The Great Debate

     I think I was in London when I learned that DU would be hosting the first presidential debate of 2012. Then it seemed like forever away, unfathomable, and now there is no trace of it ever having been here. For life having been nothing but completely normal right up until the week of the debate and going back to normal literally over night, a pretty astounding thing has happened in the mean time.

     I will freely admit that I, in my usual non-political, don't-want-to-deal-with-it attitude, planned rather rebelliously to ignore the entire debate. The way I saw it, there was nothing that either candidate could say that would get me to change my vote. (And there wasn't.) But someone called me out on that being a crappy reason not to watch the debate and be an informed voter. He was right.

     I had blissfully, defiantly not registered for DebateFest, the big party that DU was putting on rather than attempt to hold classes when the campus was swamped with security and press. I planned, instead to hole myself up in my apartment and merely watch the chaos unfold below. It was a plan I held onto happily right up until the fences started popping up. As you may imagine, an event featuring the President of the United States and his opponent needs to be a fairly secure deal. Not the type of thing that just any old mad man could wander into. For DU, this meant fences. Everywhere. Miles of fences went up all over campus a few days before the big event. Naturally, this meant that some of the campus footpaths were blocked and students would have to take different routes to class. I'm sure all of the good, sane people of DU didn't mind working around this minor inconvenience for a few days for the sake of the prestige of hosting the debate. It, however, drove me absolutely crazy. I think it started with a particularly trying fence experience I had when trying to get all the way across campus and into the Ritchie Center (the sports facility which housed the arena the debate was being held in) for curling practice. Despite the debate being nearly a week away at that point I had to circumnavigate one of the biggest buildings on campus several times, stopping and starting due to fences, and finally walk through a dodgy alley before showing up to practice 20 minutes late. It was late, I was tired, and this annoying experience had primed me to be annoyed by the whole debate.


The epicenter of the irritation.

     Registration for DebateFest had been closed for quite a while and I was perfectly fine with it even though it was beginning to seem like I was the only person on campus, certainly among my friends, who wasn't going. Then, the Monday before the debate, I woke up from a "power" nap to find an email on my phone reminding me to register for DebateFest. So I did. It was a random decision on a whim but I thought - Hey, if they are going to harass me with all of these infuriating fences I may as well get a free concert out of the deal. 

     Fast-forward a day and a half to me and my roommates plus some friends sitting on one of DU's  brick paths for an hour waiting to go into DebateFest. I honestly was never excited until the line started moving and we walked in to DebateFest, on the other side of the fences! Then, seeing all of the informational booths, the stage, the huge screens and the students and community members bedecked in the gear of their candidate of choice I realized that this was a pretty cool event and I was glad to be there. 

     The rest of the afternoon was a lovely break from classes on a lovely day at an event with a sort of low key, local music festival vibe to it. We snagged a spot on the grass to spread out our blanket and then spent the rest of the afternoon listening to local bands, chatting (sometimes even about politics), and wandering the transformed campus. We were entertained by Zach Hekendorf, Nathaniel Rateliff, and The Lumineers. We saw, or in my case tried really hard to ignore, a hot dog eating contest and watched as an artist created a huge painting of the two candidates while rocking out to music. We even got a few little pep talks from Governor Hickenlooper and Mayor Hancock. All said it was a really enjoyable afternoon, certainly better than being in class. And, yes, better than being holed up in my room alone.


The Lumineers

     After the last band had played and the sun had begun set and it was time for the main event. The debate was broadcasted live from a building just a few blocks away to two huge screens on the main campus for students, professors, and community members who were huddled together, freezing to death under blankets on the grass. I think that my pelvis is still out there somewhere, turned to a pile of dust on the DU's perfectly manicured lawn.


I know you can't tell but this is actually the candidates being introduced.

     Despite the crowd, the close call with frostbite, and the irreparable damage to my hips I will be the first to say that it was a really great experience. It was cool to see so many people, mostly students, taking an interest in the future of our country. We also got to enjoy the debate live and without commercials. It was interesting to see how other people, from both sides, reacted to various parts of the debate. People laughed and booed when gaffes were made and cheered for things they agreed with. My group kept tally of Obama's well delivered one liners, Presidential Burns as they were soon dubbed.


This is what a  well informed voter looks like.

