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Mar. 31st, 2007 @ 04:04 pm (no subject)
I PASSED MY THESIS DEFENSE.

I AM VERY VERY HAPPY.
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Nov. 27th, 2006 @ 09:39 pm (no subject)
Current Music: Billy Talent-- Fallen Leaves
So, on occasion, my mother randomly watches television shows with Jai and I. Oh, she pretends she's not, but she's as big a Supernatural fangirl as the rest of us. But the point of the story: she was watching Doctor Who with us tonight, and there's the denouement, where the Doctor and Rose are wrapped around each other, grinning like idiots. Mom turns to me and says "You know, I think they're doing things together in their telephone booth."

My mom ships Ten/Rose. It's so cute.
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Oct. 9th, 2006 @ 05:52 pm (no subject)
Current Location: my kitchen
Current Mood: distressed
Current Music: Peggy Lee -- Night and Day
See, the problem with being a slacker, unmotivated bitch is that you sit down at the kitchen table at 11 AM and tell yourself: "Self, I'm going to get this damned literature search finished today!" and then you proceed to work in 20-minute increments interspersed with vast amounts of goofing off and all of a sudden, you look up and say "OMG, WHERE IS THE SUN GONE?" on account of the fact that it's 6 o'clock now.

As they say: oh excrement, I am about to die.
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Oct. 5th, 2006 @ 03:02 pm (no subject)
Current Location: Clark Place
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Satie -- 6 Gnosseries
Hello my pretties,

A brief note to let everyone know that I've finally got myself entrenched in an office (seriously, they can't have this one back. I mean it). So if you find yourself on the Clark Place side of campus, come visit me! I'm in the basement, room 1006.

On a vaguely irksome note, the computer guy flat-out refused to move my computer from upstairs without a written order to do so, because it's apparently a huge, paperwork-laden bitch of a hassle to move a computer on this campus. So I'm stuck with a ridiculously boxy beige IMB model from around 1991. The screen's about the size of a potholder and the keyboard is the loudest piece of equipment in the building. The Word program is so old it doesn't even have a spellcheck. I foresee some bitching in my future, because this is kind of ridiculous. There's a lovely 2004-model Seanu with a big flatscreen monitor upstairs which no one is even fucking *using*, and I'm stuck with this dinosaur. I swear, I'm just going to carry it downstairs and hook it up here without telling anyone.

This message brought to you by the 1.5 hour download time for Minitab 14 to this computer. This sucks.
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Sep. 28th, 2006 @ 11:28 pm Conversations from my life
Current Location: my desk
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Indigo Girls -- I don't wanna talk about it
This afternoon, in the Fortress of Solitude (aka, the office shared with Boss-Lady):

BOSS-LADY: Who's the Dean of Science here, anyway?

ME: Hmmm, I can't really remember. Dr. Gardner, maybe? Or Dr. Schneider?

*5 minutes of Google-time later*

BOSS-LADY: Huh. Apparently, we have 4 associate deans, but no Dean.

ME: Maybe they all combine to form the office of the dean.

BOSS-LADY: I bet they all have power rings.

ME: And you can assemble them into a giant battle robot.



As you can see, we're very fucking productive.
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Sep. 23rd, 2006 @ 05:50 pm (no subject)
Current Location: the sunroom
Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: The stars -- your ex-lover is dead
I am jittering out of my mind from way too much tea and research and no biologist has written anything, *ever*, about the habitat preferences and dietary requirements of rock cod and I am. So. Damned. Tired. of researching northwest Atlantic inshore fish I could vomit everywhere.

In other news, Jared Padalecki's certainly hot, isn't he?
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Sep. 5th, 2006 @ 12:38 am (no subject)
Current Location: my bed
Current Mood: sad
Why was I apparently the last person on Earth to find out Steve Irwin died?

Also, giant earwig that just crawled out from under my laptop? You are not cool. Please die immediately.
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Jul. 20th, 2006 @ 10:48 pm (no subject)
We were walking along the cliff trail today towards Hannam's Cove at the end of the island. It was hot, and the sun was refelcting off the stillest, calmest water I've ever seen. There was this weird noise, though, every so often, like gusting breath. When we got out of the trees, we looked out over the water and saw a minke whale and her calf just drifting on the surface about two hundred yard out. Then another two whales swam into the bay. So we sat on the boardwalk in sun, swinging our legs out over the cliff, and listened to the whales breathing.
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Jun. 21st, 2006 @ 02:37 pm MOD, are you out there?
Current Location: Leading Tickles
Current Mood: lazy
Current Music: RHCP: Dani California
This is a monumental occasion. The wireless has been hooked up in Wherethefuck, Newfoundland.

