National Blog Posting Month – February 2013 – Love
Prompt – Do you remain friends with ex-boyfriends/girlfriends after you break up?
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Breakups always make me sad. I always think I can stay friends. It never works out. The ones I wind up bumping into later on, I am able to be civil with, but the friendship and the trust are gone.
Whenever I have been in a relationship, I have fought to keep it, if only to avoid the inevitable loss of a friend should it fall apart. How about you?
National Blog Posting Month – February 2013 – Love
Prompt – How old were you the first time you fell in love?
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The first time I fell in love. Ugh. Was it really love? That relationship fell apart, but it did last two years. And we were engaged for much of that…
Anyway, that was back a long time ago. I was 18. I was a freshman in college. You know that age. Back when you knew everything and thought you could handle life as an adult. Dang, I was clueless.
We actually had a decent thing going, but two things conspired against us. Things that I wasn’t aware of until much, much later. One was his inability to commit. There were things going on in the background of his life that made it impossible for him to actually commit to a wedding date, or even admit to his family and friends that we were engaged. Yeah, that’s a problem.
The other thing is my own anxiety. Yeah, I was a postdoc and married before I found out that I have a significant problem with anxiety. Both OCD and social anxiety (and yet I sit here and share my life with you all). Anxiety is still my greatest challenge in all aspects of my life and is often the source of conflict in my marriage (which has lasted nearly 12 years despite me!).
That first love was real ‘love,’ I think. But it was doomed. We both needed to grow (a lot). We really had no idea what life was about. I’m still learning…
National Blog Posting Month – February 2013 – Love
Prompt – Tell us about your first crush.
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I’ve had a lot of crushes in my life. Some with people I actually knew, and some with celebrities. I haven’t really outgrown crushes. I still have them. The difference is now I know them for what they are and can generally move on from them relatively rapidly – or at least keep them from continuously occupying my entire consciousness.
I think the first time I had a crush on a boy that was the same age as me was in middle school. There may have been a boy or two that I liked in elementary school, too, but I’m not sure those were full-blown crushes.
But my first *real* crush was on a celebrity. Complete, head-over-heels crushiness. No. Actually, it wasn’t a celebrity. It was a character in a movie (played by an actor who I still find attractive, actually, though not to the level of ‘crush’ these days). Who was it?
Indiana Jones
Indiana Jones
I read the book, then saw the movie, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, when I was maybe in 5th grade. I know I was in elementary school. Boy howdy! Did I think Indiana Jones was one fine human being. I would weave elaborate tales with him and me going off and having adventures together. I bought a bull whip. I yearned for a fedora. I had a length of thick wire that was a stand in for a whip, because I couldn’t figure out how to make the real one work like Indy did. I would play Indiana Jones all the time.
It’s funny that now, as an adult, I recognize that Temple of Doom was probably the worst of the Indiana Jones movies (we don’t talk at all about Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, however. *gag*). Raiders of the Lost Ark, when it was new, was far too much for me. It terrified me. Today I quite enjoy it, though it still look away when everyone melts there at the end. The Last Crusade was an excellent movie, and by the time it came out, I was old enough to appreciate it as such. By then, my crush was over, replaced by one on a school-mate of mine. *sigh*
Be it for better or worse, I have not yet ‘outgrown’ crushes, despite being much older and married to a decent and loving fellow. I guess that feeling of wanting to be swept off my feet hasn’t gone away. But with a few years of experience, at least I know the typical outcome of crushes and know better than to expect anything to come from them.
They’re called crushes because they’ll never actually happen, at least not the way you want them to, so your heart gets crushed. Either you’ll never actually meet the person you’re crushing on (in the case of celebrities), or you do meet them and they turn out to be nothing like you imagined. Crushes are best left alone. They can be fun, but nothing to base your future on.
National Blog Posting Month – January 2013 – Energy
Prompt – What is your favourite thing to do when you lose energy in your home and can’t use electronics?