     Of the debate itself one moment stands out vividly to me. Toward the very end of the debate Jim asked the candidates what they thought the government's role in education should be. It felt as if President Obama were speaking directly to me, to all of us out there on the lawn, when he talked about how in every college, even DU, there are kids who can't turn to their parents to foot the bill for eduction. He sees it as the government's duty to help those students to have the same opportunities for education as those whose parents can afford it out of pocket. I am no stranger to student loans. I love the fact that Obama had student loans of his own and understands what it's like to face that straight out of college and knows what it means to pay them off. In that moment of the debate I was glad to be out there in the cold with my fellow students. There and then listening to the President speak reminded me, hopefully reminded us all, that it is us who make up America, not just the president, and it is up to us to ensure the future of our country is bright by being smart,  being informed, and voting.

The Trilobite Mission

    
Today I did something super cool! Well, I say super cool, really most people would probably call it impressively nerdy. I bought a fossil!

Yes, I have always found fossils in museums interesting. Sure, I like dinosaurs as much as the next person. But ever since taking Dr. Platt's Evolution and Speciation class a few quarters ago I have had a new found appreciation of the fossil record and all of the fascinating information it provides to so many fields of science. I got it into my head that I would very much like to own a little piece of this most prestigious record of all of history. However, finding fossils on the internet is dodgy at best and I put it on the back burner. For the past several weeks I have been seeing billboards all over Denver advertising a gem, mineral, and fossil show. Upon spying those massive yellow beacons I realized that it was time to resume the search.



My favorite dinosaur: archaeopteryx.

I then completely forgot about the fossil show. Seriously. I had made a mental note that it was the weekend after school started and tentatively planned a little visit for Friday. Well the week got away from me. Then Saturday escaped. Luckily, the billboard struck again, and on my way to lunch with my parents today I realized I had to get to the coliseum!

Flash forward a few hours to my dad and I pulling into the parking lot after an encounter with a large puddle that left me wishing the electric windows had a faster motor (real nice, Dad). Upon leaving the car we found ourselves wandering by several large tents in the parking lot displaying everything from 8-foot-tall geodes filled with purple crystals to box upon box of rocks that looked like they could have come from my yard. Inside, the entire upper floor was devoted to beads, gems, gold, and silver. This is where all of the cool, artsy women milled around scouting out one of a kind components that they will undoubtedly make into designer jewelry or top dollar sculptures. I drug my dad straight past all of that only glancing at these many, many booths and tables. We were there for a different reason, fossils!

To get to our goal we had to go downstairs to a much less densely populated area. Honestly, the signs may as well have read - Get in the Basement you Dinosaur Weirdos. I have seen that very floor occupied by cheerleading competitions and rodeos but today it played host to, well, a lot more gems. And some fossils! I wandered the floor browsing some very interesting, almost artful collections of fish fossils. We saw fossilized pine cones, enormous teeth of ancient sharks, and even a few fully mounted dinosaur bones on loan from a museum. While these were all fascinating and even beautiful in their own ways I really already knew what I wanted. I was on a mission to leave that show with a trilobite.

Beautiful and exotic, right?

Now, a cool kid (are there cool kids at fossil shows?) would want a T-rex tooth or a Raptor claw but I had my heart set on, well, basically a bug. But there is a good reason for this, several in fact! For one thing, these guys are extremely old. They first showed up around 526 million years ago and they didn't go completely extinct until the mass extinction 270 million years ago. Furthermore, at one time there were about 17,000 species of these guys in Earth's oceans ("Trilobite" is an umbrella term for all of these species, meaning "three lobes"). These little creatures literally ruled our earth for those 250 million years. You've got to respect that! It is an amazing jolt of perspective to think that the outline of a body in a hunk of rock was an actual living creature walking the earth, or in the trilobite's case, shuffling around the ocean floor, something like 350 million years ago. Seriously, that is so cool.

It's not terribly hard to figure out the morphology on these.

So there I was in a convention hall full of fossils, searching for my perfect arthropod. I first spotted a few teeny little trilobites in a case at one of the larger booths. These turned out to be a bit too expensive for me to justify. I next came across a fairly large specimen at another table. It was already cheaper and the owner would almost certainly have haggled it down a bit as he was clearly looking to get rid of as much stuff as he could on the last day of the show. I just couldn't quite commit to such a big fossil. Plus, the moment I showed even the slightest interest in it another man looked ready to pounce. Not having seen the perfect trilobite I toyed with the idea of fossil fish instead. After browsing a booth with a ton of cool fish specimens I just couldn't quite do it. I really wanted a trilobite! Also, I thought it might be a bit cruel to keep a fossil fish on my desk in view of my living fish and constantly remind poor Archibald of his own mortality. (Seriously, this was a concern, what is wrong with me?)

