I have fun by looking at rocks. No really... I'm doing my masters on them. But no soft-sediment crap. That's scum hiding the good stuff. In Calgary since Jan 4, 2006. I am now 92.4% closer to the mountains I love.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

busy weekend

Between Thursday and Monday, I did the following:
  • Saw a comet (photo further down)
  • Fed a hare living under my deck (photo further down)
  • Went to a very good talk by Andrew Hynes, a prof from McGill who I could have worked with instead of coming here
  • Met Stephane Dion
  • Took someone on a date
  • Went skiing at Sunshine (without hitting a squirrel)
  • Watched all of the second season of The Sopranos in what free time I had
And the coming weekend looks busy too, since I'm going to see Trailer Park Boys live, and I have to do a lot of schoolwork.

As usual with photos, click for big.

Comet McNaught, from between the 9th and 10th floors of the Earth Sciences building. It's the light thing in the sky with a tail, in case you couldn't tell.

The new roommate. However, I haven't seen it around since Friday. I decided to name it Jonnie Tight-lips, due to watching too much Sopranos and Simpsons, and because it's not particularly conversational.

The view from my office on Friday. As with the other shots I've trimmed this down from my camera's 6 mpixel 1.334 ratio, just so that it uploads faster, and to remove irrelevant stuff. I use Irfanview to do this, cause it's simple and quick.

Time to prepare for my lab at 5pm.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

more of grum's daily doldrums

A family photo from England: The Complete Spray Family (Grandad and his two sons' families). From left to right, by lateral position of centre of head: cousin Michael, Grandad, me, Dad, Mum, bro James, sis Laura, aunt Hillary, bro Adam, cousin Richard, uncle Alan.

Apparently there's some ancient poem with the line "God preserve us from the Sprays" in it, a reference to my family's heritage as wreckers on the southeast coast of England and opposing shores of France. Google can't find it. A thousand points* if you can find it for me. I'll frame it and put it up somewhere to remind me to try and live up to my ancestors' reputation. Ironically on my mother's side I'm related to a Welsh prince "Llywelyn" (not sure if it was Llywelyn the Great or Llywelyn the Last).

Spent yesterday doing nothing useful at all. I meant to "telecommute", i.e. do work at home, to avoid the myriad sick people at the office (Erik got a particularly nasty flu, possibly Norwalk), but of course ended up spending the whole day watching Sopranos and old Top Gear episodes, and playing Age of Empires. I didn't shower or get dressed, or stray any farther from my room than the bathroom. I am only here today because these are my office hours for my lab section of GLGY 443: Igneous and Metamorphic Petrology.

Despite that I am quite familiar with the material of this class (as opposed to optical crystallography last term), it will be far more work because we mark the labs (we didn't in crystal). Since I understand it fairly well, I'll be much more effective as a teacher, which benefits everyone.

For me, this material is one of the reasons I got into geology; I like to understand things, especially important things, like the Earth. It's my rather direct way of finding answers to the big questions like "why are we here". Igneous and metamorphic rocks hold the clues to the most ancient history of our planet. Like how the earliest continental crust was generated. Understanding our planet, and indeed other planets (real and theoretical), holds great interest for me. Sedimentary rocks are also very important, but if you want to study older rocks, there's a good chance they've been metamorphosed at some point, and are, ipso facto, metamorphic rocks and no longer considered sedimentary rocks (not that the rocks care how we classify them). I wouldn't mind studying tectonism on other planets, but the chance to do fieldwork (the other reason I'm doing this stuff) is limited to comparative work (since I can't just hop in a truck and go to Mars to get some samples).

Essentially I'm a historian for pre-pre-pre-pre-history. The rock I work on was cooked up around 95 million years ago, but was deposited between 750 and 600 million years ago. As such, I do not search for proto-humans, or even any fossils at all. The life explosion started at around 550. When dinosaurs traipsed about on top of my field area, the rocks that are currently at the surface were more than 25 km deep below their feet.

Possibly more family photos to come, if they don't try to lynch me for not having their permission to put their pictures on the net.

At least one of the local hares has decided to live under my deck. Possibly because yesterday I threw a bunch of old mini-carrots dated December 12 into the yard for them (yes, I care about nature). They weren't off, just really dry and tasteless. Anyway they were apparently well received.

Actually it's all part of my new plan to acquire a pet "fell beast" (one of those flying beasts with exruciating screams that the Nazgul ride in Lord of the Rings). First I attract the hares with carrots. Then the hares attract coyotes, the coyotes attract bears, the bears attract animal control, and animal control officers will hopefully attract a hungry beast. I'll train it to sit in the tree in the yard, eating unsuspecting locals and screaming over the neighbourhood. I would enjoy flying around town on it, attacking the police helicopters and generally scaring the hell out of everybody.

I just found, under some papers, a bag of m&ms that I bought a few hours ago and totally forgot about. It's little surprises like this that make life so great.

Join us next time for the story of the Comet McNaught, of which I might have just obtained two good photos. Probably not as good as the ones from south of Red Deer (only an hour or so away) in that link, but we'll see.

*points not valid for exchange or purchase of any goods or services.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007


Back from the Old Country, where all six of us (nuclear family) were from the 25th to the 3rd. It was very hectic, each day rushing off to see members of Dad's or Mum's family, sometimes both. I saw relatives I hadn't seen in 12 years or more, and in other cases met relatives I'd never met before, so it was a really interesting trip. We stayed with Mum's twin sister (not identical) and her two children, in a village of 2,700 called Tarporley. It's 10-20 minutes east of Chester, a city of 80,000 situated about 45 minutes southwest from Manchester.

On the eve of the 31st, we all played various family games until midnight, when we went out to watch the fireworks. Tarporley put on a show as good as or better than Fredericton's typical Canada Day display, but the thing is, every town, village, city, and even individuals had displays, which meant that in a country as densely populated as Britain, the view from anywhere decently high up (as we sortof were) was unbelievable. We stood and watched over the Cheshire Plain as for half an hour, the horizon was continually lit, over all compass points, by blips of light and colourful bursts. The sound drifting to us over the plain was a continual rumbling, like distant artillery fire. Next time I'm there at New Year's, with this in mind, I'll be heading to a real high point, like local Beeston Castle, which is up on a high hill overlooking the plain. On the drive to meet cousins on my Dad's side the next morning, we saw a lot of colourful bits of plastic from exploded fireworks, and paid serious attention to the possibility for unexploded ordnance to be lying around.

Sadly no photos of this incredible display, but I will post some more shots of English countryside later.

I have no New Year's resolutions, it's not something I do. With a memory like mine, I cannot remember them unless written down somewhere, and then I'd lose the paper. Or forget to check the file if it was on this thing. This therefore becomes extremely ironic, because one of the things I want to improve about myself most is my memory. However, my main resolution was formed many years ago and hasn't been well adhered to at all: to stop leaving stuff until the last minute and then doing a rush job and handing it in late. I can still do a fine job at the last minute, but the lack of room for error is problematic. Basically I have a problem with time management, which I'm working to fix. I'm pretty happy with myself besides that. I would like to be fit for more than the field season, but I'm not completely out of shape even after two weeks of pub lunches and restaurant dinners and a complete lack of exercise besides hide and seek with my young cousins.

More to come later, when the Clavinova in the next room has stopped calling to me to go play.