Wards Off Natural Science

Science is a weird word. I just looked at it for 20 seconds and felt a headache coming on.

So, you want 7 things about me? Done, but I'm not tagging anyone or stating the rules again. What you get here is raw material, leave the mercantilism out of it.

1) I wore pink headbands in high school for sports. I had long hair that required something to hold it back, and that thing was pink. Big whoop.

2)I bike around 20km a day going to and from Brian's house because: a) I want to hang out with Brian and b) I get some exercise. It's a win-win situation, other than the fact that quite often biking home at 9 at night isn't the most appealing thing when you have to go up the mountain. 'Nuff said.

3) Swimming in clean freshwater is one of my favourite things to do in the summer. I absolutely love swimming, and the feeling that your surrounded. It's just glory.

4) When I was in grade 2 or 3, my right foot curled slightly inward, making me walk kind of funny. I grew out of it, but from time to time I walk slightly veering to the left just for kicks.

5) I love writing more than reading. Reading usually seems like a chore and I can probably count dozens of times when I started a book then got distracted from it within the first 25 pages never to read it again. I suppose I'm one for beginnings and still awaiting an end.

6) I'm a big fan of disc and there's something that makes me feel very content and relaxed when I throw a nice disc. I can't describe it, I'm sorry, just go out and do it. You'll see.

7) I like animals. I don't like doing tests on animals, but happy animals. I suppose.

Frost...something....poops.

My Favourite Chords

This past week wasn't exactly what I had imagined it to be. The day that I left for BC I felt that I had everything going very well at work, with an ionophore cocktail made and ready to selectively sense divalent cadmium ions with an appropriate Nernstian slope. Alas, the start of the week prove to be more like a Rubiks cube, a tangle of strings ready to be untied, until finally when the lock is off the box and the lid comes off a cute business card with a glossy finish lays at the bottom of the package which says "T. Ry Again, Problem Solving Expert, Business hours 2:15 AM-2:30 AM Sunday Morning." It's a puzzle that's constantly making me turn around back down the path I just took so that I can get through the maze of numbers and theoretical principles that I've never encountered before. Is it frustrating? Yeah it is, but it's sure rewarding... or so I'm told. I've always been one for the puzzles though. I love problem solving.

I was six years and we were at my Oma and Opa for Sinter Clause and I was very excited. The thought of being able to open one of those shiny packages under the tree got my motor going. I remember going right away to the tree after giving my Opa and Oma a hug so that I could see if my gift was there yet, and then proceed to shake and imagine what could be inside. I'm not even sure what I wanted that Christmas, but I know what I got wasn't what I expected. We were gathered around the tree with the extended family; adults on the couches and chairs while the grandchildren sprawled out on the orange shag carpet eagerly awaiting for our names to be called. Finally my name was called and I raced to grab my present, seeing as I knew exactly where it was and what I sounded, felt and smelt like. I ripped off the paper, discarding it as a penguin discards the scaly exterior of its food. And alas, staring back up at me were the faces of two painted children that I didn't know on the cover of a box. "150 piece jig-saw" the box read, and once seeing this, I dropped the box as tears filled my eyes, and went out of the room crying as I found safety on the stairs near the front door. It was there I cried because I got a puzzle for my present, and apparently I did not want one. I am a whiny little troll.

Cheers.

Did You Hear That, Ed? Bears.

It's lunch break and I just ate an everything bagel with roasted red pepper cream cheese. It seems to be my staple so far this summer for lunches, seeing as it is tasty and relatively inexpensive. Whatever the case, it makes me smile.

BC was such a glorious time, I have to force myself not to think about it else I get all sad because I'm not there. It was good to be back, but I suppose learning how to do two-stage microelectrode pulls has it's upsides too. You get to realize how beautiful the place where you live is when you are trying to show someone it. I had the pleasure of showing Rebecca all the sights we could squeeze in, and it was great to see how she was pointing things out I've never noticed before. Such a thing was the banana slugs we saw which I suppose I take for granted after a rain. Yeah, I've seen a banana slug before, but never in this light, and it was great.

We got back on Sunday and Ree's parent graciously picked us up, which I'm very thankful for. After we arrived in Hamilton, a phone call soon pursued us and swayed us to play some flying disc in the park in the rain with 'Lenksy and John. I took off my shirt and shorts.

Plans for this weekend is to head out with Brian to his friends cottage and giving 'er skidoo. I look forward to this.

That is all.

Silver Nettle as My Tenant

Time flows like the lush rivers of British Columbia, which makes sense because there were flood warnings in BC last month. If you followed that analogy, then you would see that it would be comparable to a mother cheetah chasing down a medium sized antelope in order for her cubs to have some lunchy.

I'm in BC, and I woke up this morning having a hard time walking and just standing without being dizzy. It's a good 20 minutes since then and I'm still having difficulty, which leads me to at least two conclusions.

Conclusion the First: The mattress that was taken out of our crawl space so thatI could have some place to lay my head was infused with some sort of noxious mycelium whose spores have enter into my respiratory system, and then progressed either to my right kidney or to my brain to set up base. I would assume right kidney because that's the sense of balance for your body. Yep, the kidney. No, really, Mrs. Chaing lied to you in BIO101. She doesn't do that often, but you know how British people can get. Cheers.

Conclusion the Second: Someone, in the middle of the night, injected my very being with some sort of sober drunkenness, in where only my limbs and a small portion of my face is affected. This enables me to function in a normal intellectual fashion while sitting, which is adequate for morning conversation at the breakfast table, however it does cause me to loose all credibility when I attempt to go through a door and whack it with my shoulder. Again, good sirs and misses, cheers.

Ree and I are out in glorious BC defying all the odds of weather seeing as the past two days were supposed to be filled with filtered water from the sky. Instead we have experienced very nice 20-25 degree sunshine which, when it decides to stop, leaves the mountains towering in an intimidating black. The mountains then try to snuff the sun out, while the sun puts up one last fight to radiate the reds, oranges and pinks that it knows the mountains hate. Needless to say, this battle is a pretty one to watch, and we've been 2/2 for spotting it so far this trip.

We're here till next Sunday, so I suppose there will be many things to be talked about when we get back. Part of me is just excited seeing that Katrina and Ryan are shipping themselves on a plane to Alberta, which in my opinion, is not as good as BC, but does have some pretty stellar people.

If this feeling continues I might be tempted to make a scene in a public place. Good day to you all.