Not having come to the fossil show in the right frame of mind to face a moral dilemma over prehistoric sea bugs, I had very nearly resigned myself to the idea of just giving in to the expensive, little trilobites. But, as luck would have it, on my way back across the floor to the first booth, I noticed a table I had missed before. Lo and behold, trilobites! This particular specimen was almost as much as the first ones but it was bigger and it came as a pair! My dad, having been sucked into the exciting world of fossils himself, offered to split the price and keep half of the pair. Deal!

The pair!

We are now the proud owners of two (and a half) trilobites! The super cool thing about it is that the reason they were a pair is because they are actually the positive and negative side of one individual fossil plus half of another! This means that when the fossil was found and the rock was split open, both the three dimensional, raised fossilized body parts and the impression these left on the other half of the rock remained intact. We have both halves and I am beyond pleased with my purchase! Here's to my own little piece of deep history!

The positive side inverted on the negative side.

 

Thinking of going to a fossil show?

Pro Tip: If you are a young woman falling in the gap between the usual female fossil show demographic, younger than 10 or older than 50, be prepared to be chatted up. The guys may be cute, geeky sorts but they will be very bad flirts. And given that you are at a fossil show you're probably pretty terrible at it yourself. It will be awkward. Your dad will see.

 

    

SciFi Review: Childhood's End

     In case you didn't know this about me, though I don't know how you could not know this about me, I'm a little bit of a massive nerd. I love science fiction, especially classic SciFi novels. There are enough reasons behind this obsession to fill an entire post but I suppose the main thing is my love of science and how it affects every aspect of our lives. From the computer I type this on to the fingers with which I type, science is there. Science is in art, in business, even in religion. There is literally nowhere we can go and nothing we can do which isn't in some way concerned with science. I love that notion and so do SciFi writers.

     The great thing about science fiction is how philosophical it can be. Many of the best works of SciFi are structured upon astute concepts of life and death, the scope of the universe, the capabilities of the human mind, and so forth. Other genres certainly do this too but the thing that draws me to science fiction is that creative spark melded with actual science. So often it has been the case that a SciFi author in the 50's dreamt up a futuristic gadget or idea based upon some new or rudimentary science and any number of years later another appreciator of science reads this work and realizes that with modern technology such a thing can be made (an entire series on the Science Channel called Prophets of Science Fiction speaks to this fact)! Let's face it, there will never be Harry Potter type witches and wizards who can cast wondrous spells with a magical stick (and even if there were it would be based upon science at some level) but there may just be stardrives powering interstellar space travel in our future. I guess at the core of it, what I love most about science fiction is its ability to be almost unbelievably fantastic yet always based upon some shred of truth which leaves you wondering.

     With that said let me tell you about my latest SciFi read. If you're into this kind of thing and find this review helpful I could not be more pleased but if you don't care in the slightest and have already clicked away from this nerd fest that is fine too as I feel that writing about literature helps the mind to process and absorb it... so, yeah, I guess you could say I am doing this for my health.

Childhood's End

by Arthur C. Clarke

Cool Science Moment: "He was peeping through a microscope into what looked like a small bomb. Presumably it was a pressure-capsule containing some specimen of deep-sea life, still swimming happily around under its normal tons-to-the-square-centimeter conditions."

Cool Fiction Moment (still a bit science-y): "Miss Morrel's mind was the channel that, if only for a moment, let through knowledge which no one at that time could possess. It could only have come from another mind immediately linked to hers. The fact that it was a mind not yet born was of no consequence, for Time is very much stranger than you think."

     Arthur C. Clarke is most definitely one of the greats of classic SciFi. His stories tend to be very philosophical and often deal with religion at least obliquely. His short story The Nine Billion Names of God is one of my all time favorite pieces of science fiction. It essentially discusses using science/technology to prove the existence of God and the consequences that may come of this proof.

     Childhood's End also looks at the role of religion in human society but only in brief snippets relating to the larger story of mankind's possible future. The story not so much follows as touches on then moves away from various characters' lives as they deal with the arrival of an alien race dubbed the Overlords on Earth. When the Overlords reveal themselves to man they make it known that they are in charge, all powerful, and will be guiding mankind to some distant but specific future. Though man never knows what this future is a few individuals find the courage to seek it, this is their story perhaps more than it is the Overlords'. Under the reign of the Overlords, Earth becomes a utopia which opens the narrative up to the contemplation of what constitutes a utopia (a world where every person has the necessities of life and the freedom and education to pursue only their own interests?) as well as the price at which such a utopia would come (namely boredom). Erring more on the side of fiction than of science this is at once a very beautiful and extremely sad story of the end of mankind.

