<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393</id><updated>2011-08-14T08:25:17.287-05:00</updated><category term='Peace'/><category term='War'/><category term='France'/><category term='Lebanon'/><category term='Science Stories'/><category term='International News'/><category term='A new start'/><category term='bite them'/><category term='Musics'/><category term='The Moon'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Mindful Coalescence</title><subtitle type='html'>"We are a mindful coalescence of matter." A compilation of things nerdy and obscure, occasionally concerning animalcules.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-1231883652275390786</id><published>2008-07-11T08:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:43:35.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know the feeling...</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/448/"&gt;xkcd&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SHdjT1scrFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IjZ4cvZEzHM/s1600-h/good_morning.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SHdjT1scrFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IjZ4cvZEzHM/s400/good_morning.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221751485441551442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-1231883652275390786?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/1231883652275390786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=1231883652275390786' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1231883652275390786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1231883652275390786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-feeling.html' title='I know the feeling...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SHdjT1scrFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/IjZ4cvZEzHM/s72-c/good_morning.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5426861755341491599</id><published>2008-07-08T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:14:56.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SHN2DenZUaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VX4_90CfxBA/s1600-h/PIA10416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SHN2DenZUaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VX4_90CfxBA/s400/PIA10416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220646195182522786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/multimedia/images/image-details.cfm?imageID=3133"&gt;Cassini&lt;/a&gt;. Wow. Just freaking wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5426861755341491599?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5426861755341491599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5426861755341491599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5426861755341491599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5426861755341491599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SHN2DenZUaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VX4_90CfxBA/s72-c/PIA10416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-64274533884796388</id><published>2008-07-08T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:40:10.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go and Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cosmicvariance.com/2008/07/07/everything-you-every-wanted-to-know-about-quantum-mechanics-but-were-afraid-to-ask/"&gt;Cosmic Variance&lt;/a&gt; is currently taking questions about Quantum Theory so as to explain it in a way that is easily understandable. I urge you to go and ask all of your burning questions about said theory. I doubt they'd appreciate stuff like, "What the F*^K does it all mean, anyway?" but maybe more specific things like "Why was Schroedinger all obsessed with killing cats?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-64274533884796388?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/64274533884796388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=64274533884796388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/64274533884796388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/64274533884796388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/07/go-and-ask.html' title='Go and Ask'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6159449799695770570</id><published>2008-07-03T08:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:56:02.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>I just got all my pictures from my tour developed onto some CDs. I'll post a little journal with them here sometime in the near or not-so-near future, but if you do the stupid Facebook thingy, I have a lot of them over there. Here's one that turned out really well, though, for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SGzaTuVTHlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_4UuSwkFJHk/s1600-h/01020008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SGzaTuVTHlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_4UuSwkFJHk/s400/01020008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218786100605296210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6159449799695770570?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6159449799695770570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6159449799695770570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6159449799695770570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6159449799695770570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/SGzaTuVTHlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_4UuSwkFJHk/s72-c/01020008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5418839631378482717</id><published>2008-07-03T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:48:10.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UT: Canada to Build Worlds' First Asteroid-Hunting Satellite</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday (June 30th) was the 100-year anniversary of the Tunguska event, when a small piece of ice or rock created a huge blast crater near the Podkammenaya Tungus river in Siberia, flattening trees and scaring the heck out of people in the surrounding area. Thankfully, the blast didn't happen in a populated area and nobody was killed, but there are many more pieces of debris floating around out there in space. If we want to do something about an asteroid headed our way, or keep astronauts safe from space debris, knowing is half the battle. Thanks to a new microsatellite being built by the Canadian Space Agency, we will soon have a better map of the objects surrounding the Earth's orbit. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/07/01/canada-to-build-worlds-first-asteroid-hunting-satellite/#more-15344"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5418839631378482717?