Long times in a short world.
I should be sleeping, instead I'm up not studying for one of my four exams writing this: The idea is sort of inescapable, almost unperceivable in the wide view. The reality is one that leaves us questioning our perception as well as our mental redress of the things we thought we knew, saw, and felt. Yet, can we help but spend ages pondering these changes, these new incredible insights? Love is one. It mangles and divides sense and reason. All the things we knew, the facts, are discarded as new emotionally open modes are forced upon our weakened psyches. Despite the assault upon our person, both spiritual, mental, we are left with the damage and the benefits of such daunting thoughts. Though one can’t avoid the pulsing of simple desires, so pure, one must relate to them the story of life to capture their context. Once the trap of love can be placed as such, it becomes ever so manageable, like a hurricane on a leash. The failure of human enterprise to harness its impulse is regrettable, but far from blame worthy. We walk a tightrope between these human needs and the package of desires that we call our own. .
I suppose I should write something about my "life" as to maintain the illusion of this "journal." So...
After a trial of Herculean proportions I not only arrived in San Francisco I was able to get my poster printed for my session on the first day of the AGU Fall meeting. The disconnect between getting my abstract, Plume-Lithosphere Interaction in the Ethiopian CFB Province: Breaking up Gondwana, accepted for presentation at the conference and actually getting my poster done was surreal. The actual conference was overwhelming. 16.000 people plus were in attendance representing more countries than I could name right now. I stood in line for registration between a Chinese scientist and two guys from Poland. The scientific programs were varied and incredible. Talks ranged from using earth proxies to study morphological features on the moons of Jupiter and Saturn, to studying the behavior of a new species of flat fish around three geothermal vents in the west Pacific near the Mariana and Philippine sea trenches.
The actual presentation went very well. I ended up spending almost four hours standing at my poster talking with others and explaining the science. I even got into some nit picky discussions about the proper role of "lithospheric" when describing the various chemistries of the mantle and crust. Atop all of that, I met so many people my head was swimming with names.
Suffice to say my time in San Francisco was memorable and enjoyable. I didn't make all the best choices and I can only hope there are no lasting consequences. Regardless, I don't regret the jaunt or the time spent.
This concludes my attempt to "use" the old jive-journal for its intended purpose.
-Godspeed
I suppose I should write something about my "life" as to maintain the illusion of this "journal." So...
After a trial of Herculean proportions I not only arrived in San Francisco I was able to get my poster printed for my session on the first day of the AGU Fall meeting. The disconnect between getting my abstract, Plume-Lithosphere Interaction in the Ethiopian CFB Province: Breaking up Gondwana, accepted for presentation at the conference and actually getting my poster done was surreal. The actual conference was overwhelming. 16.000 people plus were in attendance representing more countries than I could name right now. I stood in line for registration between a Chinese scientist and two guys from Poland. The scientific programs were varied and incredible. Talks ranged from using earth proxies to study morphological features on the moons of Jupiter and Saturn, to studying the behavior of a new species of flat fish around three geothermal vents in the west Pacific near the Mariana and Philippine sea trenches.
The actual presentation went very well. I ended up spending almost four hours standing at my poster talking with others and explaining the science. I even got into some nit picky discussions about the proper role of "lithospheric" when describing the various chemistries of the mantle and crust. Atop all of that, I met so many people my head was swimming with names.
Suffice to say my time in San Francisco was memorable and enjoyable. I didn't make all the best choices and I can only hope there are no lasting consequences. Regardless, I don't regret the jaunt or the time spent.
This concludes my attempt to "use" the old jive-journal for its intended purpose.
-Godspeed