     Though there are many interesting characters in this story few are well established and seem to blink out of existence just as their role gains momentum. This can make the beginning sections of the book a bit hard to get through but it is worth it. What the book may lack in dramatic story telling or adventurous plot it more than makes up for in beautiful passages that broach concepts such as what it means to be human and man's place in the universe with incredible force delivered with equally incredible delicacy. The ending of the book, and indeed of man, is absolutely beautiful though there are many preceding passages which earned a folded corner for reasons of scientific and literary greatness.

     To the established SciFi fan I whole heartedly recommend this book with the warning that it is more the thoughtful type than the adventurous type. For those just setting foot in the SciFi realm I would caution the story's somewhat disjointed nature and slower passages which may or may not be made up for by its more artistic and thought evoking passages. Certainly have a go at it but don't swear off SciFi if it's not your cup of tea!

     Now promise me this; if you do read it or have read it, let me know what you thought!



Musings of a School Year

     The end of the school year is always a bit surreal, isn't it? Invariably you will eventually find yourself with all your finals behind you, hopefully feeling confident and accomplished, and facing the sisyphean task of moving a year of your life out of your dorm. A task which is not made any easier by the peculiar trait of dorm rooms that seem to compress your belongings in such a way that they all fit comfortably in the room but once move to the hallway they expand exponentially into an imovable pile of terror.
     On the bright side, while you're stuck out by the elevator guarding your stack of bins like the royal guard who drew the short straw, you have a bit of time to think back over the year. Your journey of reminicence is guided through the past year by the proddings of momentos, notes, and artifacts that whisk your thoughts back to the time you accquired them as they come thumping off the top of your stack of bins and jam into the elevator doors in front of every other hurried mover in your hall. You are mortified and nostalgic.
    Far and away the worst culprit of this offense is the text book that is either in your bag attempting to rip your shoulder off or in the bottom of some bin thinking heavy thoughts. You can't help but let your thoughts dwell on its immense weight as you shuffle across the parking lot, knuckles burning, knees rhythmically slaming into the back of the bin. As the pain in your fingers begins to dull your mental faculties your mind may wander back through the times you've had with that book or any of its equally massive cohorts. With any luck you will find yourself recalling interesting facts, arcing concepts, and genuinely useful knowledge. After all, that is, at the heart of the matter, what each of those text books is aiming to impart on its owner; the back problems, panic attacks, and sleep deprivation that they provide are just bonuses!
     I joke about it here but I must honestly say that I have really enjoyed this whole year. Actually I tend to enjoy school in general. Call me a nerd but I genuinely love learning. No, I don't always love studying, taking notes, or going to classes. I said I'm a nerd not a masochist! In general though I tend to like school and I'm pretty good at it. My mom is always saying that I'm going to be one of those people who is in school forever, a prefessional student. Aside from the fact that I don't think my body can handle the amounts of Mountain Dew that suh a life style would require I must admit it wouldn't be the worst thing. I already consider myself extremely lucky to be in the position I am in. My day to day life consists of going to classes lead by lovely, intelligent, passionate professors (for the most part) who are there for the sole purpose of sharing their knowledge and passion with us. Yes, it can be tedious or hard or boring at times but for the most part it is really great. I firmly believe that there is no such thing as useless knowledge. Everything in he universe is connected in some way so it follows that all knowledge would be similarly connected. Thus the more you know about anything the more you know about everything. (*note: keep an eye out for an entire entry dedicated to this subject that I wrote during a Mountain Dew fueled existential revelation... let's just say it needs some editing*) With that said I feel lucky and awed and exhilerated to know that, for the time being, my entire purpose in life is to acquire as much knowledge as I can!
   