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5418839631378482717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5418839631378482717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5418839631378482717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5418839631378482717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/07/ut-canada-to-build-worlds-first.html' title='UT: Canada to Build Worlds&apos; First Asteroid-Hunting Satellite'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-578592846440121721</id><published>2008-06-27T08:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:53:21.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UT: Dark Matter is Denser in the Solar System</title><content type='html'>Dark matter was theorized to exist relatively recently, and we've come a long way in understanding what makes up a whopping 23% of our Universe. Our own galaxy is surrounded by a halo of dark matter that adds to its mass. A recent paper on the dark matter closer to home – right here in our own Solar System – reveals that it is denser and more massive than in the galactic halo. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/06/26/dark-matter-is-denser-in-the-solar-system/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-578592846440121721?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/578592846440121721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=578592846440121721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/578592846440121721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/578592846440121721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/06/ut-dark-matter-is-denser-in-solar.html' title='UT: Dark Matter is Denser in the Solar System'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-1823383410080254191</id><published>2008-06-25T09:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:15:09.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UT: Homer's 'Odyssey' May Chronicle Ancient Eclipse</title><content type='html'>I love writing this story, and how much it's stirred stuff up in the comments. Ah, writing about literature and astronomy together. If I could fit bicycles in there somehow, that would cover all three of my major passions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Homer's 'Odyssey' May Chronicle Ancient Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's likely that sometime in your education career, an English teacher had you enjoy (or suffer through, depending on your tastes) at least part of that classic of classics, Homer's Odyssey. It tells the story of Odysseus, a Greek general, who embarks on a 10-year journey back home after battling in the fall of Troy. The tale is filled with imagery that is referenced often in contemporary films and books. As old as it is, one would think that we've learned pretty much all we can from the book, but a new analysis of celestial events referenced in the Odyssey reveals that Homer may have documented a total solar eclipse. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/06/24/homers-odyssey-may-chronicle-ancient-eclipse/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-1823383410080254191?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/1823383410080254191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=1823383410080254191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1823383410080254191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1823383410080254191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/06/ut-homers-odyssey-may-chronicle-ancient.html' title='UT: Homer&apos;s &apos;Odyssey&apos; May Chronicle Ancient Eclipse'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-700627287668759239</id><published>2008-06-05T00:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:14:10.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UT: Map of Milky Way Redrawn (again)</title><content type='html'>Just yesterday Fraser wrote about the Milky Way's demotion from a 4-arm spiral galaxy to a 2-arm. This isn't the only change we'll have to accept about our home galaxy: a Milky Way mapping project has discovered stars in the galaxy moving slower and in more elliptical orbits than predicted. This means we might have to redraw the map we have of our own neighborhood yet again. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/06/04/map-of-milky-way-redrawn-again/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-700627287668759239?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/700627287668759239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=700627287668759239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/700627287668759239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/700627287668759239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/06/ut-map-of-milky-way-redrawn-again.html' title='UT: Map of Milky Way Redrawn (again)'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4077967776040222020</id><published>2008-06-02T12:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:58:49.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ames</title><content type='html'>Despite the flooding that we experienced last week, my first few days in Ames have been pretty uneventful. Working at the bike shop every day is freaking great. I missed the shop and all of the people that worked there very, very much. It's nice to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting caught up on my astronomy reading, though my podcast queue is getting ridiculously long. So much to do, all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric and I got our garden in, and it seems to be surviving all of the pounding rain we've been getting. We planted tomatoes, corn, beets, cucumber, peppers, watermelon, pumpkins, and broccoli. I hope we get to eat at least most of it. The fence we constructed seems pretty rabbit-resistant, though if there are deer milling around we just might have to make the fence taller. I guess we'll know soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to report, other than that it's weird to be speaking English all of the time, and having everybody else do the same. Can't wait to start up a French club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you're on the evil, pointless thing called Facebook, I posted some pictures of my bike trip and my trip with my mother over there. Once I get mine developed and scanned in, I might put up a mini-journal here about all of that jazz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4077967776040222020?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4077967776040222020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4077967776040222020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4077967776040222020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4077967776040222020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/06/ames.html' title='Ames'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6364099663335600377</id><published>2008-05-23T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:42:33.