Thursday, November 13, 2008

Peace Corps Madagascar February 2009

There. That post title should be easy to find.

The purpose of this post is to grab attention, a little bit, because it's a generally-launched "HELLO!" to all the members of my stage (and all the other PCT/Vs who are floating around out there in Internetland...


Too, I looked at how many hits the blog is getting, and how many of them are from people presumably interested in Peace Corps stuff...and decided I'd better post something related to PC, even if it's just a filler entry.

Please, anyone in my stage or PCMad, leave comments!

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Happy Birthday, Carol

Happy Birthday to my lovely, admirable, brave, wonderful, funny, sweet, far-away Carol. Hang in there, because if you die of being surrounded by the stupid out there in Hawai'i, I'll never see you again!

Love you!

Friday, November 7, 2008

My < noun > is Problematic

We love River, of course.

I have problems in my life--for all of you smart-alecs out there, that is sizeably different than "issues," fullstop. Problems like "I have a social life and my grades are taking a big hit," or "My cook-group meets at an awkward time and nobody will switch with me, despite several people being *able* to...".

But there are also more confusing ones, which, just to be meta-discursive, I'm going to post. The first problem is the universiality of the Interblaggernettort00bz. Anyone who knows my name can find me here, because if you google me (we have no proper verbs in this language), I am the first hit. Much to the chagrin, I imagine, of Katherine H. Crocker, the Novato Lawyer, who weighs in second. It's just her findlaw site, so I don't imagine it's causing her too much grief. But anyway, anyone can find me. Therefore, anyone can read me. Which means that as a venting tool, this blog has lost its efficacy.

I'm in favor of freedom of information, always. And I fully acknowledge that my decision to pour my thoughts and things into the Internet is pretty much putting them up for grabs to the entire technological multiverse. Where this becomes problematic is in, say, posting my Madagascar mailing address on here. A concern I've heard the Peace Corps has is that then terrorists could find me. A concern I have is that I don't want everyone and their brother sending me stuff. I want letters. I want letters and letters and letters, but I don't want stuff, and for two main reasons.

The first:

Many people I've known in the past give gifts with lots of emotional strings attached. Sometimes, even though they're not even intended that way, because of my past with the person, they can't be taken as otherwise. Sometimes any interaction at all is just not possible, no matter the level of respect or well-wishing on either side.


I just can't afford to receive packages, as they charge you a sizable tax on anything you receive. Which means I only want the stuff I need.

I was going somewhere with this, but I've forgotten where and why.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Dirty Jokes I Can't Make

Being a Chemistry student can be hazardous to maintaining normal levels of immaturity. Consider that I (and everyone else in my class) have been able to say the following words with a completely straight face for over two years. Bear in mind that we can have spirited discussions about this without even realizing why the English majors over in the corner are laughing at us:

Penetration (and similar parentage words--penetrative, penetratory--sometimes a word--penetrator, etc)

Degenerate (also, degeneracy, degeneration, etc)

Excited State (also, excitation, "gets it excited", etc)

And the one that is shared among-ologies, -ics, and -istries:


Next time I don't giggle when hearing these words, that's why. I've been too busy determining the degeneracy of the penetrated orbitals, and figuring out whether getting a molecule into its excited state will lead to any cleavage

[EDIT next day: More words I can say without giggling: vibration coupling, vibronic, coupling...etc)