I like this place, despite my affectionate title for it. My bedroom window looks straight out over the water, we have cable, and my housemates and I take turns creating culinary masterpieces (spaghetti a la swedish chef --- explosive!)

The work is pretty fun, but hard; the upside is that I get to wear a big ol' orange survival suit that makes me look like an obese starfish. However, I can wear it stripped down to my waist with a black tank and it looks very bad-ass :)

A lobster nearly broke my thumb yesterday.

My hair is starting to grow out, and after a few hours in the salt spray, I can wear it in pigtails very reminiscent of Red the Fraggle.

The wind finally died today, so all the fisherman went out to the crab pots and left us stranded. Since the capelin haven't started spawning yet, today has been declared Internet and Laudry Day.

I miss you all very much, and I might be back to visit next weekend. Send me letters!!
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Jun. 12th, 2006 @ 07:49 pm (no subject)
I am back from England.

I had fun.

I am gone again on Wednesday for at least a month.

I just cut my hair really short. 1940s film-star short.

I have to pack again, and I'd rather be in Hell with a broken back.
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May. 22nd, 2006 @ 08:03 pm I hate the fucking rain.
Current Location: Harlow
Current Mood: amused
Hey, my lovelies in other lands and other occupations. I'm not dead in a London gutter, just very busy. The coursework has kept us constantly on the road, so we're never around. We went to a bird reserve in Suffolk today and saw the ocean for the first time in three weeks! Granted, it was the North Sea and it was pouring rain and blowing a gale, but still. Ocean! I think our guide thought we were insane. We're just missing our marine habitat.

In other news, it's been raining since early last week, and I think I have trench foot. My sneakers haven't been dry since Wednesday.

This weekend we went to London, where we were terribly productive. Friday night, Rebecca and I went with her parents to see Hay Fever, the Noel Coward play starring Judi Dench. The play was hilarious, the seats were awesome, and then we did a runner through the rain to the Ivy, where we had dinner at a very Spanish hour (midnight). Best food ever.

Saturday, we went to the National Gallery and I saw The Fighting Temeraire! Glee! Sunday, Rebecca, Brianna and I went to Spitzfield / Spittlefield / Spitfeld (something to do with Spit) Market near Liverpool Street. It's part of the old garment district, so it's all clothes and textiles and jewelry and is very cool. Then we went to the Tower of London and suggested that if they had any crowns that they weren't using (there were lots of spares), we'd take them off their hands. Who knew Beefeaters carried AK-47s under their hats?

And we were totally going to go see the Da Vinci Code in Leicester Square last night, but it was sold out. So we had to go see The Crazy Man in MI-3. But it was actually good! I swear! Much better than the second one.

Ugh. I have 2 fieldbook entries to write up and I'm out of Jack Daniels. Lassie, send help.
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May. 11th, 2006 @ 08:19 pm Eeep.
Current Location: Harlow
Current Mood: dorky
When I get home, ask me about the rhinoceros at Whipsnade that was *very* happy to see us. It's too obscene to render to text.
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May. 10th, 2006 @ 07:46 pm Icky poo.
Current Location: Harlow
Current Mood: sleepy
So Tuesday night and Wednesday were pretty goddamn excruciating experiences.

I must have eaten something off, because I spent the entirety of Tuesday night, from 10 PM to 7 AM throwing up or sprinting to the toilet. As Mark Nichols once said of Jamie Korab, "an explosive gastrointestinal injury". I was still living in the bathroom on Wednesday, which nixed my participation in the trip to the London Aquarium. I spent the day curled in a ball on the bed, or creeping about the room like the woman in The Yellow Wallpaper. Movement just generally hurt, because I'd pulled the stomach muscles by puking so much. However, Margaret Burton brought me orange juice and ginger ale, and generally became my favourite person in the entire world.

Today I was still feeling delicate, but food and liquids were all staying put, so I went with the group to the Epping Forest Field Station. I'm so glad I did go, because it was a beautiful sunny day and I spent the morning splashing around a pond in my hip waders and catching newts, tadpoles, and funny-looking bugs with a long-handled dip net. I can now sight-identify the three species of native British newts, and let me tell you, they are so bloody cute. You pick them up and they crawl along your hands in a sinusoidal wave. But dude. Mostly, I got to play in a pond. And catch *newts*. How cool is that?

