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Golapri Rose Ila Dasgupta, PhD MPH MHI MS
@drrosedasgupta.bsky.social
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Golapri, Rose, or Golapri Rose (they/them; he/him; ze/zir). I am legally/formerly/published as "Pritika Dasgupta."

Biomedical Informatician, Data Scientist, & Artist in Pittsburgh, PA, USA

PFP: https://goopbug.gay

https://drrosedasgupta.substack.com/
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I just completed "Gift Shop" - Day 2 - Advent of Code 2025 #AdventOfCode adventofcode.com/2025/day/2

A young elf made silly patterns, but regex had my back(reference). Maybe the world could use more silly patterns and tools gentle enough to hold them #AdventOfCode #RStats
December 3, 2025 at 4:47 AM
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The elves changed the password, and I had to do modular arithmetic to get into the North Pole.

My graphic for Day 1. My revised R code solutions are in alt text (thank you to @thoughtfulnz.bsky.social for the suggestion).

The image was also drawn using R

github.com/pritikadasgu...

#AdventofCode
solve_part1 <- function(dat) { dat <- remove_empty_lines(dat) dat <- vapply(dat, parse_input, FUN.VALUE = numeric(1), USE.NAMES = FALSE) position <- 50 # Dial starts at 50 zero_count <- 0 for (rotation in dat) { position <- ((position + rotation) %% 100 + 100) %% 100 # Normalize to 0-99 if (position == 0) { zero_count <- zero_count + 1 } } return(zero_count) } solve_part2 <- function(dat) { dat <- remove_empty_lines(dat) dat <- vapply(dat, parse_input, FUN.VALUE = numeric(1), USE.NAMES = FALSE) position <- 50 total_clicks <- 0 for (rotation in dat) { old_pos <- position new_pos <- old_pos + rotation # Unwrapped position if (rotation > 0) { # Moving right, count times we hit multiples of 100s clicks <- floor(new_pos / 100) } else if (rotation < 0) { # Moving left, count times we hit 0 and multiples of -100s if (old_pos > 0 && new_pos <= 0) { # Crossed through 0, plus any additional wraps clicks <- 1 + floor(abs(new_pos) / 100) } else if (old_pos == 0) { # Started at 0, but only counting additional full wraps clicks <- floor(abs(new_pos) / 100) } else { clicks <- 0 } } else { clicks <- 0 } total_clicks <- total_clicks + clicks position <- ((new_pos %% 100) + 100) %% 100 # Normalize to 0-99 } return(total_clicks) }
December 1, 2025 at 9:22 AM
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a catboi's meditation into purging a massive metaphorical hairball like a badass kitty king (2025) (page 6/6)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

#poem #art
For wisdom lives in what we heal, And power dwells in what we feel, And sometimes we must retch and rage To write our truth upon life's page. So, ***all hail the kitty king*** who dared To face the pain they'd long declared Too deep to touch, too dark to name— But in its release, he/they/ze finally found their reign.
February 8, 2025 at 3:06 AM
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a catboi's meditation into purging a massive metaphorical hairball like a badass kitty king (2025) (page 5/6)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

#poem #art
They stand, their body trembling new, Their throat now clear, their vision true. The weight they carried was not a curse, But just *matter* for their journey in the universe. For in this sacred act of purge, Where agony and freedom merge, They found what sovereignty can truly mean: The power to name what lies unseen. Now let this kitty king rule with visceral grace, Each scar a map upon their face. Their kingdom built on the rubble of mistakes but solid ground, Where even deep pain can be unbound.
February 8, 2025 at 3:06 AM
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a catboi's meditation into purging a massive metaphorical hairball like a badass kitty king (2025) (page 4/6)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

#poem #art
When finally, the mass emerged, Crowned with all the inner gifts they had forged. It landed before them, dark and whole— A monument of a confused organ trying to be a soul. It stared back at them like a painful curse word, Revealing itself to be *somewhat of a password?* To use to release, to examine, to know at last: To unlock the future twisted with the past. Their tongue, now free of an ancient bind, Rough-licking new patterns in their mind. Each sandpaper stroke, a gentle art Of cleaning what was torn apart. The catboi, now a kitty king, through tears, can see The hairball's strange geometry: A cosmos made of pain transformed, A crown more real than those adorned.
February 8, 2025 at 3:06 AM
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a catboi's meditation into purging a massive metaphorical hairball like a badass kitty king (2025) (page 3/6)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