     This year has been such an amazing year for me. As I look over my overfloing bins I am reminded of so many facets of the wonderful experience these few short months have been for me. From where I stand I see stacks of sheet music that I have performed, books of scores that I have studied, sheets of facts and data that I have analyzed, and pages upon pages of notes I have compiled. All signs of a productive school year well spent. Packed carefully in a bin of their own is a pile of framed photos and momentos bearing red buses, iconic clock towers, and Union Jacks. My heart swells a little as I consider these trinkets and think back to that most astounding experience that they represent. Three whole months in a city that has come to occupy a special spot in my heart. My life and my thoughts are now puctuated with funny little colloquialisms, traditions, and tastes that weren't there before. These bits and bobs are more than welcome now, little hold overs from a fantastic time spent in London that I won't soon forget. Yet another thing to be thankful for that this year has given me.
     Last, but certainly not least, are the plentiful memories that are scattered all about your room in little scraps of paper, movie stubs, and post it notes. On the surface they appear to be little more than meaningless clutter but they are life's momentos of time spent with friends. This year has certainly been a great one for friends! I started off my time in London all on my own but came back with a friend that I'm pretty sure I might actually share thoughts with across great distances. And back in the US I had the pleasure of living with friends as roommates for the first time. What an adventure that has been! Oh the things that room 555 has seen between our attempts at cooking eggs, fallible forks, and slippery counter tops! And the best part is that I get to look forward to another year of mayhem and hilarity with the girls when we return to 555 in the fall!
     Returning to 555 in the fall may well be the strangest part of this experience yet as it will mark the beginning of my final year at DU. I haven't always loved it, in fact I've rather detested it at times, but there is no arguing how much I have gotten out of this establishment. I will miss it when I leave to go on to the next adventure but I think the hardest part will be watching everyone scatter. I have some pretty amazing and talented friends, here at DU and elsewhere, and I know they will go on to do wonderful things all around the country and the world (the universe even? Any hopeful astronauts among us?). Of course I am excited to see what the future holds for everyone but I take no shame in my selfishness when I say I am glad that we have another year here in our little bubble together before we must face the real world!
     My friends will do great things, I have no doubts about that. But what the hell am I going to do? Currently, I find myself at a bit of a turning point in my education. I am nearly finished with the requirements for my music major, assuming I don't fail tomorrow's final (which I ought to be studying for at the moment) my biology minor is all but complete, and I have a few classes next year lined up to complete my general education requirments and a second minor in psychology. I feel like I am at a point of transition where my music studies have to go on the back burner as I turn my attention to science. I love science and I am excited to pursue it further in the future but as I finished my last required musicology final yesterday I was shocked to realize how fast the 2 years of required musicology classes flew by and how much I had come to enjoy a subject that I had previously known absolutely nothing about. In my last year here at DU I am lucky enough to have the freedom to fill my schedule with pretty much whatever interests me which I could not be more excited about but what comes next? Next I suppose it's specialization, more schooling, more degrees? I find myself torn between science and music, my two loves with the hope that they can be reconciled in my future. I hate the thought of having to choose one over the other. Maybe I'll just travel with the circus until I can sort it out.
     I don't know which I would choose but I hope I never really have to. For now all I know is that I have another year of learning ahead of me and then... well, more learning. One day I will have to stop being a student but I do not intend to let that stop me learning. So here's to it, a wonderful year and another to come!      

Cool People - #1: Douglas Adams

HAPPY TOWEL DAY ALL YOU HOOPY FROODS!!!

     Every year, on May 25th, sci-fi geeks the world over don their towels in honor of the late, great Douglas Adams and the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom that he so generously gave to us, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Why towels you ask? The guide has this to say on the subject of towels:
     "A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santranginus V, inhaling the beady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the Ravenouse Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you--daft as a brush, but very very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough." I myself have found my towel to make a lovely little scarf against the wind today!
    
     I've had this post started for absolutely ages but what better day than today to kick it out into the cold void of space... I mean the internet? Appropriate too, as Adams himself seemed to have trouble getting anything written in a timely fashion famously saying, "I love deadlines. I like the wooshing noise they make as they go by."
    
     Thus, I give unto you, in celebration of this most festive of days, the first installment of a series of people who I find extremely brilliant, talented, and straight up cool.

#1 Douglas Adams
     I have a large leather bound book with gold edged pages and a ribbon page marker. It is well worn and always lives where ever I am living. I have read it many times, some parts of it more than others. Guess what book it is? Did you guess the Bible? Well you'd be wrong. Mostly. It's kind of my own personal bible. Not in a blaspheming way, just in that I think it provides important insights and valuable lessons, though, at times, they are hard to discern. Sounds bibley right? You can turn to the bible and ask the meaning of life, the universe, and everything and find that, "The meaning of the Christian life is in the living of it" (Bible and Ethics in the Christian Life, by Bruce C. Birch, Larry L. Rasmussen). Interesting... if a bit ambiguous, certainly valid in many ways. However, there are times when I prefer my own book's answer to the ultimate question simply for its clarity and brevity. The answer is 42. Apparently it is the question that needs sorting. This deep and enigmatic book that I turn to for guidance in life (really, I do, please don't judge me) is none other than The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams which contains within it all five books of the series (and a bonus short story, oh yeah!).

     Adams is as close to a genius as I care to imagine at present. He was not just a master of his genre; he created a whole new genre! Comedic science fiction, who does that?! Douglas Adams did it... expertly.

Also, uh, hello... Martin Freeman and Mos Def!

