Tuesday, June 28, 2005


I've posted a couple new pictures on my LOMO page. Click on "public albums" and then "Session5" to see them. To be honest, I'm getting sick of the format of this website, even though they give me free unlimited webspace for pictures. It takes me forever and it won't even show vertical pictures the right way. I like the ease of that software that Kelly uses for her pictures, even though I can't quite figure out how it works (The pictures just magically appear on the internet without uploading them anywhere!).

Edit: Added "Session6" too. It's technically not LOMO images, but it is taken with an expired disposable camera, which is well within the philosophy of LOMO.

Monday, June 27, 2005


Sounds like Tracy's Worst Nightmare. It's real too. I found their published journal articles on the technique.

Friday, June 24, 2005


Turns out I am a mutant. It doesn't really change my life in any way, though. I just have to remember to get up and go to the bathroom during long airplane flights instead of sitting still and holding it. To me, it's more of just being aware so that in the unlikely event that something does go wrong, I'll know what to do about it.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005


Kelly and I saw a commercial about the new Hyundai Tucson last night. The name just sounds silly to us, so we came up with some more car models:
  • Honda Phoenix
  • Ford Flagstaff
  • Kia Ajo
  • Saturn Buckeye
Can you think of any more good ones?

Monday, June 20, 2005


I did lots of stuff this weekend. I finally saw Episode III with Kelly and her brother. It was definitely better than Episodes I & II, but I wouldn't call it a great movie. There were some really good parts in it, but also a lot of cheesy parts too.

I also got to play croquet for real for the first time. I suck at it, but that actually helped me because I wasn't a threat or I was too far away from the other players. It was kind of fun, and there's a little bit of strategy involved.

Saturday, June 18, 2005


I just finished reading Quicksilver. That book is a fucking monster. 916 pages long, and it's only the first volume of a trilogy!

Thursday, June 16, 2005


As many of you already know, I had a bad/humorous fall during Field Camp. Well, my scrapes and bruises are healing nicely, but I still have that strange pain in my chest. So I went to the ASU Student Health Center to check it out. Fortunately, the x-rays were clear. My ribs are all healthy and strong, so it must be muscle pain, which makes the most sense to me. I also had them take some blood to check for the prothrombin 20210 mutation that my dad has. My late uncle died on the operating table because of it, so it's about time I got checked for it. My brother got checked and he doesn't have it, so hopefully I don't either. I go back to see the doctor for my results in a week.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


Walking down to Student Services and back is unpleasant during the summer, but it pisses me off when I have to do it and end up accomplishing nothing. That happened yesterday when I tried to register for my one research credit. ASU decided that any grad student getting TA/RA money must be registered for at least one credit during that semester, even summer sessions. Unfortunately, they didn't get the new summer session tuition wavers into the computer system until after Field Camp began. So now I'm trying to register for my one credit late. I had to fill out this special form and get Jim Tyburczy (the dept. chair) to sign it. Then the academic advisor told me to take it to the registrar in Student Services. When I finally got there the registrar told me no way; I needed a CLAS dean's signature. So I had to walk there and back for nothing.

Turns out, I do need a dean's signature. But stupid Carol Comito (who is now on my Do Not Trust Because of Incompetence List) didn't know that. So I today I walked to the new Foundation building, which is north of University, to get that done. Then I had to walk all the way to south campus to Student Services again. Now I'm back in F-wing, where I have to call Sun-Dial to hold my classes with financial aid. That's one hell of a trip.

Monday, June 13, 2005


Field Camp is over now. I took the class in 2002, and I've TA'd it for the past three years. I will probably/hopefully be graduated by the time next summer comes around, so I should not be teaching a fourth year. This has got me thinking about my legacy with Field Camp. What improvements have I made to the class that will last and make it better?

For one, I've redrawn most of the sector boundaries. The purpose of this was first to make them smaller and more manageable and second to include/exclude parts. For example, I got rid of the "snork" on the sector with Access Ridge and Doubtful Canyon because it was a big time waster. Besides, that sector was very hard to map as it was. This summer I mapped the sector south of Camp Tontozona, and ended up reducing its size by about 1/3. The geology isn't all that complicated, but it takes 1-2 hours just to get back there, so students have less time to map. My only regret was that I wasn't able to map every sector to redraw them all. There are two extra large sectors to the west now that I've convinced Tom to split into three in the future when the highway construction is finished out there.

Secondly, I've convinced all the instructors that mapping on a double-scale map is helpful for making a key. I take the topo map the students use, scan it, and double the size. Then you can map more carefully and fit more on it, like small quartz veins and bits of travertine. This also makes us map more carefully and get the geology right. By having these more accurate double-scale map keys, we can get rid of most of those old student maps we've been using for keys, which may not even be right.

That's about all I can think of right now. Maybe there's other little things I've done to make Field Camp better.

Sunday, June 05, 2005


I'm back in town for the weekend, but I have to go back up to Field Camp tonight. I missed Kelly, so it's nice to be able to spend at least a little time with her.