Things I require to be happy

(in no particular order)

Sunshine

Dogs/Cats/animals

Flowers

Family

Friends

Hugs

siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

It's beginning to look a lot like fall (again)!

Today, really for the first time this year, I looked out my window and was like 'Oh. Yup, it's fall.' Not Autumn, which to me is when all the leaves change color and you have beautiful crisp blue-sky days and being outside really is just pure delight (especially when there are leaf-piles and friends involved). Fall is that point when most of the leaves have fallen, and the sky is slate gray. It's like practice winter.

This is my third Summer-(Autumn)Fall-Winter transition in a row, and while I find that I don't mind it as much as I thought I would (in New Zealand the change made me miserable, but that could have been because they didn't really have an Autumn, and Winter just involved a lot of rain and cold wind where I was), I don't really like it. Truly, I prefer Autumn. Color everywhere, blue skies, chilly enough for hot mulled apple cider to be appropriate, but not so cold that you don't want to go out.

Anyway, this is a practice post, in a way. I want to get back into blogging! Looking back at previous posts, I had a lot of fun with it. We'll see how it goes!

And now, time for class.

Resolutions

1. Do things that make me happy with people who make me happy

2. Try new things, even if they're a little scary

3. Say what's on my mind to make sure that people know how I feel when it's important that they know

4. Be more active - spend fewer whole days inside, even if the weather is terrible

5. Be more forgiving (of myself)

6. Talk to my whole family more (extended included)

7. Listen to more music, of different varieties

I had such good intentions

I know it's be a while, but here I am again! Sleepless. I really meant to go to sleep so long ago; I'm not sure what happened. Now is not really the time for a catch-up on my semester, so I won't try. I do, however, have another poem for you - I don't think it's quite done yet, but one of my new years resolutions was to put my poetry someplace that I couldn't lose it, and so here we are.

Me, myself

one skin, brown. seamless.

look closer: blue veins, white scars, pink palms, wrinkles, calluses, marks, stories.

beneath: bones.

hard, strong, straight. Mine. Wrapped in muscle, fed with blood -ironwateroxygen- that is pumped by a muscle that names two parts of me,

one tangible,

one not.

A never-ceasing force of life [ideas] that feed my brain [knowledge] and my feet [passion], from my heart.

a streaming dancing twirl of blue and red defying gravity.

a swirling dance of light and joy and life,

Mine.

Me.

I liked the other one about bones better - I was actually going for a more personally descriptive piece here, and I guess I got around to it a bit, but I got excited about thinking about what's beneath my skin and how cool it is that I can move myself because of all of these different parts. I mean, maybe I'm just overly tired, but isn't it so incredible that we have bones and muscles and blood underneath our skins that are actually part of who we are? Isn't it weird to think about the fact that rather than live in the ocean, we carry the ocean inside of us?

Anyway, just some thoughts I've been having. Maybe I'll try to go to sleep again.

-Oh! I'm going to New Zealand in a few weeks, and I'll be keeping a blog while I'm there - but I think I'll make a new one in a new place, and keep this one somewhat personal.

That's all for now, happy new year!

Also, I really can't figure out why there is so much extra on the bottom. Weird.

Meet Dumbledore :)

My beautiful, happy, companionable, adorable beta. :D

He wiggles his fins at me and is just generally adorrrrrable. Seriously.

Ahh, a return

Well, summer is over in the blink of an internet eye. Maybe a literary eye? Maybe it was just your eye, haha!

I suppose it isn't quite over yet - I have another week and a half until classes start, but that week is scheduled left and right and almost entirely accounted for. It's nice to be on campus before everything starts though, and it's really nice to have my floor (and the bathroom) to myself... and! It's so nice to have my room to myself! Not that that will change, as I have a single (huzzah!) this year. It's kind of weird not having a roommate though, and I miss mine. I'm thinking of getting a fish so that I can have something to talk to that might at least look like it's interested :P.