     The idea for the guide came to him while he was lying drunk in a field in Innsbruck looking up at the stars thinking how helpful it would be to have a general sort of guide to all of it. From that point on it has seen countless incarnations in radio, television, film, video games, theater, and books. My first experience with the Guide was in the form of the 2005 movie remake which I immediately loved. This set me off in search of the books which are undoubtedly the cause of my subsequent sci-fi habit. There are so many things that I love about his books but the best thing has to be the story itself, well stories. They're fun, they're unprecedented, they're exciting, suspenseful, dramatic, sci-fi, romance, off the wall, out of the box, all around weirdness. Sure there are about 50 bazillion subplots, none of which with any semblance of an actual ending, and probably a third of the actual content of the books have nothing to do with any of the stories' plots. Still they're all little golden nuggets of imagery and detail of the wonderfully weird universe only he could imagine.
    
     I'm not going to tell you about the stories for two reasons: 1) I wouldn't want to ruin it should you take this post to heart and go read them for yourself, and 2) they are basically impossible to sum up, as it were, "due to the fundamental interconnectedness of all things" (bonus points to you if you recognize that quote). Instead I am going to tell you about a few of the other things that make these books so dear to me.

1) The clever writing      Adams is as descriptive as he is funny. Take this line from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy where he describes enormous alien spaceships, "The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't". I mean come on, how great is that? You can totally picture it! Plus, I love the way his imagery will have you following along, thinking you know where it's going up until the last minute when he finally draws the comparison to something completely out of context. It's exactly that sudden shift into lunacy that keeps me chuckling through the series every time I read it. Here’s one more little witty gem of imagery from Life, the Universe and Everything for the road, "Stones, then rocks, then boulders pranced past him like clumsy puppies." 

2) The hidden philosophy lessons     In my first year of college I took a foundations of philosophy class that I absolutely loved. Over the quarter we went through some of the questions that have been making Homo Sapien scratch his big ol' brain cavity ever since he realized that sticks make for good scratching devices. Well... maybe not that long ago but certainly for many centuries. With each new question we addressed I couldn't help but be struck by how some part of the Guide resembled it, only, of course, with more comedic aliens. Adams had some really fascinating takes on many of the fundamental principles of philosophy though they are often hidden in dizzying story lines and rapid fire wit. My favorite example has to do with a philosophical principle commonly associated with Locke which, essentially, deals with reality as being dependent on the perception of the individual (History of Philosophy by Alfred Weber). It is this question that stoned teenagers broach when they ponder whether the blue that they see is really the red that their friends see. Adams tackles the question in his usual manner of comedy so aloof you may not even catch it in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe when a crazy man who lives in a hut on the beach with a cat nonchalantly asks a man who has been questioning him, "How can you tell there's anything out there? The door's closed." The old man seems like just a crazy old recluse but he is constantly making poignant observations. Much like in the real world, you can't always tell if someone's theories are just far out conjecture or verging on some fundamental untold truth. Hell, people thought Galileo was insane to have said that the Earth revolves around the sun and look how that theory turned out. Galileo, old man in a shack on the beach with a cat, who's keeping track? Brilliant. I must share one other little tidbit of philosophical humor found in Life, the Universe, and Everything, "He hoped and he prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife." A passing comment in an action scene as our main character tumbles toward what he is sure will be his demise, I just love its overly casual approach to and subsequent dismissal of the enormous question of religion's role in the eternal existence of the soul (if there even is one). Again I say, brilliant. 

3) Pure creative genius     In 815 pages Adams introduces us to more alien races, distant planets, and fictional technologies than I ever want to attempt to tally. Over the five books there are four important main characters who are all so well developed you feel like they are old friends of yours and a slew of supporting characters who all have distinct personalities of their own. More than that, there are characters who appear only once, and briefly even then, whose stories are so detailed you have the feeling of being some sort of all knowing outside observer. Which, I guess, you are in the context of most reading experiences. For example there is a character in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy called Mr. Prosser who is only around to demolish Arthur’s house in a silly allusion to foreshadowing who we know is a direct descendant of Genghis Khan with a penchant for fuzzy hats. Did we need to know this for the purposes of the plot? No. Does it make even the most inconsequential of characters more interesting? Yes!
     Beyond his imaginative characters are the wonderful people they meet and places and situations they find themselves in. A restaurant that the end of the universe where there are cow like animals that have been bred to want to be eaten. A rock star who is spending a year dead for tax reasons. And, of course, a queer fellow called Slartibartfast who travels the universe in an Italian restaurant that is actually a cutting edge, five-dimensional ship powered by the bistromathic drive. Not only does Slartibartfast build custom ordered, designer planets (he won an award for Norway) and lead the campaign for real-time in an effort to sort out the convulsions of space-time, he also helps our gang of main characters save the universe from the evil ways of the Krikkit army who sought to destroy the stars. What I’ve described here is literally a fraction of the books and I could never in my wildest dreams come up with such interesting, new, and inventive ways to look at the universe!

