31 August 2006

coming to you in technicolor

Ah, so, Blogger is growing up and therefore has reverted back to Beta form. Therefore, my blog is going through some changes for some reason. Bear with it through the construction the next few days while I figure out what's going on with it. It'll be the best WTOMTL blog ever. Or maybe not.

I need to go to class first.

30 August 2006

on a busted afternoon

Things I've done today that you probably won't care about but you'll still read anyways:

-woke up with two alarms at 7am. i have the unnatural fear of thinking my alarms won't wake me.
-mailed a textbook that i used 3 years ago to rochester, ny because I sold it online on half.com and made a profit
-swiped my subway card the correct way in the reader
-did not spill my coffee during numerous pours from my silver bullet thermos
-taught 1 geology lab at 11am. and have another at 7pm.
-went to my only class of the day, and it was canceled.
-wrote a $40 check to accompany my graduation application
-spied on abandoned trash cans outside in the hallway to see if they were mine
-said hello to someone in the hall that did not reciprocate the salutation
-stared out the window. a lot.

It's exciting around here. Especially when you're bored and you sit around waiting for the custodian to come around so you can claim someone's else trash can and hope it was yours.

29 August 2006

missing. reward possible.

At some point today, my trash can was stolen outside my office at school. It happened last year, but I spotted it down the hall on the next time the thieves filled it up with trash and placed it outside their door. And I re-stole it back from them. But this time, I returned from lunch and I noticed it was gone--nearly throwing my banana peel on the floor.

Speaking of banana peels, why is it that we always saw cartoons showing banana peels on the floor and people slipping on them? Does that happen that frequently?

Well, I'll tell you, it almost did. But I saw that my trash can was gone and I had to walk the 40 feet down the hall to the nearest trash can. I feel like I lost part of my daily life. It's hard not having a trash can. You realize just how much it's used. It's needed. For trash. It's a security item.

I'll update when I find it. Someone has to have it nearby. It's probably sitting in a dark, unfamiliar office with someone's McDonald's bag in it. It's just not the same.

By the way, this was the highlight of my day. Actually, a homeless man yelled at me because I walked in front of him. I had my Ipod on (typical) and I was passing a slower walker and he was headed toward me, in a skewed path, and he just stops and begins to scream at me.

Maybe he saw my trash can thief and he was telling me about it.

27 August 2006

don't look, it's a glacier

So, a month ago I was on a glacier in Wyoming. Weird, I know, but it was awesome. I made it 9/10 of the way up the Middle Teton of the Grand Teton Mountains. Actually, I'd rather say it was 17/18 of the way up the mountain as I was so close before a knee injury prevented my ascent any further and I was forced to ward off large marmots and melt snow for water in my Camelbak all the while thinking that I was never going to make it back down. But I did. And I just got some pics back from two friends I was hiking with.

Hiking up glaciers and large mountains and visiting westward states completely alters my way of thinking. I have different views on everything. I feel like I can accomplish anything. And I mean that without trying to sound like one of those inspirational posters too. It was just a fun trip.


1. Don't look, Mom. That's me on the left attempting for the first time ever to hike across the glacier with my treking poles. By far, the coolest thing ever. Shawn is below me with an ice axe. Travis is taking the pic as he's already traversed the mammoth snowfield--as I watched in horror at the thought that I'd have to do that in mere seconds.


2. The next glacier was slightly easier. The third glacier (above) was even easier as I was sprinting almost. The only downfall was hearing the GUSHING water of the melting glacier beneath me and knowing that any step could potentially spell disaster. But I thought this was cool.


3. The fourth glacier was even easier! Note me in the glacier and a small speck still on the talus field to the left (Shawn) which will clearly give a representation of the enormous size of the glacier. In the distance is where we started--yeah, that lush green field way off on the horizon. It's south of Jenny Lake and north of Jackson.


4. By far the best part of the trip was glissading down the glaciers after the 12 hour day. I've tried to explain this to people but it doesn't seem to resonate into exactly what I did. In essence, I slid down the glaciers, on my butt, at high rates of speed with only fear in mind. That's me on the right. I think this one was about 100 yards in distance. It was terrifying at first because each glacier ended in a giant boulder field but I had a treking pole as a brake, so I was ok. But seriously, it was awesome.