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What would I do without electricity and all my little gizmos? Luckily for me, I’ve been in such situations many times. I’m a geologist. I camp. Electricity isn’t always an option. So, what do I do?
If the weather is good, I’ll go outside and do something in the garden. Or go for a run or a long walk. Alas, most power outages happen when the weather is bad (ice, wind, snow), so going outside is not likely a good option. What then?
I crack a book. I don’t read fiction often enough. I need to. I need to desperately, but it seems that I’m always busy doing other things (not least of which is writing!) I would likely take the downtime as an opportunity to read for a while.
Of course, what usually happens when I read is that I get a strong yen to write. Without electricity, computers aren’t an option. That’s OK. I have a special notebook, just for writing longhand. I took it to the Arctic and wrote a ton in my tent, as well as on planes to and from our field sites. I wrote at “Inception Camp” when I was on an elk hunt with my dad in 2011. There’s a good chance I’ll be writing if the power goes out for very long.
There’s one other thing that I’m likely to do if the power goes out. It’s every adult’s favorite: crawl back into bed in sleep until the lights are on again. In fact, that sounds pretty good right now (even though the lights are still on!).
18 Things is a book written by Jamie Ayres, to be released on January 24th. In celebration, Jamie is hosting a one-week blogfest in which everyone is encouraged to blog (or otherwise post) their own bucket list of 18 things (or fewer). It seemed like fun, so I decided to join in.
What are your 18 things?
I do have a bucket list, tucked away in my brain somewhere. There are items that have been on it for as long as I can remember, and other things that have been added recently. Occasionally, something gets removed. For whatever reason, I have abandoned some things on the list. It’s never been a long list, so I’m not sure I can make it to 18, but I’ll try.
Firstly, there are the things that have always been on my bucket list:
1) Own an equid. I don’t care if it’s a horse, mule, or donkey (or a zebra, for that matter!), I just want an equid. I can trace my being where I am today all the way back to when I was four years old, and my mother told me about her horse. (Read about that here.) I love the beasts, and I want to own one (and hug it and love it, but not necessarily call it George).
2) Drive a race car. Even though I no longer keep up with NASCAR (mostly because very few of the races are on the non-cable networks anymore), I have always loved racing. I was raised around cars and the smell of garages. There’s a local track here that I can go to and just sit with my eyes closed taking in the sounds and scents. I’ve always wanted the experience of going full-throttle at Daytona. One day I will.
3) Write a book. I mean fiction. Well hey! I need to change this to ‘publish’ a book, because I have actually written a book now. Two, to be exact, with two more in progress. So, OK, publish a book.
4) Get a Ph.D. Oh, wait. I did that. This is an item that was on my life-goals list when I was a kid. Sometimes it’s nice to include things like this to remember your successes, especially when things start feeling overwhelming and impossible. Happily, not only have I gotten my Ph.D., I’ve also managed to earn the respect of my colleagues in my (albeit narrow) areas of specialty. That’s pretty cool.
Now, if this is a proper bucket list, it oughtta have items on it such as things to try (bungee jumping, anyone?) or places to visit (the pyramids, maybe?), but I never seem to think about these things. I’ve gotten to do some pretty amazing things already, and I’m sure I’ll do more (but probably not bungee jumping). I’ve been places where most people will never go and will probably have opportunities to do that again. But there still are a few things:
5) Learn the longsword. I’ve always had a deep and abiding interest in the Historical European Martial Arts (HEMA), and finally decided that I really want to learn how to sword fight like a knight. Only last November, I finally found an instructor who can help me do this.
6) Write a screenplay and have it get optioned. Seriously, how cool would that be? I took a screenwriting class way back in graduate school, and last year I actually wrote a complete screenplay (which now needs to go in the recycle bin so I can start over – my first drafts of anything are always pretty bad!). There’s some big screen writing festivals (like the Great American PitchFest) that I’d like to go to eventually, once I’m convinced I have a ‘optionable’ script.
Geez. 18 things is really hard!