I had a really excellent summer - it started out on a trip to NYC for a friend from high school's birthday (a trip that I was very skeptical of that turned out to be really fun), and it ended with a canoe camping trip that was probably one of the best experiences I've ever had. In between there were thunderstorms, concerts, concerts IN thunderstorms, research at Wellesley, hangings-out with friends, loves, families, dogs, and cats. There were shows, trumpet lessons, trips to brass heaven, picnics, and even a party or two. There was also my birthday - this is officially my 20th year outside of the womb on planet Earth. How weird is that? - and lots of paint. My mom got rid of a bunch of stuff that I wanted to get rid of but was incapable of throwing away and turned a storage area into an incredible mini library/office supply/place I might actually spend some time in. There was a family trip to Vermont, the exploration of a chasm, and more than one awesome badminton game. There was a lot more, too, but I've suddenly become very tired and think I will end this soon.

Right now I'm up at Wellesley training to be an FYM, or, in layman's terms, First Year Mentor. My job is basically to ease the transition for and answer all of the questions of my group of first years, while also making sure they stay calm and healthy. Oh, I'm also supposed to introduce them to other people, haha. We're halfway through training now, and I feel about halfway confident.

Okay, more updates later.

It's Summer!

The semester is over at last, and I'm home! Home! I feel like I've never had a summer vacation before - I have so much to look forward to and so much to enjoy, and it's really great. And I have so much time! Maybe I'll finally be able to do most of the things I say that I want to do (like uh, finish those paintings. Hmm.) 

Anyway. I'm really excited. :D

Exams are sucking out my brains

^ In a nutshell, that is how I feel at the moment. It's like, the more that I need to know, the less I retain! Terrible. Not to mention that the sun is finally out, the birds are singing, the lake is sparkling, everything in the world is saying Go outside Nooreen, go outside and play! But alas. 

This is what is standing between me and outside (not to mention me and summer vacation):

Italian final exams - written and oral

Music final listening exam and final orchestration project

Chemistry final exam and lab

Geology final project and lab

Jury, to prove that I've improved over the semester. (<- This one terrifies me)

Finish recovering the fish samples from the January post, look at all of the data, come up with something to present to the Harvard people. (Wait, Dan (research professor), I have to do what?!)

Rah. Anyway, nothing will get done unless I do it, so I guess I should get on that. My goal is to finish my instrumentation assignment so that I can spend the weekend studying for Italian. Aaand I'm recording this so that when I start trolling the internet to find out what's changed and end up at my blog thinking that I should write something interesting, I'll come upon this and realize that until I finish my exams, there is nothing interesting to say!!! (Go back to work Nooreen!)

Ok, going now. Sorry for the lame update. :)

P.S. The index finger is not called the index finger because it's on the inside of your finger and dextrous means nimble fingers. According to a very reliable and wonderful source, it's because the latin for 'to indicate' is indicare (same as Italian! neat!) - i.e. to point -> pointer finger.

Good to know.

Life in the Lab (so far)

So, I've come back to Wellesley a week early to work in one of my geo professors' labs - this is a brief summary of what it's been like so far with lots of pictures :D.

Day 1
On my very first day, I learned about making cups.
Here's what happens (it's quite exciting, really!): First, you set up everything you need - 3 pieces for the 'cup', a mortar and pestle, a scooper, and a piece of film 4 microns thick, and also whatever it is you're making a cup of. 

Next, you place the film on top of one of the body pieces of the cup, and slot the second piece into the first - stretching out the film and securing the two pieces together.

Then you crush up the sample, making an extremely fine powder, which you then mass out on an extremely sensitive scale (so sensitive that it registers when you breathe on it!! neat!), then you pour the crushed sample into the mostly constructed cup, stuff it with cotton  (except that it isn't cotton because that would be silly) and then you cap it. On the cap you write all of the relevant information, and voila! You're done! Except not. Now you have to go wash everything you used (excluding the scale because you used massing paper on that) - but this is also fun because you get to rinse

 everything with ethanol, which makes it all dry faster (since ethanol evaporates faster than water). Super fun :D. 

So. That's how you make cups.

After we made cups, we ran them through a Xepos machine, which uses

 x-rays to determine the elemental composition of the samples you put in the cups. You have to set up what you want it to do on a computer that's off the left edge of the photo, open the helium tanks on the right of the photo, then let it do its thing for a few hours (depending on how many cups you're running). 

And that's Xepos. 