Three bonus cool points for Adams:
1) He was clearly a Beatles fan, trust me, I can tell.
2) He worked on Doctor Who in its early days!
3) He was often touted as an honorary scientist even by the famed biologist Richard Dawkins, who spoke very kindly of him and his humble yet deeply rooted love for science that seem to exude from his work in this lovely eulogy.

     We humans know so very little in the grand scheme of things (a point the Guide makes several times) and I love how Adams is not afraid to go barreling into our great unknowns full steam ahead.
     He said it best himself in a speech at Cambridge when he said,
     “There are some oddities in the perspective with which we see the world. The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be, but we have done various things over intellectual history to slowly correct some of our misapprehensions.”      In his customary style it is an eloquent and clever take on human perspective, the scientific pursuit of truth, and the ever unanswered questions of life, the universe, and everything. If you know me at all, you will see in this alone why I admire Adams and his work so much. In closing I would like simply to say Thank You to Mr. Adams; you, your wit, and your talent will never be forgotten here on Earth! Here’s to the hoopiest frood of them all!

   

*** Since having drafted this entry I have had the enormous pleasure of living for several months in Islington, London. If youknow your stuff you will recall that Islington is where Arthur once attended a fancy dress party and met some very important characters. I'm not going to lie and tell you that this did not occur to me while I was choosing my study abroad program or that it was not the first thing I told my fellow fans about. While I was there I came to learn that Adams actually lived in Islington! It made perfect sense reading back through the Guide and some of his other books to find them riddled with references to places that I had come to know well! So, in closing (for real this time), I will leave you with this little nugget of Hitchhiker's joy which struck me my very first weekend in London. I know that my fellow fans will recognize it straight away and for those of you who don't get the reference, aren't you just dying to know? I guess you'll have to start reading! Enjoy!

19 Awesome Things To Do on a Snow Day

Today's post was going to be about working really hard for midterms. But it's a snow day! And as we all know, it is against the law to be productive on snow days. This includes writing a proper blog post. Thus I present to you...

19 Awesome Things To Do on a Snow Day

a photo editorial by Cailey, Emily, and Jen



1) Sleep in (duh.)

2) Enjoy Breakfast.

3) Sleep on every surface in the apartment.

4) Stare at Steve the Volcano. When Steve stops working, stare at the wall.

5) Laugh at tour group.

I am positive that none of these people will apply to DU.

6) Attempt to play board games. Forget the rules. Turn to Google.

7) Become professional play-doh sculptors.


"Flower" by Jen. "Alien Fish" by Cailey. "Snowman" and "Tucker" by Emily.



8) Eat lunch.

9) Wear scarves.

10) Play in the snow.

11) Tea Who.

"Tea Who" is a tradition Gill and I made up in London.
As the name suggests, it involves Doctor Who and
 a lot of tea and biscuits.

12) Stare at snow through window for extended periods.

13) Watch Disney movies.

14) Chat over tea/hot chocolate.

15) Bake cookies.

16) Eat Dinner.

17) Read for pleasure.

18) Enjoy sports and cider (if you're over 21).

Fun despite a pathetic game.

19) Don't get dressed all day.

New Plan!

Is it just me or does it seem like I change the purpose, format, content, and style of this blog every other week? Right, maybe that's an exaggeration. But it has changed tons of times before. Well, several. Well, a few. Well... once. But it was a big once, it allowed for study abroad adventures. Can you blame me? Besides, you know you liked it *wink wink, nudge nudge*

Anyhow. Moving right along. Yes! I am back now so that means I don't have a travel theme to keep to anymore (though there are still a few stories I might tell, they're on reserve). Oh the possibilities! The freedom! I can write about anything! Oh god... what do I write about?!

New plan! Fridays. I think a lot of things during the typical week and often (well, occasionally), just one or two of these thoughts seem to be worthy of sharing with the world. So, starting this Friday, my new goal is to blog about one or another of these things at the end of the week. That would be Friday... depending on who you ask.

As per usual, there will be no rhyme nor reason to the following lunacy. Just thoughts that I hope will be interesting, or at least amusing, or maybe just dumb enough for you to laugh at. Yep, any of those will work.

Coming?

Cheers, London!

Gill and I at our last pub

     I left London on December 18th, a Sunday. The last weekend I was there was full of nostalgia, friends, and lots of good food and drink (savoring all the things we don't have in America)! The day before that final weekend, the real and true end of the trip, Gill, her friend Andrea, and I went to a cool little piercing shop conveniently located right down the street from our school.We each got piercings, a little something that will always remind us of our adventure in London. I won't tell you about how big of a baby I was in that basement, it'll detract from the nostalgic nature of this story to have you all laughing at my completely unjustified terror.



