Yep, it's still cold. Either one can go into hibernation (very tempting), or, defy the forces of nature and take a nice bath in a hot-tub, watching the stars and get a helmet of frozen hair. There's actually proof to this claim, and I will post it shortly. It was "only" -16 that evening though. There was something else I intended to write about, but forgot. Next time... because right now, I am tireeeed...zzz....
Oh! plans! Yes! Calgary in february, Utah in the end of March, and possibly Baltimore some time in the summer. Ontariox2 in June (conferences). August Quebec?? And in December, Hawaii.... Last year was pretty ok too. I never wrote one of those fancy year-overviews. I will, but the year was a little bit too cool to just be written down without some time taken to it. The outer layers look as follows though:
Vancouver in February (LTS-conference). Turned 30! Oh, the dread - but it turned into relief. And I started taking flying lessons, which turned out to be an excellent idea. Moved to Balmoral in April. Then spring was work, and double conference in Alberta (Calgary), to be followed by 10 days in Albuquerque. Summer was dancing (actually all year) and wasps (no stings though, and no mosquitos!), and birds - Merry and Pippin. And a little bit of homesickness, cured by a trip home in the end of august and beginning of september, plus a full day of London sightseeing. Then not so much more of travelling until December 19 when I went with D to Holland 2 days, via Stockholm (and managed to cure the jetlag immediately once again, by walking in the sunshine in the old town), and then Christmas at home with Cassie (and the rest of the family.. ;)
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
winterpeg
From superwarm (just below zero during most of the winter) to -38 yesterday.... Coldest I've felt since 2004, when I moved here. My ibook can listen to me when I speak... And today I managed to find a driver (macam) to make it possible to run my webcam. My Ibook, my precious... It is saturday, and I cleaned the apartment, for which there was a dire need. Aaaand... I got an email from a person I have longest to hear from - and he is willing to become a collaborator to my proposal. I am pretty sure that means that the proposal will get time, since he is the expert on the technique we're using, and just recently used the same technique for the same kind of galaxy I'm using it on, meaning that it IS feasible to do this project. And if so... I'll be the happiest person ever... :)
My dangerous radiator that I don't dare turn on, for several reasons: a) it most likely will explode in my face b) it will turn my apartment into sauna/tropics (not entirely unpleasant of course), woke me up at 3 this morning. Because it WANTS to be turned on, all the hot steam is whining where it's closed, in a most annoying manner. I have 3 radiators in my apartment, one in the bedroom (off), one in the livingroom (the one I just described) and a tiny one in the bathroom, that is on when it's really cold outside. This tiny one is so incredibly hot, that it manages to keep the entire apartment at a pleasant temperature (albeit with a distinct gradient out to the living room). That pretty impressive, considering leaking windows and extreme outside temperatures.
Anyways. I have more cool news, but that will have to wait until another time. Meanwhile, let me give a link to my friends Steve's awesome webalbum from the Christmas holidays in Sweden. Mine is coming up any time soon.
My dangerous radiator that I don't dare turn on, for several reasons: a) it most likely will explode in my face b) it will turn my apartment into sauna/tropics (not entirely unpleasant of course), woke me up at 3 this morning. Because it WANTS to be turned on, all the hot steam is whining where it's closed, in a most annoying manner. I have 3 radiators in my apartment, one in the bedroom (off), one in the livingroom (the one I just described) and a tiny one in the bathroom, that is on when it's really cold outside. This tiny one is so incredibly hot, that it manages to keep the entire apartment at a pleasant temperature (albeit with a distinct gradient out to the living room). That pretty impressive, considering leaking windows and extreme outside temperatures.
Anyways. I have more cool news, but that will have to wait until another time. Meanwhile, let me give a link to my friends Steve's awesome webalbum from the Christmas holidays in Sweden. Mine is coming up any time soon.
Monday, December 25, 2006
holidays!
How incredibly accurate...
Here's a Christmas greeting to all my faithful readers... ;)
Christmas day bike ride in the sunset (Onsala).
Here's a Christmas greeting to all my faithful readers... ;)
Christmas day bike ride in the sunset (Onsala).Thursday, December 14, 2006
From the mouths of children...
Just had lunch after having helped out with some caroling at a mission downtown. One of my friends brought her two young boys, which was a lot of fun. While eating and talking, the 4 year old asked me where my mom is. I told him she is far away, in another country. "But..", he said, a bit upset about this thought, "You're just a baby!!!". Yup. Something to remember if I feel old any time soon!