Day 2

On my SECOND day in Dan's lab, I went to both MIT and Harvard - Harvard first, for a group meeting with the people we're running samples for, and also to discuss with some other people the data we've been getting for some of Dan's other projects. Right now we're working on Tar Creek, which is a study of a superfund site where flooding happens, so the study is on the transport of contaminants through flood mechanism (we're looking at tree bark from th

e banks of the river where the trees got completely coated in mud during the flood). We're also looking at soil samples from urban gardening projects where cities give compost that's been sitting in contaminated areas to people to use in their gardens (not realizing its contaminated, of course) - but we're also looking at samples of soil that's been decontaminated but which is slowly becoming re-contaminated just through transport of contaminants through

 the wind (which is pretty dangerous in and of itself, because if they're wind-transportable, then they're inhale-able). The third project is what we're mostly doing for the Harvard folks - a guy there named Jim is studying fish (uh. I'm not allowed to say from where or what specifically he has learned. Wow.), but I didn't start working on this project until day 3. Finally, the fourth project is on a powder from India that women (I think Hindus) trace down the middle of the top of their head, along the part of their hair when they get married. Unfortunately (and that doesn't really cover it) it has an incredibly high lead/mercury content, and since these women are applying it directly to their heads, that's a real problem.  (I just mentioned it to my dad and he says that it shines, hmm.) Of these projects, the first is being done with Harvard, the second with a non-profit, the third we're really just running samples

 for Harvard, and the fourth is for some guy, I don't really know the story behind it. I'm most interested in the last, I confess. 

Anyway, after we went to the group meeting at Harvard, we went to MIT to use their Scanning Electron Microscope (!!!!!) - here's something interesting:

 

^^ SEM at UCONN

SEM at MIT  ^^

On the other hand, now that I'm looking back at the pictures, I think the UCONN one might have been more sensitive - those are carbon nanotubes on the screen...

But I don't actually know. It's entirely possible that in the three years between these two photos, the technology has improved so much that the ginormous piece of equipment on the left has been compacted into the more manageable piece of equipment on the right (and we all know how technology likes to become more compact and sophisticated over time).

This essentially works by shooting a stream of photons at a sample, exciting electrons which then ionize. When the atom regains equilibrium, it has to give off a ray of something (conservation of energy) and there's a detector inside the machine (something about liquid nitrogen? I'm going to go to a class later on how the whole thing works, I'll post something updated then.) that reads the wavelengths and matches them with the wavelengths given off by electron movement in various atoms, which the computer then displays for you to sort through. You generally pick the ones that match with movement to the alpha orbital, as that's the most likely, and then the computer tells you what's what on the sample. Awesome!

Day 3 (today)

Today, I worked with the fish and the Sindoor, and organized the lab. There was snow so Dan couldn't come in, so we just made cups and such. Oh! We got to look at the freezers in the bio wing - this one here was at -80 degrees F. BRR.  ---->

 

And then we hooked up some samples that we need to make cups 

out of to a dry ice freezer (or something like that); that was pretty neat. 

<-- This is Emily doing that.

Tomorrow I have a meeting with Dan to discuss what I've done so far and what role I will play in his research team over the semester (yipes) - it's pretty cool to say that I'm on a research team!

And so, more later. 

p.s. having a terrible time with formatting on here. sigh.

Time Travel

I spend a lot of time thinking about time travel, and how to go about doing it - and I've come to an interesting realization.

It seems to me that our conceptualization of time travel is this: Someone is at point A originally in time, and they end up at point B at some later point in time - perhaps the point in time when you finally discover the secret of time travel and make your time machine. You take said time machine and reverse time and wow! You look around and the aforementioned person is back at point A. (You're off building your time machine still, hopefully - if you haven't altered events with your presence.)

However, if we go by special relativity (which we should, at least until Einstein is proven wrong), then time is all relative. That is to say, if you travel at the speed of light, you and your reference frame will theoretically experience no passage of time. If you travel faster than another person, your watch will run slower relative to theirs. So then, if you take your time machine and put yourself in it and *travel through time*, it seems to me that what will actually happen is you will go back in time - you'll make yourself younger. You're within a reference frame that has been moving continuously slower in relation to outside reference frames until time reverses. Inside your reference frame.

This might suggest that the way to get the time reversal outside of your reference frame is to move slower than everything else - so slow that you hit absolute zero. And then take away heat. (This is Greg's idea, I want you all to know.)