Anyways, my fieldbook beckons. Hugs to everyone.
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May. 8th, 2006 @ 05:41 pm A Canadian Geek in London
Current Location: Harlow
Current Mood: geeky
Hee. Have spent two days engrossed in intellectual pursuits whilst trying to avaoid spending money in a city that encourages me to do so in vast amounts.

Rebecca and I took the train to London on Sunday and spent hours lost in the British Museum, where we later met up to see the Michelangelo Drawings exhibit, which contains most of the surviving sketches for the Sistine Chapel. Very cool. We then performed an amazing feat of navigation, wherewhich we located a previously-seen Polish restaurant near South Kensington station. We ordered cabbage rolls, perogies, potato cakes and beef stroganoff and demolished it all in about 5 minutes. Yaay food.

Today we took a very long bus ride through the rain to Tring, where we went to see the Rothschild collection. I can describe it thus: you know how some kids really like Batman, and they have all the action figures and movies? Well, picture that kid growing up, building his own Batmobile and Batplane, and then dynamiting his house to build a Batcave in the resulting ruins. That's Lord Rothchild, with animals.

The museum itself is three floors, with huge galleries, and every gallery is full of glass cabinets, and in each cabinet are shelves and shelves of stuffed specimens. There's birds, and big carnivores, and marsupials, snakes, seals, deer, elephant, bison, sharks, whales, antelope, zebras, lizards, turtle, dogs, hippos, rhinos, crocodiles...literally, if you can name an animal, he had it, along with all its varieties and subspecies.

Now, I realize museum collections like this played a big part in a lot of animal extinctions in the 1800s and early 1900s, but you also have to remember that Lord Rothschild also once bought an entire island to protect a dwindling population of giant tortoises.

Clearly the best course to take with regards to a scientific career is to be born into money. If said money is in a huge and renewing wine fortune, so much the better.
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May. 6th, 2006 @ 07:54 pm "...street where the riches of ages are sold..."
Current Location: Harlow
Current Mood: soggy
As you may have guessed from the title, today we went to Portobello Road. Were I independently wealthy, I would have had the entire thing packaged up and taken home with me. Since I am not the Countess of Labrador (my response to snotty shopgirls), I had to settle for spending too much money instead. But I've bought you presents! Presents!

Jai, yours is sparkly and I might have to steal it :D

Afterwards, we went to Camden Square Market, which looked awesome, but it was cold and pissing down rain, so we abandonned it in favour of riding around on the Underground, which is warm and dry. We also went to McDonald's at the Liverpool St. station, which is the ritziest mickey D's I've ever seen. I passed the time inventing stories about the six guys sitting near us, who I hypothesized were a football team planning an elaborate plot a la Italian Job to rescue their other three players form jail. They saw us staring and started to wave. Cute.

I have to say, the city is over-run with cute boys, but I noticed a distubing trend. They're all disgusting. I'd casually point one out to Rebecca, and she'd turn to look and said guy would be picking his nose or shoving food down his face. Gross, gross, gross.

Anyways, I miss you all. Big hugs.
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May. 5th, 2006 @ 04:08 pm On the subject of natural selection
Current Location: Harlow campus library
Current Mood: sunburned
First I have to emphasize how loud the fight outside our window was.

It was two nights aga, Rebecca and I were working on our field reports when some girl started screaming, along with another girl and a guy. We couldn't see them because of the row of apartments blocking the road, but oh god, we could hear them. It lasted a good half hour, starting with insults and seguing into a catfight. We sat in the window and listened in amusement the whole time. Better than television.

Wednesday, we stayed in Harlow and did classwork, interrupted for lunch with Axel Meisen and the Board of Directors, who seemed very conscientious of our comfort, if nothing else. I think they want us to stay forever, which many of us would quite happily do, but the rent is exhorbitant.

Thursday, we went to the London Zoo, which was a lot of fun, but insanely warm and we nearly died tracking around all day. Afterwards, we went to Regent's Park and to 221B Baker Street to visit my hero :D We came home that night and went to The Chequers, which is this really dodgy pub full of creepy, skeezy older men. Luckily, we chicks were safely in the company of Dan, Tom and Mike, three of the local guys (Dan and Tom live in the residence with us). We spent a lovely evening drinking Strongbow and Guiness and doing a socialogical comparison of Canadian hockey to British football.

