Pinkney Outing

So, Saturday was warm, threatening to be in the mid-90s in Ann Arbor. It was time to get out of my concrete pad, out of town, and over to Pinkney! Cris Turney had sent out an e-vite, and so I met up with people I hadn't seen in a while, and people I haven't met at all. In all, I think there were over 20 people that showed up during the day. (Most didn't last until 5PM - I didn't last too much longer than 5PM.) It was good.

Apart from the requisite "lying-about-reading" and food grilling, there was also the lake swimming and lake frisbee!

Unfortunately, we learned that Pinkney has a "NO ANIMALS" and "NO BIKES" policy. The first command is a bit of a question for me, since we (humans) are animals. Of course, I'm sure the DNR were meaning the second definition: "An animal organism other than a human, especially a mammal." However, I also question if they will enforce the third definition: "A person who behaves in a bestial or brutish manner." Somehow, I think not... We were there long enough for the DNR to enforce the law upon the dogs we brought... and the bikes we brought, too.

Now, the issue with bikes I don't understand. If the statement was "NO BIKE RIDING" then I could understand the intent. However, with bikes costing up to $1,000 being ridden in from Ann Arbor, people might want to have them close-at-hand, rather than trusting to a lock, chain, and rack.

Going home, I learned that the US tied with Italy in their second game of the World Cup, and that Ghana beat (!) the Czech Republic. USA has a chance (perhaps a slim one) to get to the second round! Ahh, the wonders of World Cup Soccer. Just keep us hanging on.

Anyway, don't we SNERDs look so happy sitting out at the lake? (Don't worry, everyone in the photo had slathered on enough sun screen to keep themselves from turning lobster-red, I'm sure.)

Cutting down the old elm tree

The elm tree that stood just outside the Dana Building's Diag-side entrance is no longer there. After having one of its major branches lopped off last year, the grounds staff have decided that it could not be saved, and so toppled it this afternoon.

A tree will not be planted there until the fall. Hopefully it will not be another maple or oak (as there are plenty around the campus already). The UM forester I talked with made a mention about some disease-resistant elm trees that are being cultivated, but the Diag planting design was not his jurisdiction.

Although I am not a "plant" person, it is still sad to think that there will be a large gaping hole in the Diag's "canopy" near the Dana Building. Hopefully Prof Moore will not have too many issues with glare as the summer progresses.

Rainy day in April.

"Drip, drip, drop little April shower, Beating a tune as you fall all around."

Okay, so the film Bambi didn't make the showers seem so cold as they made today. (Well, cold as compared to yesterday - personally, I think this is nice weather, although my plants would be wont to disagree if the could.)

It is SUPPOSED to get back up to the 60s tomorrow. Let's see. Until then I'm going to enjoy the wonderful cool day that is somewhat remeniscent of a Scottish grey.

Auchermuchty!

Sunny Days

Last Saturday, I went to a "PrEaster" Party at an old friend's old house. The photo looking like something out of a JCrew catalog is just a regular graduate student sort of "porching" behavior that is common in the sunny srpingtime. (In case you are interested, you can find all of your clothing needs with JCrew, but probably at a higher cost than you would want to pay as a graduate student).

On a bit of wandering around later, Keith and I bumped into Shinsuke, and (while talking) saw an Isetta pull up at the A2 farmer's market. It's such a nice little car, in the sense that it provides something akin to an enclosed motorcycle on four wheels. The door placed on the front of the body made me wonder if such a car would be amenable to parallel parking, since an inconsiderate driver might back up close to the front of the Isetta, making it impossible access the door. Also, the length of the Isetta appears to be about the same as the width of most midsize cars, and definitely shorter than the width of most SUV's. Of course, this might just be too tempting for an over-zealous traffic warden to ticket...

Finally, Keith and I ended up at the rope swing out at West Park. The photo doesn't do justice to the drop-off that one swings out over.

Weather: Sunny.

There are art installations on the Diag this week, courtesy of the MLA students. Yay! Art! Distraction! Learning! Multi-disiplinary multi-media learning tools!

The following descriptions match up with the various projects (however, they will not likely match up with my photos, since Blogger and I don't get along very well).