But here's the thing - according to the conceptualization of time that I noted above, we haven't just reversed time, we've reversed movement through space. So, spacetime. Does movement through time include movement through space? Should time travel really be called spacetime travel? And how do you account for the travel through space? How do you get that person from point B back to point A, instead of just making them younger?

Man. Every time I think I've come up with an interesting note about time travel, I realize that I haven't really. Greg and I had this really awesome discussion about it, and at the end he went "So, there can only be two conclusions [of our theoretical time travel test]. Either we can or we can't."

Anyway, this'll be interesting to come back to next time I think I've come up with something.

Added 1/23: interesting point brought up by Dan/his physics teacher: if you travel faster than the speed of light, you're just traveling faster than light. So you could potentially view events that happened in the past, but you couldn't interact with them, or change them in any way. Hmmm.

A Complaint

About misleading descriptions and adjectives and general naming of objects:

My brother and I were driving up from DC yesterday, and to ease the pain of the interminable drive through the snow, we listened to various music and podcasts. Towards the end, we started listening to 'This American Life,' a streaming podcast from Chicago Pubic Radio (www.thisamericanlife.org) - they talked about myriad things, including the effects of the economy on both teenage-hangout levels in malls and adult workers in the malls. They also gave an account of infighting in a group called AORBS (pronounced Ay-orbs), or The Amalgamated Organization of Real Bearded Santas, which brings us to my complaint. The whole of the story was given from the point of view of 'oh man, if Santas fight like this, how can we ever expect there to not be fighting in the world?'

News flash, This American Life!!!! They aren't Santa(s), they aren't even the embodiment of Santa. They're men, plain and simple. Men with beards and similar appearance to that of the much beloved Mr Claus. Perhaps many of them are even quite jolly, and I'm sure a few of them have a sneaking suspicion that they might really be Santa. The fact of the matter is that even though this organization is supposed to represent the round jolly good nature of Christmas, it is made up of men.

Don't hold up men dressing up as Santa as some kind of excuse for the lack of peace in the world. That's like using the word you're trying to define in the definition.

Done now.

Tolstoy, Cormac McCarthy, and Happy New Year

A few days ago, I finally finished Anna Karenina. And by 'finally', I don't mean that I got to the end of it and thought 'whew! I'm glad that's over with!' - I actually felt like the book ended where it needed to. Like the end of the book wasn't the end of the characters' stories, but it was the end of my window into their lives, and that was ok. I think it has the be the mark of a fantastic author when you feel like that, and I'm pretty sure I don't often feel this way. I keep thinking about Harry Potter, and how the story is fantastic and exciting, but full of holes (don't hate me!), like the infrastructure of the story isn't quite substantial enough - like if I look too closely, it'll fall apart. Really what I mean by that is that I don't feel like the characters exist outside of the books, which probably sounds ridiculous and strange, but at the end of Anna Karenina, I felt like the characters would go on, like I'd just looked away and they would continue with their lives. When I finished Harry Potter though, that was all - they can't exist without me to read their stories. It isn't just because Anna Karenina is based in real life and Harry Potter is fiction - I've read a few fantasy books where I felt like the characters would go on without me reading them into being (Lord of the Rings, for example, and some books by David Eddings). I guess what I'm really doing is mourning the loss of my old way of reading, which was just for the story. I know when in my life it changed, but it just keeps getting worse (where by worse, I suppose I mean better, in a way) - it's nice to read something and know that it's good literature, but it's incredibly sad to go back to books I loved when I was younger and find them to be pale shadows of my memories of them. (heh, it's kind of like going to N64 after playing things on the xbox, or PS3 [what sad comparisons I'm making right now] in terms of graphics)

At any rate, Tolstoy is, as I've said, a phenomenal author whom I'm completely in awe of. Shortly after I finished Anna Karenina I picked up Comrac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men, and it was kind of amusing to compare the two of them - Tolstoy is incredibly verbose, but not to the point of excess. Not a single word is unnecessary or out of place. McCarthy, however, is anything but verbose, and perhaps because of this, his passages hold just as much weight, and points where he does write longer passages stand out in both importance and ideas conveyed. What I'm trying to say is that I'm equally in awe of both of these authors for their incredibly different, yet incredibly effective styles, and I'm even more in awe of the fact that we can combine words that everyone knows in so many different ways and get so many different meanings out of them! I know that probably seems like a no-brainer, but man. I think that Tolstoy and McCarthy have styles on completely different sides of the spectrum, but they're both incredibly effective at conveying their ideas. Words are awesome.