I could, I suppose, add a list of people I’d really like to meet. It would be best, of course, if I had cause to meet them because of who I am, not just because I’m a drooling fan. But I’d accept a random meeting in a hotel lobby.
7) ‘Weird’ Al Yankovic – musician. I’ve always loved his music. As a kid, they were just funny parodies. As an adult, I really appreciate his musical talent and the original songs that he’s written. Seriously any song that can incorporate the phrase ‘Islets of Langerhans’ deserves a Grammy. I listen to Pancreas and Hardware Store whenever my mood needs a boost.
8) James Purefoy – actor. I’ve only recent become a fan (in the last two years). The first time I knew I was watching him in a movie, it was the movie Ironclad, where he played the lead of Thomas Marshal, a Templar Knight. Then I saw him in another movie, and realized I was seeing him everywhere in all manner of roles. He’s an incredible actor, and (or so it seems from anecdotal evidence and various interviews) a genuinely nice, caring human being. The admiration goes a bit deeper, however. Something clicked in me after seeing Ironclad. It reminded me of my wish to learn the longsword and was what motivated me off the couch and into the gym. Since seeing that movie, I’ve dropped on the order of 30 pounds and am easily in the best shape I’ve been in since I graduated high school. I started taking sword lessons (yay!) and started writing my first novel then, too. He doesn’t know it, but his work has been very inspirational to me. I’d like to meet him and thank him.
Well, ten shy of 18. Still, it’ll take some doing to accomplish these things, especially in addition to all the other things I have going on, like maintaining a marriage, keeping a job, and raising a special-needs child. This will work. For now.
D.B. Sweeney, Julianna Margulies and Samuel E. Wright
Premise: What would happen if a dinosaur was raised by lemurs?
OK. This is totally a kids’ movie. I won’t say anything about talking dinosaurs. And I know there has to be tons of artistic license. Fine. Nevertheless, there are some things about this movie that are terribly inaccurate.
But I only took two pages of notes, and, admittedly, the pencil was blunt and there were pictures. So there’s not too much.
Dinosaurs that I recognized: Iguanodon (e-K), Carnotaurus (l-K), An Oviraptor (Rinchenia) (l-K), Velociraptor (l-K), Brachiosaurus (l-J), Styracosaurus (l-K), Ankylosaurus (l-K), Parasaurolophus (l-K), Struthiomimus (l-K)
Those funny little parenthetical bits there denote the age of rocks in which each of these animals are typically found. (l-K) means the late Cretaceous, just before the dinosaurs went extinct. Luckily, most of the animals depicted in the movie are from the late Cretaceous. That makes sense. The whole movie begins with an asteroid impact which, presumably, represents the one that killed off the dinosaurs at the end of the Cretaceous.
There are a couple of problems though. For one, the main character is an Iguanodon. Iguanodon lived in the early Cretaceous (e-K). That could be 50-70 million years before the rest of the characters. But if that’s not bad enough, Brachiosaurus is from the late Jurassic (l-J), which is tens of millions of years older than that.
So, these animals never actually co-existed.
Lemurs, or any modern primate did not appear on the Earth until at least ten million years after the dinosaurs went extinct. So that just wouldn’t happen. But fuzzy animals with goofy personalities are great for the show.
There are some other bits that were worrysome: Why are the lemurs on an island separated from the mainland? Why aren’t there dinosaurs on that island? How come the nesting grounds are unaffected by the meteor impact? Why are all the dinosaurs essentially sentient, except for the poor ankylosaur?
That landslide was a little sketchy, too. Where did that rock come from?
Oh, and hey. Why did any dinosaurs survive? After all, didn’t the asteroid wipe them out at the end of the Cretaceous? In the end, this is actually OK. Maybe some relict populations did survive beyond the end of the Cretaceous, but died out soon thereafter. There’s even some evidence that this occurred, though most paleontologists are skeptical. The point is that it is plausible that not everything died immediately after the impact.