ROOTed (front of Dana and Randall)

Jennifer Austin, Erik Dayrell, Susie Mattke-Robinson, Mary Walton

Beneath the surface, the roots of a tree provide stability, strength, and life. Were these roots visible, you would see they reach out far past the trunk of the tree, extending well beyond the canopy. They would bleed their imprint onto the ground, making clear the connection between the life of the tree, the earth around it, and our place rooted in nature. Media: Broadcloth, wire.

Dioxin Exposure! (front of Dana)

E. S. Bauer, S. M. Layton, M. S. Jastremski

Dioxin is a dangerous chemical produced primarily by waste incineration and burning coal to generate electricity. It is present to varying degrees in nearly all life on earth, humans included. Dioxin Exposure! does what its name implies; it amplifies something that is all around us, even inside us,
but that we never see. For more information on Dioxin, visit www.ejnet.org.




Wind at Work (next to Hatcher Library)

Brian Chilcott, Amy Hiipakka, Britt Olsen-Zimmerman, Joel Perkovich, Ja-Jin Wu

The Wind at Work installation is intended to reveal that clean wind power becomes a sculpture in the landscape, rather than a scar as left by traditional fossil fuel extraction. Our intention is to promote the simple beauty of these forms in a bright and joyful space.



Shrine of the Once and Future Forest (front of Tisch Hall)

Jennifer Dowdell, Dave Laclergue, Carrie Morris, Zhifang Wang

Inspired by "The Once and Future Forest" by Leslie Jones Sauer of Andropogon Associates, this shrine mourns human-induced threats to forest diversity. The project encourages consideration of the history of introduced diseases, pests, and invasive species in North America. Playing off of current concerns about the emerald ash borer and the hemlock wooly adelgid, the shrine intends to expand awareness of a long and catastrophic history of similar disturbances, and the inevitability of future epidemics if preventative policies aren't established.



Flux (front of Angell/Mason Hall)

Katherine Foo, Tao Zhang

This installation speaks to the complex energy network that lies underneath the earth. The exponential mathematical relationship of its form expresses the intrusiveness of human beings' patterns of resource use.



Highlighting Diversity (tree wrappings)

Michael Yun, Holly Zipp, Yasuhiro Ishihara, Alicia LaValle, Amy Beltemacchi

We are surrounded by the solidity and permanence of trees but their inherent familiarity can make them invisible to our eyes. Wrapping tree trunks with a simple swath of color highlights the diversity and immutability of the trees. A sequence of horizontal bands at eye level emphasizes a line on the landscape and brings unity to a space which is otherwise experienced disparately. Each color corresponds to the tree's botanical family. We hope to deliberately connect our community to the landscape with this simple act.

Weather: Sunny

I went to the farmer’s market, A2’s PFC, and Eastern Accents Café. At the market, I picked up some leafy greens from Brines Farm (fantastic salad mix, arugula, and spinach). ** As a side-note, MS Word 2002 doesn't include "arugula" in its spell-checker **

On the way to the farmer’s market, I saw city workers cutting down a tree near the “Y”. I didn’t ask why they were doing it, but if it was like many of the trees there, it was some sort of maple (so it wasn’t because of the emerald ash borer). It was likely damaged by the heavy winds we’ve been having recently. Still, to have four large trucks come to take down the smallest tree on the block seemed a little overkill to me. That they spray-painted a blue "X" on the side of the tree facing the street before starting to cut does, however, make it seem more (erm) in line with what I would expect from the city.

At Eastern Accents, Curt and I were given the privilege of briefly hosting a drunk in a puffy jacket for a few minutes before he realized that:

1) he couldn’t draw in his state of inebriation (he was apparently trying to draw a woman’s face, but couldn’t get past drawing just the eyes), and

2) he wasn’t going to get much more from us than near-rapt attention at the nonsequitor of his presence (after all, it’s not every Saturday morning that you have a drunk join your table at an near-empty café).

I’m also including some photos of Ann Arbor’s lovely City Hall that I took on my way to the market. It seems to be a building lost in time. I say this because, given the right building materials and planning, the design would have been awe-inspiring, as the building would appear to defy gravity; a triangular wedge standing on its point. Instead, we have something that tried to make an attempt at this in planning, utterly failed somewhere during the construction phase, and now sits sullen and alone in the middle of its asphalt parking lot. Ladies and gentlemen: the city hall building of Ann Arbor.

