precious photographs and stamps. While the art of Antiques Show has intentionally been placed in close contact with outside heirlooms, Taranto’s work pushes this ambiguity to its thought-provoking edges: How accurate is memory and the reconstruction of the past? While dazzlingly photorealistic, his work playfully points out the minor pitfalls memory is entangled with.
J.J. Manford’s portfolio hangs mostly in the one far corner, a quintet of blurry images of his father’s lifetime each hued in a different color, perhaps symbols of memories where the context – the sun, sky, and personalities involved – are easily recalled but the event itself is a mystery. This intensely personal series is abruptly interrupted with Nick Zimmerman’s light-hearted outdoors prints, Reverend Moon paintings and Ben Shattuck’s takes on pastries, chickadees, windpipes and sea monsters. The common thread between these three artists and memory is a little tougher to grasp, but perhaps it points out that not everything we recall has to be intensely emotional but rather imaginative: in real life it’s out of the question, but art can show help show us what would happen in cupcakes could fly, a giant squid turned up on a fishing reel, or we were married in a massive ceremony with thousands of strangers in black tuxedoes and snow white dresses.
Last Sunday night, the artists installed Antiques Show, and I learned that the process of making art is more fascinating than the product. The night began slowly: By midnight, only a few works had been hung, and the rest of the room was a maze of antiques, artwork, homemade cookies, sheets of wallpaper, and the generic flotsam that builds up whenever we temporarily make a room a place of residence. The rush of the gallery’s opening in a few hours hadn’t hit yet: Zimmerman was still in the basement making prints and Manford seemed unconcerned as we conversed about the project. But as the night went on, the music was turned up, the laughing and chatter died down, and conversation turned to rapid-fire bursts: “Look good here?” was the most murmured in a few hours, perhaps followed by a quick response, like “Maybe on the couch?” The room was rarely occupied by more than two of the artists at a time – unspoken shifts in curating the room emerged as others ran home for more wood, back to the studio for window frames, or next door to the Green Dragon Caf
It All Hits At Once

By February 16, 2006

Walking alone through “Trill” after class one afternoon, I spotted a friend of a friend. Not wanting to do my usual newspaper in one hand / sandwich in the other solo routine, I asked if I could join her and her lunch date. We soon became engulfed in a most peculiar conversation, not peculiar because the topic was something I haven’t heard before, but because it was refreshingly beyond the realm of superficial dialogue about weekend plans and never ending homework that you usually have with someone you don’t know too well. We began discussing the future, a common topic among college students, yet I was caught off guard by my associate’s candid frankness and honesty. She admitted to not knowing what she wanted to do in life, but revealed in earnest, “I don’t wanna die without people knowing my name.”
As Lloyd Dobbler so eloquently explained in Say Anything, many young people, including myself, are waiting for their “dare to be great situation.” Yet most of the time we need not find our dare to be great scenario. It finds us. And when it does, we’re often right where we need to be for life to take its course. We can walk away from the challenge or not listen to our gut reaction and impulse, but in our heart of hearts we know what it is we are meant to do. And that is how we will be remembered, by the measure of our integrity in that pivotal moment, when everything matters and not a second can be wasted. The world has lost several exceptional human beings who had the courage and tenacity to rise to the occasion, who did what they did not because it would inevitably bring them fame and prestige, but because at that moment it seemed right to press forward, take that leap, and seek change. Rosa Parks, celebrated crusader for civil rights, Betty Friedan, author of the Feminine Mystique and an uncompromising leader in the women’s rights movement, and Lou Rawls, soul singer turned education advocate who founded the Parade of Stars Telethon to raise money for the United Negro College Fund, immediately come to mind. Last week the entire nation and international community celebrated the life and work of yet another, Coretta Scott King.
Coretta Scott was on fellowship to study voice at the New England Conservatory in Boston when she met her soon to be husband, Martin Luther King Jr. The two married and moved back to the South where Dr. King presided over the Dexter Avenue Baptist Church. Quiet married life did not last long as the young couple soon found themselves in the midst of the civil rights movement after Dr. King’s involvement in the Montgomery bus boycott stirred by Rosa Parks. Dr. King quickly became the foremost civil rights leader in the country for his increased efforts against segregation, although the cause was not only his to bear. Their union was a shared experience, for as Mrs. King remembers in an interview quote published in the New York Times, “I didn’t learn my commitment from Martin, We just converged at a certain time.” During their time together, Mrs. King was involved in a number of demonstrations, survived a bombing of the King’s home, and sang at fundraisers and “Freedom Concerts.” She was a constant by her husband’s side at rallies and marches, on a visit to Ghana to witness the African nation’s ground-breaking independence, and on a voyage to India to meet with Mahatma Gandhi.
Mrs. King was the mother of four small children when she lost her husband to violence in 1968. But she forged on with an unparalleled dignity and grace, continuing to fight for the cause that ended her partner’s life so abruptly and prematurely. I don’t think any of us can understand the immense gravity of Mrs. King’s decision to persevere and combat hate and prejudice with the very message of peace that cost Dr. King his life.
Over the years Mrs. King fought tirelessly in her late husband’s name against racism, poverty, homophobia, and gender inequality. She worked to create the Martin Luther King Jr. national holiday that we have celebrated since 1986, and to establish the ambitious Martin Luther King Jr. Center for Nonviolent Social Change in Atlanta Georgia. She was a presence at monumental world events, including the end of apartheid and the inauguration of South Africa’s first democratically elected president, Nelson Mandela. In the moment she decided to press onward for civil rights and promote the remembrance of her husband’s legacy, she in effect created her own.
Archived article by Sophie Asare