    



The aforementioned super cool piercing shop

     Yesterday was the 6 week mark of that piercing, the day you are officially allowed to change the earring without the threat of your ear falling off or something equally terrible. I can hardly believe that I've been home for six weeks already. At the same, time it does feel like ages ago that I wandered the streets of Islington. I have been thinking a lot during this time about what I would say in this post, my final study abroad post. Truth is I still don't really know what to say but it's now or never.





The tube! Ok, it's still sort of exciting.



     I can't even begin to recount all of the wonderful experiences I had in the UK. I lived in my favorite author's neighborhood, I walked in the footsteps of my favorite band, and I studied amongst years and years of history. I made new friends, saw new places, an tried new things. Yet, in the midst of all the new, there was time enough to get comfortable. Even though new experiences big and small seem to come every day when you're abroad, three months is enough time to settle in and shed that initial feeling of being the outsider. I'll never forget the first time that a tourist asked me for directions.Apparently I looked the part of a local (though I surely never sounded the part)! What made the moment so memorable though, was the fact that I, normally quite directionally challenged, knew the area well enough to actually give the man directions! It is exciting whn riding the Tube stops being exciting and you start to know all the bus routes and stops by name and number. When you know the good, the bad, and the hilarious places to eat as well as all the pubs in your neighborhood (and when they are open). When there is practically a worn down track through the local Sainsbury's because you have your usual shopping list (and your friend's) down pat. When you consult the list of top attractions in the travel book and realize you've seen them all but your list of places to go and things to do still stretches on. When you watch an episode of Doctor Who ("Aliens in London" to be precise) and you have been to every location. When you ride Piccadilly line all the way out to Heathrow and you know what's above every station you stop at in central London. It is so thrilling to know a city as amazing as London on that level! 

     My flight back home was uneventful, a welcome relief after the horror show that was my flight out, but long. So LONG. A ten hour direct flight to San Fransisco and then 2 more hours home. Between airport time, time zones, and layovers I was up for a solid 24 hours with 12 of them actually in flight. I had no idea what day it was when I finally got to DIA! I must say, I think this trip has cured me of my air travel anxiety (mostly). I feel like there is nothing left that an airline can throw at me that I haven't seen before. Bring it on air travel!... *Except not really, I would like to keep the travel Gods on my side for any future travels. I didn't mean what I said just then. Please, bring it off!* 

     Coming home to my parents and my puppies was so great. It was like I had never left even though things had changed. How good it is to return to your home! There are so many things that I missed while I was away and I feel extra lucky to have around again! Lots and lots of things I miss now too. I never, never ever thought that I would love any place as much as I love Denver. I guess that's why I was taken so off guard when I began to feel more and more at home in Islington. Three months is the perfect amount of time to get to know a place and the perfect amount of time to be away on your own for the first time. Honestly though, it's barely enough to scratch the surface of all that London has to offer!

     There is so much more I could say about those amazing three months but I don't want to ramble any more than I already have. It was a time of many firsts for me; first solo plane ride, first time out of the America, first time living on my own. I honestly had no idea what to expect. Yet, somehow, it exceeded every expectation that I didn't seem to have. 

Damn, this one isn't the
TARDIS either!

     As Gill and I cleaned out our flats at Liberty Hall into the early hours of December 18th "Hello, Goodbye" by my dear Beatles came on. How perfect! I don't know why I had to say goodbye to London when I could be saying hello to all of the wonderful times it showed me, the memories created there, and hopefully a return trip. After searching all this time for the right words I guess I only needed one. This one: fantastic! Every last bit of it was just fantastic and I cannot believe how lucky I am to have had this experience.

    
    As for that earring, I didn't change it. Not just yet. For now I like knowing that I have a tiny bit of London on me at all times. Even if it is just a little post.

*One last fantastic thing: this is Gill's final study abroad post which is far better executed than mine and makes me cry every time I read it. I highly recommend it. Also, note her expert use of British spelling.... britalyzations? And this is a wee little bit from Emily's post of the same nature that uses her English major ways to make a point that I can't seem to. "It’s always strange to have an adventure come to an end . . . it really is like the end of a chapter   in a book. Even a section in a book (i.e. Part 1, Part 2 . . .), if it’s epic enough. It feels like there should be some kind of cliffhanger ending, some realization, some type of epic closure. But there rarely is. Things just careen right along without seeming to care that you want to pause for a minute and mull over the chapter before continuing on."



A fantastic impromptu photo of a

construction crew outside City U!