I'm always a little bit surprised at how much Cormac McCarthy is able to say with his often short sentences (although actually, I think that sentence length is tied to landscape and plot - he does have longer, sweeping sentences that describe picturesque vistas and open plains - like in All the Pretty Horses) but in times of conflict and fear, the sentences tend to be short (like in The Road, and often in No Country for Old Men). Anyway, CM often talks about life, fate, and faith, and No Country was no different, although it didn't have the obvious focus of The Sunset Limited. It was interesting to think about the importance that Chigurh placed on the coin he tossed for the man's life in the gas station - interesting to think about the journey that the coin took, interesting to think about what Chigurh was thinking ("interesting"). I don't know if this will make sense, or if I'm just rambling on about things that everyone knows, or maybe I've rambled about this on here already, but it's such a backwards way to look at things - I mean, yes, it is fantastic to look back on events and see how things came together, fascinating to look at the trip of the coin and see it's seemingly impossible journey from the metal in the rocks to the coin deciding the man's life, but to go all the way from point B to point A and say that A came about because of B is false. Oh man, I remember now, heh. It's the anthropic principle, and I have thoroughly discussed this, but not on here. : P

Anyway. Happy new year, hey? It's been quite a year, and I mean that in the best way possible :). I've made my resolutions - boring 'be healthier', and 'do your homework on time' ones, but also 'read more for pleasure' and such like that. It's a reasonable list, and things that I look forward to doing. It'll be a good year, I'm pretty sure :D.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again

I wrote a post last night at a somewhat ridiculous hour, and looking back on it, I'm not really sure that I said what I meant to say. I'm not entirely certain that I'll get it out now, but at least I have a better chance, with both some sleep and my excellent procrastination skills on my side. My eloquence has been at an all-time low lately though, so if you'd try to read more for content than style, I'd be much obliged.

After a strange experience last night, I feel compelled to make the following assertion: I'm certain that the vast majority of people are beautiful inside. You are, much, if not all, of your family is, your neighbors even - but people hardly ever wear their hearts on their sleeves. To take the unrepresentative exterior and assume that it applies to the person within is an incredibly ridiculous assumption. While our brains are wired to help us recognize threats and such in facial expressions and attitudes of other people, some of this instinct has also been altered by society. Some of the nicest people I've ever met have been people society deems dangerous and irrational - like the scraggly wild-haired man who discussed brass quintet music with me in one of NYC's music stores, or the homeless woman at Porter Square who asked me to watch her things for a few minutes. If I knew these people better, I might not necessarily be best friends with them (although, who knows?) - but just because I don't know them at all doesn't mean I should be rude. Or pretend that they don't exist.

It's like that saying people are always quoting: 'Don't judge a book by its cover' - you can't possibly know anything at all about a person based on what they look like at this one moment of their lives except for what they look like at this exact moment. Yes, I suppose you can extrapolate and make assumptions, but really, what purpose does that serve? I can't help but feel like in our world, every wall we throw up between ourselves and the next person is another brick in the wall between ourselves and the world. Because really, what is the world? People. Animals, nature, yes, definitely, absolutely. But our entire world (where by world I suppose I mean society and structure and world on a day-to-day basis) is made of and by people just like you and me. People who could use a genuine smile from a stranger on the T after a long day. People who could use a hand, or a connection, a thank you, some small interaction to see that others do care. A moment of time to say 'yes, you are alive, and so am I. Isn't it wonderful?'

I'm not saying go out and be stupid. Don't wander dark alleys looking for strangers to smile at. But don't keep your head down and your hood up as you blunder through the crowds. Notice the people you're traveling through time with. Take a moment for the street musicians. Give someone you love a hug. Smile at a stranger. 9 times out of 10, they'll smile back. I know.

[not a] fail

I was working on the methane question during italian (shh) and I realized that the math I was doing at midnight is pathetic. I'll fix the post later - suffice it to say that actually, methane ends up holding 2.5 times as much radiation as carbon dioxide when it's all said and done.
Oops.

