Stuff! And... things!
Nov. 22nd, 2007 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eponymous_roseFirst off, since the vast majority of my f-list is American (though I think there are... at least seven other countries represented, which is all kinds of awesome), happy thanksgiving to you all! You know I'm thankful for all of you, right? *grins*
I had my last-ever chem lab today! Ever! Aw. It totally snuck up on me, too. And the chemicals we worked with/synthesized today were, in sequence: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. It took us forever to notice that. Oh, you wacky lab coordinators! What will you think of next? But then my buret was clogged so I was the last one to leave the lab, and for some reason everyone just wandered out at exactly the same time (including the instructor?) and so I got this nice little introspective moment where I could be alone in the big lab and just sort of look at things and possibly sigh wistfully from time to time. It was dramatically appropriate!
Also: full(ish) moon today! Fun fact - when I was a kid, I would talk to the moon! It was my very best friend (my first word was actually "moon", according to my Mom). I read a lot of books on astronomy as a really teensy kid, so I knew full well that it was just a big ball of rock that was incredibly far away, but it was still a pretty awesome conversationalist. "What are the haps today, moon? You don't say!"Is how those conversations never went.
(You should've seen my face the first time my Mom said "Oh, she likes to talk to the man in the moon." It was a very confusing time, because I was quite sure there couldn't be a man up there as there was no atmosphere to speak of. I think that's when my parents realised that I might just have inherited the freak science gene in the family.)
Speaking of science! My human geography professor has started singling me out and putting me into positions where I have to debate on the side of science, which is strange because I spend so much of my time justifying the arts to my colleagues. But hey! If it means sparking debates (read: debates that I can win), I'm all for it! (I mean, yes, you need to take societal and cultural effects into account when discussing resource management. Obviously. But nobody's gonna take your policy decisions seriously unless you've got the data to back them up!)
All this rambling is mostly because I have a terrible sore throat (owing more to the cold I'm getting than the poisonous fumes of whenever-that-was, I hope) and can't ramble any other way. It is the Law of Conservation of Rambling: if one cannot ramble verbally, one must ramble in a fashion suitable to one's capacity at the time.
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I had my last-ever chem lab today! Ever! Aw. It totally snuck up on me, too. And the chemicals we worked with/synthesized today were, in sequence: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet. It took us forever to notice that. Oh, you wacky lab coordinators! What will you think of next? But then my buret was clogged so I was the last one to leave the lab, and for some reason everyone just wandered out at exactly the same time (including the instructor?) and so I got this nice little introspective moment where I could be alone in the big lab and just sort of look at things and possibly sigh wistfully from time to time. It was dramatically appropriate!
Also: full(ish) moon today! Fun fact - when I was a kid, I would talk to the moon! It was my very best friend (my first word was actually "moon", according to my Mom). I read a lot of books on astronomy as a really teensy kid, so I knew full well that it was just a big ball of rock that was incredibly far away, but it was still a pretty awesome conversationalist. "What are the haps today, moon? You don't say!"
(You should've seen my face the first time my Mom said "Oh, she likes to talk to the man in the moon." It was a very confusing time, because I was quite sure there couldn't be a man up there as there was no atmosphere to speak of. I think that's when my parents realised that I might just have inherited the freak science gene in the family.)
Speaking of science! My human geography professor has started singling me out and putting me into positions where I have to debate on the side of science, which is strange because I spend so much of my time justifying the arts to my colleagues. But hey! If it means sparking debates (read: debates that I can win), I'm all for it! (I mean, yes, you need to take societal and cultural effects into account when discussing resource management. Obviously. But nobody's gonna take your policy decisions seriously unless you've got the data to back them up!)
All this rambling is mostly because I have a terrible sore throat (owing more to the cold I'm getting than the poisonous fumes of whenever-that-was, I hope) and can't ramble any other way. It is the Law of Conservation of Rambling: if one cannot ramble verbally, one must ramble in a fashion suitable to one's capacity at the time.
This post was brought to you by SCIENCE! It's what's for dinner!