I also got birdsitters for the hobbits, a family that has 14 birds already. Sweet. Just a few days to go now, and right NOW I have to finish a report. I am so intenesly annoyed with that report. It took me months to figure out how to do what I needed to do, and in the end it was just a week's worth of work. Grrr. Soon to be but a memory though, in 5 days I'm off. Also time to buy some milk and make an äggost for the faculty Christmas potluck tomorrow. Yum.
I also got birdsitters for the hobbits, a family that has 14 birds already. Sweet. Just a few days to go now, and right NOW I have to finish a report. I am so intenesly annoyed with that report. It took me months to figure out how to do what I needed to do, and in the end it was just a week's worth of work. Grrr. Soon to be but a memory though, in 5 days I'm off. Also time to buy some milk and make an äggost for the faculty Christmas potluck tomorrow. Yum.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Monday...
2 weeks left. PILES of labreports to grade. Papers to write, masses to model, birdseeds to buy. -18 outside, sunny and pretty. Need clean apartment. TAing tonight (expect gangrene in my feet after that, eek). Life is good... :) (well except for the possibility of future footlessness of course).
Recent dreams: 2 nights ago, I dreamt I was part of the Lost team. Some alterations from the original series occured though. For instance, we got off the island, and ended up in some unknown city (!). We ate food at a restaurant. Some of the crew were friends from my church (Kevin, etc). I realised that someone wanted to kill me (noone in the crew; as opposed to the actual tv-series, they were all very nice and cooperating) by elaborate means - trying to kidnap me while we were being guided around some castle, trying to run me over while I was walking down a street. The reason to the killings was that I in fact was a secret agent. I got my instructions, soon after the second attempt on my life. Q (which usually is M, although called Q in this dream, and it was actually brother Mears...) provided me with a pair of turqoise boots, high-heeled, inside which I had secret hiding places for messages. They were also never-fail boots for kicking any person wanting to kill me. I was supposed to go to a certain party (the kind where lots of gamblers and mafia-people meet), sneak in, rendez-vous with some person, get a secret message, kick down any killer, and report to Q. I also found myself wearing this amazingly turquoise full-length ballroom dress. All prospects of being able to perform this task without being noticed too much, were kind of minimized at that point. But that didn't matter. Those boots were just to die for. Sadly I woke up before anything else happened.
Last night was more obscure - medieval times, travelling down to a lake, and the village there. Sleeping at a taverna a la Lord of the rings, everyone crammed into one big room (men on one side of the fireplace, women on the other). Meeting with some people (the taverna owner, plus a prince of some sort) and making up elaborate plans for the following days tournament games. Secretly, since there of course were crooks involved one way or another as well. And then the telephone rang and woke me up.
Who needs books? Only sad part is I never get to see what happens next!
Recent dreams: 2 nights ago, I dreamt I was part of the Lost team. Some alterations from the original series occured though. For instance, we got off the island, and ended up in some unknown city (!). We ate food at a restaurant. Some of the crew were friends from my church (Kevin, etc). I realised that someone wanted to kill me (noone in the crew; as opposed to the actual tv-series, they were all very nice and cooperating) by elaborate means - trying to kidnap me while we were being guided around some castle, trying to run me over while I was walking down a street. The reason to the killings was that I in fact was a secret agent. I got my instructions, soon after the second attempt on my life. Q (which usually is M, although called Q in this dream, and it was actually brother Mears...) provided me with a pair of turqoise boots, high-heeled, inside which I had secret hiding places for messages. They were also never-fail boots for kicking any person wanting to kill me. I was supposed to go to a certain party (the kind where lots of gamblers and mafia-people meet), sneak in, rendez-vous with some person, get a secret message, kick down any killer, and report to Q. I also found myself wearing this amazingly turquoise full-length ballroom dress. All prospects of being able to perform this task without being noticed too much, were kind of minimized at that point. But that didn't matter. Those boots were just to die for. Sadly I woke up before anything else happened.
Last night was more obscure - medieval times, travelling down to a lake, and the village there. Sleeping at a taverna a la Lord of the rings, everyone crammed into one big room (men on one side of the fireplace, women on the other). Meeting with some people (the taverna owner, plus a prince of some sort) and making up elaborate plans for the following days tournament games. Secretly, since there of course were crooks involved one way or another as well. And then the telephone rang and woke me up.
Who needs books? Only sad part is I never get to see what happens next!
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