Added around 5:15 later the same day:
Ok, so the final findings (according to me and my very limited research into the subject) are thus - initially, CH₄ absorbs 2.5 times the radiation as CO₂, but because of the different residence times, there comes a point where both gases flatline - and at that time, carbon dioxide is absorbing 4 times the amount of infrared radiation as methane.
With a change in time of 10 years, you get something like this (table of relative absorptions):

CH₄   CO₂
25      10
25      20 <- point of flatline for CH₄
25      30
...       ... [skip a few years]
25      80
25      90
25      100 <- point of flatline for CO₂

In this very limited view, I'm saying that the same amounts of methane and carbon dioxide are being released into the atmosphere basically once ever 10 years. Iffy, unrealistic, but it shows some interesting things. Anyway, because methane has a residence time of only 10 years, you're starting from scratch at every new entry on the table. CO₂, however, has a much longer residence time, and it builds up - only falling out of the atmosphere at the second flatline point.

I just really needed to clarify that. When I find out the actual answer to this puzzle (on Thursday), I'll do my best to post it in a timely fashion. It'll be interesting to see!!!

When I don't feel like working...

I, unfortunately, tend not to. I am becoming a master procrastinator. Becoming? I suppose I have always been this way. It is unfortunate. Anyway!
I was just looking up some stuff about methane burning, because my geo101 professor asked us whether it would be better for the environment (in terms of climate change) to burn methane gas, or to let it escape into the atmosphere. On the one hand, by burning the methane you do make energy, which we all need - but on the other hand, by burning methane, you do the following:
CH₄ + 2O₂ -> CO₂ + 2H₂O + energy
The biggest problem with this is that it puts CO₂ into the atmosphere, which absorbs infrared radiation and is the whole thing we're trying to avoid. Interestingly, letting the methane just escape into the atmosphere as it is puts molecules that absorb infrared radiation 25 times more effectively than CO₂ out there - which seems, at first glance, to be a problem. But then I found out that CO₂ has a residence time of 100 to 110 years, while CH₄ has a residence time of 9 to 10 years. Soooo, you get 25 times more absorption, but for only 1/10th the time.
The crazy thing about this question is that there are a whole bunch of things that I can't seem to find (or don't recognize them in the very scientific ways they may be presented in) like - would the amount of energy produced by methane burning be greater than or less than the energy produced by the infrared radiation blocked by methane molecules through solar panels? Actually, I guess that question doesn't even matter in light of the actual question, which is about environmental benefits. I'm just curious about the numbers.
In other news, I just had pretty much the best break in the world. That may have been because technically, it was my first break this whole semester, since I went to Maine with the geo department during my fall break, but it was just really, really nice. I *didn't* do my homework (which is why I'm in the rocks lab at o-dark-thirty), but I spent some really nice quality time with my family, including the newest addition: Farrah. She's kind of insane. Well, mostly she's very energetic. Sometimes she does thing that I did when I was younger, and it's really, really weird to be on the other side of that. Mostly it's just really weird suddenly having a (for all intents and purposes) little sister like this, all of a sudden. My mom said to take it as a life experience; things like this are what make life so rich, and I guess she's right. Part of me would still rather I have a perhaps less-enriched life with my family remaining as it is, but another part of me, the part of me that is incredibly, ridiculously delighted with new relationships and the wonderful people in my life, is ok. And also the teeeensy part of me that always wanted a sister is pretty happy, hahaha.
Speaking of new relationships, I can quite honestly say that I have never been this happy in my entire life. I don't even know. Every time I try to express myself, the words that usually float around in my head all vanish and these things that I want to express manifest in colors and this thing called language that is supposed to make me (well, humans) so special becomes rather useless. Because if I walked around going 'blue! gold! a little bit of yellow, right there, and some fantastic maroon blending into scarlet' (I think that loosely translates to I now know someone who is so wonderful that I'm beside myself in amazement half the time, and the rest of the time, I don't even know. Aqua. Sunlight shining through the ocean.), well, it would be interesting, but not really convenient. Which is kind of unfortunate, because I think that colors are a really interesting mode of expression. One of these days - well, when I get home for break, I think - I'll sit down with some paint and try to put it onto canvas.
In the meantime, I think I should probably go back to my room, and then curl up with my pillows and perhaps dream up something for Sognante. Or (if it's just colors) maybe just for me :).