#poem #art
Saliva pearled down their royal chin, As ancient hurts finally began Their exodus from flesh to aether— The pain they thought they had to bear forever. The hairball of an anguished Rose, thorned and vast, Each fiber woven from their past: Strands of "unworthy" wound with shame, Threads of "broken" tangled in blame. Their throat distended with this sacred weight As years of silence burst through the gate Into a roar that shook the ground— Their truth, far too big to stay spellbound. They retched and heaved and clawed the Earth, This death-and-resurrection birth. Their body wracked with holy force, Their voice raw, broken from charting this course.
February 8, 2025 at 3:06 AM
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a catboi's meditation into purging a massive metaphorical hairball like a badass kitty king (2025) (page 2/6)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

#poem #art
This wasn't like the vomiting of the old days, It wasn't about their history of chronically puking in emesis bags in a daze, When they were so ill with stress and autoimmune failure, That their body pled and yearned for closure. This time, it was different: their stomach, their entire being, contracted with tectonic force, Each heave excavated a different source Of the pain they'd consumed to survive: *The taste of rejection of more than three decades: still raw and alive.* Up through their core came the first bitter surge, A primal and necessary purge. Their ribs cracked open like dawn's first light As their diaphragm danced in the recall of exquisite birthright.
February 8, 2025 at 3:06 AM
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New #poem and #art!

a catboi's meditation into purging a massive metaphorical hairball like a badass kitty king (2025) (page 1/6)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী
catboi's meditation into purging a massive metaphorical hairball like a badass kitty king (2025) -- Deep in the marrow of their sovereign bones, The closeted catboi felt what they've always known: A mass of memories, dense and thick, Lodged where their throat met their lunar eclipse. It burned like a star's death, this calcified grief, Each swallow a reminder of lost belief. Their esophagus clutched ancestral fears, Preserved in acid from long-buried years. He lived for years, not knowing his royalty, Head down in appeasement and feeling "unworthy." They spoke in whispers, in the hesitation of "maybe?" Seeking for a love that could hold them and call them "baby." *The retching began with a muscular wave,* Their body remembering what it meant to be brave. First, just a tickle, then violent spasms— Their spine arched high over emotional chasms.
February 8, 2025 at 3:06 AM
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I’m art, so treat me like it (2023)

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri
~ গোলাপ্রী
(Written October 2023)

#poem #poetry #spilledink #healing #neurodivergence #disability #burnout #masking #autism #accommodations #art #crayon #rosetheartistformerlyknownassheherpri #golapri
I think it’s unfair to face authority, when my face is inflicted by crayon-drawn sobs of overwhelm and mediocrity. I’ve been able to erase it all before, but the waxy residue of my unmet desires does not go away anymore. My body can no longer keep up the lie, and I desperately need someone to take my etchings, wipe my face, and be my ally. I just want to be me and not a burden, so ink me in with vibrant, unconditional support, and don’t leave me behind again - Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri ~ গোলাপ্রী
February 7, 2025 at 1:29 AM
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(Artist credit: Instagram - jisoupy)

My friend was all like: "Be extremely chalant."

And I was like:
🎵 they see me chalant,
my whole life,
I know they're all thinking,
I'm so cute and bubbly 🎵

#chalant #jisoupy #instagram #selflove
#parody #Ridin #Chamillionaire #KrayzieBone
#cuteandbubbly
A small cartoon frog with a speech bubble over its head saying "I DONT WANT TO BE NONCHALANT! I WANT TO EXCLAIM IN AWE! I WANT TO WEEP WITH SORROW! I WANT TO BURST INTO RAYS OF JOY AND BUBBLE OVER WITH CURIOUSITY! I WANT TO BE IN LOVE THIS LIFE!!!" Artist credit: instagram - jisoupy
February 6, 2025 at 3:49 AM
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Heyyyyy, it’s your favorite not-woman biostatistician and data scientist at the Magee Womens Summit 2024. (I am volunteering today) #womenshealth #conference
November 12, 2024 at 9:51 PM
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Saw this hilarious #trauma #meme and my version was:

Wanted to join the GSA and unknowingly did egg and #queer stuff, but parents thought that my going to therapy would affect college apps, so they took me out to a Walmart-Sam's Club parking lot to have serious homophobic talks with me. /srs
mcbushpig: when i was 8 i drew this comic about two girls kissing and my mom was out raged and i thought it was because my art wasn't good enough so i kept trying to draw girls kissing and she sent me to therapy and my therapist tried explaining homosexuality to me and i didn't even know what that had to do with my art skills
October 22, 2024 at 8:53 PM
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Bluesky now has over 10 million users, and I was #4,681,904!
A virtual certificate with text "Celebrating 10M users on Bluesky, #4,681,904, drrosedasgupta.bsky.social ‪@drrosedasgupta.bsky.social‬, joined on Feb 11, 2024"
October 10, 2024 at 12:50 AM