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UT: Over 100 Explosions Observed on the Moon</title><content type='html'>In the past two and a half years, the Moon has taken a real beating. NASA astronomers have observed over a hundred explosions on the Moon during this time, caused by meteoroids both large and small, slamming into the Moon at speeds of up to 160,000 miles per hour (257,495 kilometers per hour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon gets pelted constantly – over a metric ton of material falls on the Moon every day! Most impacts are too dim to see with the naked eye because they are small micrometeorites. The rate of the flashes from larger impacts increases dramatically – up to an impact every hour – during meteor showers such as the Perseids and Quadrantids. The sporadic impacts account for twice as many observable events as compared to meteor shower impacts. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/05/22/over-100-explosions-observed-on-the-moon/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6364099663335600377?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6364099663335600377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6364099663335600377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6364099663335600377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6364099663335600377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/05/ut-over-100-explosions-observed-on-moon.html' title='UT: Over 100 Explosions Observed on the Moon'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5918260226300786068</id><published>2008-05-21T07:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:50:08.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Right, so I made it back to the U.S. safe and sound. It's so weird to be speaking English all the time and drinking coffee out of non-thimble sized cups. I'm currently in Sioux Falls, South Dakota and will be making my way back to Ames this afternoon, where I will stay for quite a while if everything works out like I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month or so has been fun. Lots and lots of traveling. I would like to get pictures up here as soon as I can get them all scanned in (no digital camera for this guy). I'll be back at the bike shop in Ames, so if you live there come by and say hello. I will be giving out my new phone number to people once I get around to buying a phone (expect that to take a few weeks). Also, expect a lot more from me on Universe Today. I wish I could have taken my compy with me on tour, but alas, there is no wireless while camping (yet). Until then, I will point you to Ian's brilliant article on &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/05/19/no-doomsday-in-2012/"&gt;why we all won't die in 2012&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5918260226300786068?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5918260226300786068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5918260226300786068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5918260226300786068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5918260226300786068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/05/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8118065437590494665</id><published>2008-04-27T03:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T03:18:59.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>It came so quickly, this very last day of riding. I've spent a couple of lovely days in Aachen, Germany with some friends from Iowa. All I have left is a measly 85km day,  one of the shortest of the tour. Then I get to chill in Cologne for a few days with some old friends and head back to Paris for a rendezvous with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a tour you feel like it will continue forever, and then it is abruptly over. I wish I could just keep riding, but there is the issue of, y'know, eating and paying bills and such. I now have to go eat French Toast (in Germany, of all places, which is kinda funny for some reason) and get ready to ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8118065437590494665?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8118065437590494665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8118065437590494665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8118065437590494665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8118065437590494665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/04/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-302028616713898043</id><published>2008-04-24T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:23:24.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Belgium</title><content type='html'>I don't have too much time to write (I am starving and need to make dinner...) but I've made it to Belguim! The trip so far has been absolutely phenomenal. Like, one of the best bike tours I've had. Here's some differences I've noticed between Belgium and France:&lt;br /&gt;- there is less dog shit on the ground to step in&lt;br /&gt;- people have a funny accent. Belgium is France's Canada, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;- there are french fry restaurants everywhere, with millions of sauces to choose from. Curry ketchup is the best, though Pickles comes in second.&lt;br /&gt;- the beer is so freaking cheap&lt;br /&gt;- the highways have bike lanes, even though they suck sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. I leave this glorious country of beer and fries for Germany tomorrow. Guten nacht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-302028616713898043?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/302028616713898043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=302028616713898043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/302028616713898043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/302028616713898043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/04/belgium.html' title='Belgium'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3045364604006693428</id><published>2008-04-13T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:40:42.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Day</title><content type='html'>The trip so far has been fabulous. I made it to Dinan today, which is a lovely town with an even lovelier hostel. I rode to almost St. Brieuc yesterday, taking my time to get there. Ended up leaving late (noon instead of 8) but still got to a good place to camp around 5. I guess it was only 90km. That's like 50 miles or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up camp at the top of this valley, which was only a valley because it had a damn at the end of it. It was clear and nice all day, and then it was cloudy and lightly drizzling, then just cloudy. Initially I wanted to camp right by the stream at the bottom, but it was a Saturday night in a remote area and seemed like a good place for drunken high schoolers to come make a bonfire and party. So I hiked my bike and all my crap up the side in two stages. It was like climbing a wall, but I managed it. I couldn't see stars when I went to bed, but when I woke up one of the numerous times in the night, I could. I was too tired to pick out any