I can see!!!

My new glasses came in the mail today (I had them mailed to me, otherwise I would have had to wait until after thanksgiving to get them, and that seemed a little crazy - mostly because they were ready and I wanted to be able to seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) and they are SO CLEAR! It's amazing. Something happened to the special scratch-resistant coating on my last pair, and the coating was starting to ... selectively dissolve? I don't know what exactly, but it was making spots on my lenses, which is probably similar to having cataracts on your eyes (am I being melodramatic? Probably :P)
Here they are:

As you can see, they're pretty different from my last pair, in more ways than one! I love my old frames; I love that they're serious on the outside and have polka dots on the inside - but they're plastic and apparently the plastic they use for this type of frame 'dries out', so if anyone tried to take out the lenses and put in new ones, they might snap. Bah! I went through a lot of frames searching for an adequate replacement pair, which is in and of itself rather amusing. I mean, It's always taken me a while to pick out new frames, but when I was younger it was a really exciting process. This time, I was actually sad that I couldn't keep my old frames.
Anyway, these are the other frames I looked at:

So many varieties! But I ended up with the copper ones from the first picture. They're interesting and different, and I rather like them :P.
MOSTLY I'm just super super super excited about how clear the world is :D and I thought I would share. It's been a rather strange day, all things said, and the fact that my glasses came today has sort of accentuated that because I have to get used to the new prescription, so things look a little strange (Actually, nothing looks strange, it just takes a (noticeable) split-second for my eyes to focus.) Waking up this morning was weird, although I couldn't tell you why. I stayed up late doing italian homework last night, so that probably had something to do with it - and then we had a review in astro for our Friday midterm, and then I was riding my bike back to my dorm when I saw a few people standing around a girl who was sitting on the ground holding her arm next to her bike. In light of my unfortunate experience yesterday, I thought that maybe my first-aid kit would come in handy, but, good lord, she'd broken her arm and the bone had come through the skin. I didn't actually see the bone, buh her arm was bleeding rather heavily through her sleeve, and I'm pretty sure there are a select number of reasons for that - the number one being bones through skin. bleeeehhhhhhh. The girl who got there first was helping her hold her arm up, and we talked to the girl (Savannah) until campus po and the paramedics arrived.
And then, after that, I don't know. I've felt kind of light-headed since, which is dumb because it isn't like anything happened to me, and I don't get queasy at the sight of blood, but the thought of her bone sticking through her arm O.o. And also the ridiculous frailty of people. It worries me.
Take care of yourselves guys, ok?

An Ode

Banner Self Service

This is a system that needs help -
a little service for itself -
For while I sit here, my breath bated
my poor computer sure is hated
on by Banner Self Service.

Neither Firefox nor Safari
can get juice enough to see
through the maelstrom of requests
that Banner wears close to the vest,
Allowing us access, pretending we're set-
then chuckling and casting us out from the 'net.

Perhaps the problem is, in fact, this:
All of us, wile not registering, Banner does miss
and in attempts to make us stay
makes us curse the light of day
that creeps across the windowsill-
It's only 20 minutes! Be still!

So when next at your computer you sit
do pay Banner a brief visit
Look at your classes, or how much you own
try changing your name to 'Suzie', or 'Joe'
Through our attentions, perhaps B will see
That we love it, and it won't hate me!