Happy (belated) Birthday Kristi.
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24 August 2006

rip pluto

Gee, what a bad day to be the furthest planet in our solar system. It's almost that Pluto was a runt that couldn't keep up with the rest of the pack. Well, I still like the dwarf planet.

It's interesting that I blogged about it, oh, 1.5 years ago.

blue skies, Nov. 2004

What's more interesting is what appears to be some large vocabulary usage on my part. When did I lose that?

23 August 2006

ego alert

me: Can I just say that I love school?

Maria: You're driving me insane.



3 days into my second year and grad school is still fun.

20 August 2006

christmas, hypothetically, comes in august

Say hello to the future of mine, and the world, with the new digital SLR cameras. Sony released the D-SLR Alpha camera. Soon, it will be mine. Well, for a small price, nonetheless. But i'm good at saving $.

It's a very exciting day.

If only I could make a profession out of photography and geology and geography and GIS and climate. Hmm..

Storm chaser. Exactly.

19 August 2006

holy cats!

My oldest sister, Melanie, is in the process of transcribing late 19th- and early 20th-century journals that she owns. Check it out on her page--very interesting.

17 August 2006

there's a gnome in my dishwasher

Has anyone else ever wondered how the dishwasher knows to when to open that cap that you fill with detergent and then snap close?

Is there some gnome that walks out midway through the cycle and kicks it open?

Perhaps it's the heat or the force of the water?

Definitely a gnome.

15 August 2006

t-minus one week

My last year (hopefully) as a student begins in one week. It's weird to think that in a year, I might just have a master's degree in, of all things, the study of rocks.

But onto other news, I just looked in my cabinet and realized that over the past two weeks I have purchased not 1, not 2 or 3, but 6, yes six, jars of pasta sauce.

The new apartment is approaching 'lived-in' feel.

I'm slowly learning the guitar. Step by step.

I'm on a Led Zeppelin kick again.

11 August 2006

almost famous

I'm highly content at the present time.

And bouldering is fun. And so are the people. And the pizza and beer on Thursday nights after you've scraped the majority of the skin off of your hands and have blisters that burn when washed with soap even though you tell yourself it's "working."

And wow, Atlanta had a rockin' thunderstorm this afternoon. The lightning! Everywhere! Thesis! Ahhh!

09 August 2006

rock paper scissors

The most exciting part of my day today was opening up 3 boxes of rocks and strategically placing the majority of them around my apartment then taking 1/2 of them away and placing them back in the boxes for fear that friends would come over, ooh and awe at the rocks, then by default ask me what kind of rock it is and I would cower because I would not remember.

But then I thought really hard and made up some cool sounding descriptors and ended up returning them to their strategic places.

08 August 2006

only you can prevent forest fires

August 8th. Wow.

So I moved over the weekend to a surprisingly comfortable 756-square foot apartment in Decatur located in a gated community with broken gates and cars that are not older than 3 years old. Well, except mine, which is 13 years old, but I'm ok with this since I requested to live in the back of the complex. Apparently I'm the only one that made that request but it seriously, I have views of woods. And I can consider it
rural! And I can walk to the grocery store. And a mexican restaurant. And a gas station. Although, I'll probably drive there as carrying gallons of gas will probably make for an uncomfortable situation. So it's the thought that counts.

And I bought a nice, wood-framed futon. And drove a U-Haul truck on I-285 and I-85. In a thunderstorm. It's times like those that make you feel important.

Everything with the move went exceptional--thanks to Stacey, Ry and Travis--except for some oatmeal that didn't make it inside the apartment. After riding over the first speed bump, we heard a crash from the back of the truck. Upon opening the back, oatmeal starts spilling out onto the asphalt. Turns out, the oatmeal, combined with olive oil, crashed down but only managed to attack my expensive coffee pot and 1/2 of my rocks. But as a geologist, 1/2 my rocks is still a lot. They are still slathered in the oatmeal/olive oil as I'm pretending they will clean themselves.

Pictures soon. Well, not of the rocks.