If you’re familiar with Twitter, you’re familiar with the concept of the ‘hashtag.’ A hashtag is used to mark a tweet so that it can be collected with tweets on a similar topic. For example, there’s a new television show coming out called “The Following.” If I want to see what other people are tweeting about The Following, I just look for the hashtag #thefollowing. The pound symbol at the front of the tag is what distinguishes it as a hashtag.
When I teach, I devise a hashtag for my class: #UREES101 for the introductory geology class and #UREES207 or #UREES270 for my upper-division paleontology courses. Students can use the hashtags to tweet questions and answers (or whatever they want) that’s related to the course and anyone who searchs for the hashtag can find their tweets.
The other day a hashtag was started that’s been a delight to follow: #overlyhonestmethods. People using this hashtag post about the scientific methods and techniques used in their research, as if they were writing them up for a professional paper, but being totally honest about why they did what they did. You can look at the posts here, through tweetchat. You don’t need to have a Twitter account to enjoy them.
There are a couple of good blog posts already out there too:
The main reason why these are so funny is that there is truth in all of them. Yes, there was a globetrotting postdoc in our lab for a while, and washing shave cream from beard hairs is no fun. That data was never published, but if it were published, we’d find a better way to describe why we selected our sample subject.
It’s also true that we use 14 injections because it worked, and I didn’t want to keep fiddling with the method. I would probably leave out the last bit about being tired of messing with the water analyzer.
So many things that go on in labs are done for convenience. But, that does not make the science wrong. We always outline what exact our methods were. If the eyeballs sat in the drawer for 18 months, we report that. We just leave out the bit about how we forgot about them.
We lay out what we did, not necessarily the ‘why,’ unless it would have a profound effect on our results. It doesn’t matter that we had a convenient traveling postdoc. All we do is report that there was a human subject who had to shave anyway. Who cares if it’s 14 or 5 injections? When we run our analyses, we get the same results as other labs. We’re good.
What #overlyhonestmethods provides is a tongue-in-cheek behind-the-scenes look at what life as a scientist is really like. Some of the posts are clearly jokes, others are absolute truth. But all reflect the reality, and fun, of being a scientist!
National Blog Posting Month – January 2013 – Energy
Prompt – If you could be given the option to never sleep and also never be tired, would you take it if it meant you’d also never dream again?
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In my current state of affairs, there is a particular appeal to never sleeping and never dreaming again. I’ve been having some bouts with insomnia of late (which I will be discussing with my doctor), so it seems that I’m inclined to not sleep anyway. And last night, I had a dream that my parents had died, which was a little jarring. Maybe dreaming isn’t such a great thing.
Add to the mix the complete overload of work that I need to be doing and the continuous, low-level state of panic that I’ve been in for the last couple of months (which might be the origin of the insomnia, you think?), and the concept of being able to function for 24 hours a day is pretty exciting!
Then again, I’ve had some fascinating dreams that have sparked some fun thought paths, some toward fictional plots and others, resolving work- or school-related problems. I do remember the time I suddenly understood the strange NMR pattern I got from a compound that I had synthesized. I remember waking and sitting bolt upright in bed. “Intermediates!” I shouted to no one. Or how about this story seed I wrote about back in November? Without sleep, I would never have had this dream.
Now, if you could offer me functionality of four hours of sleep a night, I’d probably go for that, but in truth, I think I like the down time that sleeping offers. It forces you to shut down for a while. I need that. If my mind is allowed to range for too long, my anxiety kicks in and suddenly I’m in trouble. So, no, I’ll keep my sleep and my dreams. Dreams are something to look forward to. I don’t want them taken away.
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Note added early AM on January 8: Last night I dreamed that I was covered with black widow spiders. I take back what I said about wanting to keep my dreams. Nevermind.
National Blog Posting Month – January 2013 – Energy
Prompt – What is your favourite song that gives you energy?
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A song that gives me energy… Wow. That’s a toughie.