Weather: Rain and rain and rain (and clouds)

I woke up today to the sound of rain pelting down on the roof. Lots of rain. Yesterday was sunny and breezy. Today is rainy and breezy. It MUST be spring.

Unfortunately, this rain means that we will be postponing the Spring Picnic to another day (the first time since I started here). As SNRE students, part of me feels that we should be able to withstand and enjoy the various types of weather that is part of a Michigan spring. However, I am not a "normal" person in this regard. (Plus, rain doesn't go well with sandwiches...) If there was some way of having a gathering outside the building, out of the rain, but in a different situation (similar to the Arb), I would be all for it!

Oh, well. Back to work. Back to (a modeled) reality.

Window: Cloudy

Apple is now capable of doing Windows! People with Apple can now use ArcGIS! (And apparently, it runs Windows faster than a PC...)

Weather: ...

The bird flu is not even 10 miles away from my alma mater, St Andrews in Scotland. The story is likely to cause panic in the area. I hope my friends keep a sound head and do the right thing.

Weather: Changeable.

It appears that the Ross Business School's Davidson Hall is to be demolished as part of the $300 million redevelopment process. The trucks are out and ready to start the destruction! I took some last photos of the place before it goes bye-bye and all that is left is rubble. I wondered when this will happen, what will the new building would look like, if it would be LEED design, how this might hurt the school's short-term enrollment, or cause more people to come to an expanding program. All questions were mostly answered at the "Community Creation" page at the Ross School of Business. Lots of pictures of what the thing looks like, including information about their fitness center!?!

I also include a photo of one of the sorority buildings overshadowed by the South Quad dorm. I just like the photo.

Also, Bank1One is now Chase! (The ATM is being measured to fit. It turns out that most of it is plastic - just like the H2!)

Weather: bleaugh

The weather is SUPPOSED to get warmer. We shall see... (currently 37F, but it FEELS like 29F.) Slightly windy. Perfect! This is good weather.

(The "bleaugh" is just my mood right now.)

Webcomic review 1: Okay so I read webcomics. Fine. I know that there are better ways of spending my time. However, I choose to not follow them. In this and future blogs, I will go through some of the (many) webcomics that I have deemed suitable (for various reasons) for me to read. The first one is Accidental Centaurs by John Lotshaw. Apart from having a bias positive regard toward John's last name (hahahaha, bad joke), I feel that this strip is a nice piece of fantasy comedy, and isn't a dark, violent, gory, erotic, super-sarcastic, and/or geeky comic. It isn't manga-esque or a super hero comic, but features two centaurs (Alex and Samantha) that were originally human scientists from earth and are now caught in another dimension where they meet a genie called Lenny that transforms their perceptions of themselves (and you, the reader) to that of centaurs from Greek myth. They go through some adventures, but since the comic is updates only semi-weekly, each adventure might take a year or more to get through (going through the archives is a better way of getting a feel of each entire plot arc). John's pacing seems to be a little slow for my liking at times, but he still makes the ride a good one.

There is usually some amount of time that passes between adventures, so you pick up with Alex and Samantha in a place that usually has little to do with where the previous story line took place. Additionally, there has been a couple cross-over plot lines with The Wotch (coming up in a later post), and a few guest artists have also contributed work.

Final review: I like it! You should check it out.

Weather: Windy

I like days like today: just above freezing, windy, and touches of sunlight (I would call it a "dappling", but that might be going too far). Brisk wind; makes me feel like I should be energetic.

Yesterday, I went to a talk by the creator of Piled Higher and Deeper, the online webcomic all about graduate life. It was a great talk where the (now FORMER grad student) told us all that procrastination is GOOD. However, procrastination is often mistaken for laziness (which is BA~~D). The difference is that if you procrastinate, you put off something until a later time (usually unnecessarily). If you are lazy, you just put stuff off.

There are two implications here: the first one being that if you procrastinate, you will do it when it needs be done (although "when it needs to be done" and "deadline" apparently don't always mean the same thing), and the second one being that procrastination requires finding something pleasurable to do (although not always pleasurable in all circumstances; such as cleaning all the dishes, vacuuming the house, cleaning the oven, etc) that suddenly makes postponing the first thing necessary.