constellations, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with two friends during the ride yesterday. The first, Mustapha, is running to Caen over the vacation. He was supposed to leave Friday, but got off late and so I passed by him on the rode about 45 minutes after starting. We had a coffee and talked about our respective adventures. And cows, and how they moo differently in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other friend, Bernard, is a cyclist and drove to Guingamp, then bactracked my route until we met up. He gave me dried bananas, which if you've never tried you must. No, not banana chips but these whole dried bananas wrapped in tinfoil. We rode and chatted and then had a juice and some cakes before we got to his car. I wish he could have come with me, but I guess not everybody is a jobless slacker like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my equipment worries have been unfounded as yet. The homemade panniers are doing fine, even if I don't have a lot of clearance for my foot in the pedal stroke (can't really backpedal, which is ok I guess...). I didn't need to use the "tent" I made because it was clear, but probably will sometime. The stove rocks my freaking socks off. I boiled a few cups of tea and water to drink and a cup of coffee this morning all on like 75ml of alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More the next time I get an internet connection...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3045364604006693428?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3045364604006693428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3045364604006693428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3045364604006693428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3045364604006693428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-day.html' title='2nd Day'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4052437140573489109</id><published>2008-04-11T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:16:30.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving for Germany</title><content type='html'>I leave tomorrow for Germany (if I get everything frakkin' finished). It should be a good time pending good weather and preferable winds. Wish me luck, and do an anti-rain dance if you have the time/skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4052437140573489109?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4052437140573489109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4052437140573489109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4052437140573489109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4052437140573489109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/04/leaving-for-germany.html' title='Leaving for Germany'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5348368979599690482</id><published>2008-04-09T03:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:13:20.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellany</title><content type='html'>A few things:&lt;br /&gt;– I went to Paris with a group of students last weekend. It was a blast, and the kids behaved themselves. I went to the Cinematheque and Le Louvre (for the third time...) on Friday, and walked around the city and saw my friend &lt;a href="http://www.kasiaozga.com/"&gt;Kasia&lt;/a&gt; at her art installation on Saturday. We came back Saturday night. I took lots of photos, which will be posted once I have them developed and can scan them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– While walking around Paris, I put the soundtrack to the film &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rushmore&lt;/span&gt; on repeat on my iPod. This lead me to fall in love with all things &lt;a href="http://www.mutatovisual.com/"&gt;Mark Mothersbaugh&lt;/a&gt;. Check out his art, and anything that he's created. It is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– I leave in like 4 days for Germany, and have yet to finish sewing my panniers. I'm not too worried, but the next few days will be super-busy. I did, however, succeed at fabricating &lt;a href="http://www.csun.edu/~mjurey/penny.html"&gt;this stove&lt;/a&gt;. It is freakin' sweet! I cooked my dinner last night over the wonderfully bright flame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5348368979599690482?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5348368979599690482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5348368979599690482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5348368979599690482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5348368979599690482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/04/miscellany.html' title='Miscellany'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8276829833322938198</id><published>2008-04-09T03:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T03:12:05.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UT: Biggest Star</title><content type='html'>You should totally check out Fraser's story over at Universe Today on the &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/04/06/what-is-the-biggest-star-in-the-universe/"&gt;biggest star.&lt;/a&gt; It is teh awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8276829833322938198?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8276829833322938198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8276829833322938198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8276829833322938198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8276829833322938198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/04/ut-biggest-star.html' title='UT: Biggest Star'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7209213946035187913</id><published>2008-03-28T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:27:15.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UT: Galaxy Zoo results show Universe isn't lopsided</title><content type='html'>NOTE: If you aren't already on &lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt;, you should be. And if you are, can you start digging my stories (only if you like them, that is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July of last year, the doors of the online galaxy classification site Galaxy Zoo opened for business. The response? Tens of thousands of people logged-in to begin classifying galaxies from the Sloan Digital Sky Survey. If you've been one of the users madly clicking away at galaxies on the Zoo, this is what you've been waiting for: the first results have been submitted for publication, and it turns out that our Universe is, in fact, not 'lopsided'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/03/28/galaxy-zoo-results-show-that-the-universe-isnt-lopsided/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7209213946035187913?