Hahaha! I wrote this at the beginning of the semester while trying to register for classes - 'Banner' is the name of the system that Wellesley uses for this purpose, and while the server is certainly large enough to handle the sporadic requests throughout the semester, the sudden onslaught of demands while the whole college (well, each class) is registering usually overloads it, so it will look like it's just taking a really long time to process your request - but ACTUALLY nothing is happening at all, and you have to start from scratch.
This can be stressful because registration works on a first come, first serve basis, so if you need a particular section of a class because it's the only one that fits into your schedule (or say, want to avoid the Friday afternoon lab period) and everyone else wants it too... well, if Banner doesn't want you to have it, chances are it will kick you off. By the time you make it back on, it'll probably be full.
But! But! This morning, I registered for classes and it was SO EASY! Whether this was because my year-mates forgot that this morning was registration or because they did something with the number of requests Banner can process at any one time, I do not know. All I did was type in my courses, click 'ok' (or whatever that button says), and poof! There it all was! (normally there are around 20 minutes of edge-of-your-seat anticipation, but not this morning!)
Amazing.
So, I'm currently registered to take the following classes in the spring:
Geos 200 w/lab (historical geology)
Chem 105 w/lab (intro chemistry)
Italian 102 (second segment of the year-long italian program)
Music 235 (or some number like that) <- This should be interesting; it's a class on 'the orchestral instrument'. Really, I wanted to take theory, but the italian class messes with what I can and can't take - as the second segment, it's required otherwise I don't get credit for the first segment, and there are only 2 sections offered, so there aren't that many options. It's possible that another theory class will get put together though, in which case I will most definitely take it (provided it fits). Especially because this class meets Tuesdays and Fridays from 2:30-4:00, which is fine, it just... you know. If I want to go home, it means that I can't leave until 4. Ah well! Things can still change.
Wahoo! I'm registered!

(and I've also decided not to go to italian this morning. does that mean I can cross off 'declare your own personal lake day' on the list of 50 things? heh)

:D

Thoughts about Spacetime

I had a brilliant idea about spacetime this morning, but upon writing the blog explaining it, I came to realize that it is wrong - at the very least, I have come to realize that it requires more thought.
I needed to write this little bit because I spent so much time constructing my beautiful explanation, and I felt it required some acknowledgment.
heh

Maine (Part 1?)

Right now, I'm in Maine with the geology department from Wellesley, and we're basically taking a tour up the coast of all of the interesting rocks we can find - and man, with 4 geology professors along, 'interesting' basically encompasses EVERYTHING. I don't know enough terminology yet to accurately scientifically convey what I've seen, and I haven't yet uploaded my pictures, but when I do I will post them somewhere because the rocks here are absolutely incredible!! The whole coast (and then some) of Maine wasn't originally part of the North American continental plate - it was probably formed along the coast of Africa, and over millions of years, it's worked its way over, eventually colliding and accreting. So basically, not only are these rocks incredibly old, but they also formed on the other side of the world!!! (Granted they may not have traveled particularly far; it depends on time after Pangea and stuff like that, but anyway.) So we have these huge formations of igneous rocks that have been incredibly metamorphosed (we saw a section where the rock had been heated so much that it nearly melted - but it didn't, because if it had then the layering wouldn't still be visible - so you see these incredible swirls in the rock!! Swirls!! In ROCK!!) There was this whole other section that was both more dramatic and less - more because it was easier to see, but less because it probably required less heat and pressure to form, but basically there were these HUGE folds in the rock, and there were these perfect cross sections where you could see this huge curve in the rock - once upon a time, I would have been like 'hm. That's pretty neat looking.' - but now that I know some of the processes involved, I can't get over how awesome it is.
Man, Geology is so cool.
Ok. We're heading out now, going farther up the coast to look at MORE ROCKS!! Tomorrow morning we're going to Desert Island to hike up Cadillac Mountain to see the sun rise on the highest point on the Atlantic coast of the US - we'll see the sun first that morning! hehe!
:D

Wise words

Ellen Hayes - selections from her essay on electives.

"Compared with Jupiter and Saturn, this is not much of a planet, but it is your own planet. Will you feel quite satisfied to go up and down it for seventy years and remain deaf to the long, long story, blind to the pictured page? You are planning to visit, some day, the Yellowstone and the Alps. However much you may think you enjoy those regions, you will see, but understand not, and your enjoyment will be far less than it might be if you fail to study geology...... Do you think that ability to express yourself in French and German will in any degree make up to you for ignorance of the language of mother earth?

...Recover yourself from the conceit that you are an important person because you are a college graduate. The girl who spends the long day tying up bread and cake in a city grocery probably has as good a mind as you have, - perhaps a better one... You have lived for a while in a uniquely constituted community, all of whose members have sufficient food and wear good clothes, where there is light and warmth, books and music and pictures, - enough and more than enough; where there is exemption from responsibility and from the necessity of initiatve, and where there is freedom from the cares, the sorrows, and the dangers that beset many young women's lives. Depart quietly. The real test of you is yet to come."