The problem comes from GUILT. Guilt comes from (other than being a Catholic) the belief that you SHOULD be doing what you are distracting yourself from actually accomplishing. However, guilt tends to make a person enjoy their distractions less and less, causing them to pursue them more and more, causing a person to hurtle along a downward-spiraling trend toward depression. The key is to enjoy your distraction fully, and then go back to what you were working on before being distracted. (And learn to become less distracted with extraneous things in general - like life...)

Finally, I liked his explanation of Newton's (modified) second law of graduate student life:

F=m a

therefore: a =F/m

or

Age (grad student) = flexibility (of choices)/motivation (to finish)

As one progresses through graduate student life, one's motivation to finish tends to wax and wane (apparently at electrical engineering at Stanford, motivation wanes more than waxes). As dm/dt decreases, da/dt is expected to increase, as per the formula. The key to finishing a PhD is (apparently) not increasing motivation per se, but seriously decreasing a grad student's flexibility! (So long as the flexibility is lower than the term for motivation, the degree will be finished!) What an insight!

Weather: PhD Potluck-y

Thanks Dave (and Lekha) for hosting this month's PhD potluck. I've never been to such a successful one (and met so many PhD students from outside SNRE)!

I learned many different things tonight. The first one being that Paducah, KY was the glue that holds all of us together (who would have thought that such a small town would have independently come up in four different conversations). By the end of the night, we had established that Paducah was central in many critical points in the world's history.

Another thing that we all learned was that the best way of getting a good rent while in town is to "get to know" your landlord/lady a little bit better.

I learned that Jerusalem and Tel Aviv are separated by about 60 miles, and 2000 years, and reminded of the story of Isaac's birthrights, teaching me that one should never judge a son by the hairyness of his arm.



Finally, I learned about freecycle.org, which is apparently a great way of getting rid of stuff that you don't want, don't know how to get rid of, and don't necessarily want/need to sell. I will have to check out this site, see if there is anything that a poor grad student such as myself can get my grubby little hands on.

Weather: Cloudy

Went to an April Fool's wine & cheese party out on the east side of town last night. I got back home at 6AM, and I have photographic evidence that Keith is a wine fiend!

Daylight saving's time. Bah. It's 1 PM and I'm just starting out the day.

Weather: ...

Happy April Fool's Day.

Weather: Showers illuminated by lightning.

So, the weather was nice walking home at 5:30, and walking down Liberty St. I bumped into Lorcan and Marina on my way home. They were thinking about going for a jog, and I was going to the "Y" to get some swimming in. (I have to worry about my girlish figure, don't you know.)

There were dark clouds threatening to the west when I got to the "Y" to start swimming at 6PM. Swam for 30-40mins (I finally got a pair of goggles at the CCRB on campus for $4!) and then took a nice, long shower. By the time I left (~7PM), it was raining. I went back into the locker room, changed back into my swim trunks, packed my jeans (with the cell phone I'm borrowing from Solomon until May) into my backpack, and went back out to brave the potentially-heavy rainstorm. As I was prepared (somewhat of a boyscout) for the weather, I had brought a waterproof jacket with me. This I draped over my backpack (carrying my data-laden laptop) for the slog back to the apartment.

Well, I started on the 2.5 blocks home, and the water seemed to come down harder and harder each step I took. By the time I was back at Liberty St, my boots were soaking. It seemed as if I was reaping the benedictions of the rain goddess, there was so much rain. A monsoon would have had a hard time matching the volume of rain that fell in that short period of time. By the time I got back home, my boots and socks were as wet as if I had walked through a river, and my shirt was soaked in front.

I got inside the building, took of my boots and socks, went back outside, poured the water out of the boots, wrung out the majority of water from my socks, came back inside, and (with wet and quickly fogging glasses) walked up the stairs, and rang the bell for the apartment. Luckily, Curt was in, and got the door (thanks, dude).

I wish I had my camera with me, because there was a lot of amazing water sheeting across the pavement going on. After divesting myself of the worst of my wet clothes, I stood outside and watched the lightning show for a little bit, trading lightning storm stories with Curt. Lorcan had earlier mentioned gin and tonics on his deck to watch the lightning. Unfortunately, I wasn't about to go back out into the rain for some G&Ts (yes, you can call me a wuss).

Next time, if a thunderstorm is threatening, I will return to the apartment first, collect my water shoes, drop off all electronics, and THEN head off to swim at the "Y". Of course, I probably would have gotten as wet walking home as I was when in the pool if I had done this, but at least I could have taken my time to get home... (Okay, if that last sentance didn't make sense, because of lack of context, then I understand - it doesn't make much logical sense to me, either, but I think it conveys the point... somehow.)