Today, we went to Down House, the residence of Charles Darwin, where he lived with his wife, 7 children, assorted aging relatives, and any visiting scientists. I will say right now, I'd take my toothbrush and move in tonight, because the house and garden are so beautiful. The first floor is preserved, with the living room, dining room, billiard room, hallways and study, where he actually wrote On the Origin of the Species. The second floor was an exhibition, charting the Darwin-Wedgewood geneology, displaying some of Darwin's specimens from his trip on the HMS Beagle, and some exhibits about the social and religious debates that were going on when Origin of the the Species and the Descent of Man were published. Biologist's mecca, seriously.

On a hilarious note, when Darwin was ready to send the first manuscript for the Origin of the Species to his friend, Thoman Lyell (a famous geologist), he realized it was missing. It was soon discovered that his wife had accidently put it in the nursery, and the children had used it for drawing paper. So what was arguably one of the most important biological papers ever written was sent off for review covered with crayon drawings. Best story ever.

That;s it for now. I have two field reports due and a big pile of laundry with my name on it. Oh joy.
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May. 2nd, 2006 @ 11:14 pm this is London calling...
Current Location: Harlow campus library
Current Mood: lazy
Hey everyone. A little note to confirm my not-deadness. We landed in Heathrow at the godawful hour of 7:30 AM, which was actually 4 for us, being in a different time zone and all. No one slept, so we were a pack of shambling zombies, looking for our bags and crying out for brains. Took a bus with a flying nun painted on the side to Harlow, which was a actually a really pretty drive. The campus is in Old Harlow, which is a stereotypical English country town, big trees, big fields and pretty houses. The first day, we bought enough food to keep ourselves alive and spent the day staring into space. By the time I went to bed, I'd been awake for 39 hours.

Sunday, we took the train into London and spent the day tromping about with Derek Burton seeing the central city and learning how to navigate the Underground. The trains are actually surprisingly user-friendly, and we can get from the Harlow station to Liverpool Street in about 45 minutes. At any rate, we probably walked about 10 kilometers and collectively took 1.4 billion pictures.

Monday, we had classwork all day, but Rebecaa, Brianna and I went to London to hear the Kantrovitch Ensemble (strings and harpsichord) play at St. Martin of the Field's Cathedral in Trafalgar Square. They were excellent, especially on Mozart's Eine Klein Natchmusik, Bach's Air on a G String, and Summer from Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Unfortunately, we sprang for the cheap seats, and oh god ow, Anglican gallery pew design. We then used our three collective university-educated brains to figure out how the hell to get back to Harlow, using British Rail on a bank holiday.

Today we went to the Natural History Museum, which was pretty awesome and had many dinosaurs to excite the four-year-old in all of us. The mammal collection was extensive, and I took another billion pictures. We stayed in London for the evening, and Rebecca, Brianna, Stef and I wandered from Trafalgar to Leicester Square to Picadilly Circus and visited some shops.

The nearest pub is pretty nice, but it closes at 11 o'clock, which is entirely stupid, since we're only getting home around that time of evening. and it's unfortunately when you could really, really use a beer.

Hugs to everyone, talk to you later.
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Apr. 28th, 2006 @ 05:56 pm So long, Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb
Current Location: home
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Of Montreal: Oslo in the Summertime
As the song says, my bags are packed and I'm ready to go. Rebecca and I are off to England tonight for a rousing month of train-hopping, drinking, and maybe possibly doing a bit of schoolwork. Maybe. If we have time. And are sober enough.

Will update as often as possible in the following six weeks. And I expect reports from all agents on the home front and a certain French-horn-toting Canadienne private currently in boot camp :)

Hugs to all, guys. I'll see you when I get back.
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Apr. 20th, 2006 @ 11:52 pm (no subject)
Exams are finished. Third year is over. Financial worries loom. England in a week.

I need a day or two to process, please.
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Apr. 10th, 2006 @ 07:03 pm (no subject)
Current Location: at my desk
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Of Montreal -- Everyday Seems Like Sunday
Back from Montreal, where I had a fantabulous time hanging out with Erin and going to see the penguins at the Biodome. Dude. Penguins. I'm not made of *stone*.

Unfortunately, I had to spent the plane trip up and back studying for my Population Ecology exam, which was made all the more difficult because, whilst in Montreal, I picked up a copy of a Livejournal aquaintance's first novel, His Majesty's Dragon by Naomi Novik.  And I am suffused with dorky, dorky love because it's an alternate universe Napoleanic war where there's an Aerial Corps, and people fight with intelligent flying dragons.  It's got the same kind of sudden, life-altering friendship that I loved in the Patrick O'Brian books, except in this case, Stephen's a giant fucking dragon.

Read this book, because it's awesome and will make your toes curl up with joy.
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