There’s no one song that gives me an energy boost. At least not one that I can think of. I do have a playlist on my iPod called ‘SOS’ that I put on when I need some energy. I like to listen to it when I workout (if I’m not using a workout video). It’s full of songs that have a solid beat that I can sing along to. I like to listen to it when I’m driving.
In fact, last time I drove out to Wyoming (three days of driving) I had two students in the car with me and we listened to the SOS playlist the whole way. One of my students called it ‘epic playlist.’ She loved it. I took that as a compliment, given that I’m old enough to be her mother, yet am somehow hip enough to have music that a student of mine might like.
When I reflect back, there was a time in my student career when I relied entirely upon music for energy. Somewhere during the writing process of my dissertation, I developed severe acid reflux. I had heartburn for five weeks straight. It was horrible! I had to abandon caffeine completely, but I still needed to maintain some energy to get my work done. That year I listened to the same Blink 182 album (Enema of the State) on repeat hundreds if not thousands of times. It was perfect: completely raucous and energizing, but so simple as to not be distracting. It got to a point that the music would get stuck in my head and I couldn’t sleep. It was equally as effective as any amount of caffeine consumption I’ve done in the past. To this day, I’ll pop it in if I need some energy. (Strangely, though, none of those songs are in my SOS playlist! Go figure.)
I sat in the study, working away upon that which I hoped would be the final draft of this insane report. Honestly, I really couldn’t care less if the value was 1.01 or 1.03, but the boss cared and the boss signed the paycheck. I was lost in another computer spreadsheet; all the numbers looked the same to me. Maybe I needed to take a break.
What I really wanted was an escape. I had gotten tired of dealing with minutia. Is this what life was about? No. I didn’t think so.
What, then?
Part of me was tempted to just hit delete, and then e-mail the boss and tell him to jump off a cliff.
I knew that wasn’t really an option, so I took a breath and kept plugging away.
As I typed, I noticed a bug buzzing around the room. I was curious, because in January, when there’s two feet of snow on the ground, I don’t expect to see bugs. It wasn’t a constant buzz, but when it flew, I knew about it. It was like a little tank flying around my head. In the quiet moments between its flights, I continued to work.
Technical reports are dull to write, and this one was no exception. Luckily, I was able to cut and paste stock text from older reports, so I didn’t have to rewrite everything. I hit paste and watched the text appear in my report. It was the wrong text. “Dammit,” I cursed, and went to press the escape key. Something brushed my finger as I did so.
There it was. An enormous stink bug on my keyboard, sitting right there on top of the escape key.
This stink bug was blocking my escape!
The stink bug was blocking my escape. I laughed. Maybe this is a metaphor for my life.
I blew at it. It remained fixed. I lifted the keyboard and tapped it, hoping the bug would fall off, but it held fast. I poked at the bug with a pencil. Nothing changed. No matter what I did, the bug was unmoved.
The stink bug was blocking my escape.
The damn stink bug.
Stink bug.
If this was a metaphor for my life, this bug was my boss. Or at least this lame-o report.
I shook the keyboard violently. “Get off, you bastard!”
It waved its antennae and stuck its proboscis toward me, as if it were sticking out its tongue.
I grabbed a reference book – an enormous collection of data tables. It was huge and satisfyingly heavy. I held it up and giggled. Then I smashed it down upon the bug on the keyboard.
The stench was amazing. I was slammed back into my chair by it. My eyes began to water and the scene about me blurred. The images on the computer screen began to distort. I coughed and waved my hand in front of my face.
It occurred to me that everything was eerily quiet. I looked around. The lights flickered, then went out. The open files on my computer screen suddenly poured out of the monitor and onto my desk. Then the monitor melted, and vanished.
I was hit by a gust of wind, as the reference book suddenly exploded off the keyboard. The keyboard and book evaporated into the air. Suddenly, I realized I was alone, floating in the air, hovering somehow. Yet there was no ground. No up, no down. I was surrounded by a glowing gray fog.
I looked up. The bug was there looking at me waving its antennae. And it laughed.
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