Weather: Changeable

So, it was supposed to be rainy today, with lots of thunder and lightning. Work is going very, very, VERY slowly. I'm finding that I am not making very much progress - I'm fatigued for some odd reason, too.

Correlation values for different variables.... How to relate (modeled) water temperature to trout abundance... How to relate (measured) water temperature variance to changes in flow... All these things I am trying to figure out (somewhat unsuccessfully at the present time)...

It's approaching 3:30PM, and I need a pick-me-up... (As I'm in the habit of using too many ...'s when I'm tired...)

A slightly odd juxtaposition: Charlotte Church singing "Voi Che Sapete" in the Institute of Fisheries Research building's attic offices, and (OMG!) a smattering of sunlight through the obliquily-placed window that is my only connection to the outdoors. Occasionally, I hear a guy walking to and from classes singing a song (most likely playing on his music device). Of course calling it "singing" stretches the notion slightly; belting-it-out is more like it. The acoustics of this part of campus ensures that there is a definite "ringing" quality to all noises above a certain decibel, and (let me tell you) he surpasses that point easily. He's not that big of a guy, either; slighly about average height, somewhat atheletic build, long hair, mutton chop sideburns, wears a black trenchcoat (apparently regardless of the weather), but obviously has good (nay, GREAT) breath support. That he can apparently carry a tune at that level of volume is also amazing.

What is odd about the whole thing, though, is the complete and utter lack of any reaction from people passing by on the sidewalk. Not a glance, not a comment regarding his singing (disparaging, or otherwise), nothing. It's like watching that scene from Schindler's List, the one with the girl in the red dress. You feel like the only person in the world who notices the person, who, to you, is so obvious. Perhaps they are thinking, "Don't look at the crazy loud man walking this way." But they don't look at him as he passes, nor snigger to each other if traveling in a group, which is also odd.

I think he works at the Pizza House restaurant in town (there can't be that many people with his hair styling, build, gait, and face in this town).

Weather: Rainy

Okay, so today is the opening day of Ice Age 2: The Meltdown. Hopefully, THIS is not the reason why people are talking about global warming (call it climate change if you want). Hopefully, it isn't because of a transient computer animated phenomenon characterized (in the trailer) by a small rodent chasing after an acorn.

On the flipside, hopefully this will cause some media attention to linger on the subject of global warming for a period of time longer than the film is in release. (Seeing that this is a family film, the time of release might actually last through May, when all the summer blockbusters come out). Maybe I'm just getting up on my environmentalist high horse, but I do think (and many scientists - social and physical - are making the same point) that something crazy is happening with the weather. Eventually even regular economists will have to realize that global warming will affect natural resource stocks and flows including many non-fungable goods, such as water, land, and clean air. I would like to see the paper on that!

Okay, so to come back down. Back to work. I don't know what to do for lunch, though...

Okay, I'm starting as well.

Although there isn't any "pressure' to speak of, I feel that there are more and more (and more) of my friends who are jumping onto blogging. So here I come as well. In the great risk of joining the large number of people who are saying "Oh, my God!! This is my first time blogging!" I must say that this is my first time "blogging" although not the first time that I have been writing and posting stuff online.

We'll see where things go with this.

19 Jan 2004

We just got back to Gomti Guest House after buying the tickets. That was an adventure. First, we had to finalize the schedule and get the total ticket price. Then we had to go to a bank in order obtain the rupees to pay the tickets. The main station is something else. Situated opposite one of the bazaars, the area attracts thousands of people. And hundreds of autorickshas. The station itself is crowded with all types of huanity, and the smell of humanity and fuel and excrement all mixed together. The bank was located at platform 12, and to get there we needed to purchase a platform ticket. There was the long march to platform 12 from platform 1. The train station is laid out much like the rail yards of the UK, but with a much grander scale. We did get the money changed, and walked back to the ticket office. To and from the ticket office was done by autoricksha. That was quit fun as well. The driving in India seems to be "go where you can and honk your horn constantly." My ears are ringing slightly. I got a few photos of the trips over and back. Now, we are off to purchase lunch and some on-the-road supplies for our trip to Haridwar.