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7209213946035187913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7209213946035187913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7209213946035187913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7209213946035187913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/ut-galaxy-zoo-results-show-universe.html' title='UT: Galaxy Zoo results show Universe isn&apos;t lopsided'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4297562834697929765</id><published>2008-03-26T15:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:08:37.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Asplody Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Between the writing and the interviewing and the translating things like "gamma ray burst" into French, I believe I have officially contracted Head Asplody Syndrome. I thought doing some of said activities in my favorite bar would help the ailment, but this is indeed not the case. I hope it ain't terminal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4297562834697929765?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4297562834697929765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4297562834697929765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4297562834697929765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4297562834697929765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/head-asplody-syndrome.html' title='Head Asplody Syndrome'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6629122040677062074</id><published>2008-03-25T03:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:37:59.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>Oy, this is going to be a busy week. I have an interview with &lt;a href="http://www.chrislintott.net/"&gt;Chris Lintott&lt;/a&gt; to prepare for, a bunch of &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com"&gt;Universe Today&lt;/a&gt; articles to translate into French for my upcoming presentation at my local astronomy club, articles to write, a bike to finish overhauling (just needs one more part...continually) and panniers to finish sewing. On top of that, I'd like to get my route planned out almost completely for April, but who knows how long that will take. Oh yeah, and teaching, the bane of my existence. 13 days of that left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6629122040677062074?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6629122040677062074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6629122040677062074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6629122040677062074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6629122040677062074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6788391438822353943</id><published>2008-03-18T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:28:08.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peruvian Meteorite May Rewrite Impact Theories</title><content type='html'>On September 15th of last year, a meteorite impacted the Earth near the town of Carancas in Peru. The story made worldwide headlines when hundreds of people who flocked to see the crater reported getting ill. As it turned out, there were no mysterious space illnesses plaguing the population; the super-hot meteorite likely vaporized arsenic-containing water that was near the surface of the impact site, and onlookers and investigators breathed in the noxious gas. The meteorite is again in the spotlight, though not for making people sick. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/03/18/peruvian-meteorite-may-rewrite-impact-theories/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6788391438822353943?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6788391438822353943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6788391438822353943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6788391438822353943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6788391438822353943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/peruvian-meteorite-may-rewrite-impact.html' title='Peruvian Meteorite May Rewrite Impact Theories'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-726380526184788282</id><published>2008-03-18T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:40:06.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegan diet 'help' for arthritis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7301188.stm"&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;/a&gt;. While all you poor suckers lament your painful, crumbling joints as you age, I will be deftly threading needles and doing jumping jacks. I win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-726380526184788282?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/726380526184788282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=726380526184788282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/726380526184788282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/726380526184788282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/vegan-diet-help-for-arthritis.html' title='Vegan diet &apos;help&apos; for arthritis'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3363537192697019081</id><published>2008-03-18T08:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:20:01.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarko is a Pottymouth</title><content type='html'>I forgot to write about this: French Bling-Bling Prez Nicolas Sarkozy was schmoozing a crowd when someone told him that they didn't want to shake his hand because he'd "already made them dirty." Kinda insulting, sure, to tell the President of your nation you don't want to shake his hand. Any normal person/politician would have just been like, "Okay..." and continued with the rest of the crowd. Not Sarko, though. He told the guy, "Casse toi alors, pauvre con." Rough translation: "Shut up, you stupid cu**". The last two letters of that word are nt, if you didn't know that. Yeah, that's Presidential. Even worse than when Cheney dropped the F-bomb in Congress. Vive la Sarko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3363537192697019081?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3363537192697019081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3363537192697019081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3363537192697019081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3363537192697019081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/sarko-is-pottymouth.html' title='Sarko is a Pottymouth'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-1873088930592411138</id><published>2008-03-18T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:09:04.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New, Unexpected Spots Found on Jupiter</title><content type='html'>Jupiter is a spotty place. There's the aptly-named Great Red Spot – a large, long-lasting storm – that we all know and love, and new storms crop up every so often to create interesting features for astronomers both professional and amateur to study. The most recent discovery of new spots can only be seen in the UV, but they add a whole new level of complexity for scientists to chew on. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/03/18/new-unexpected-spots-found-on-jupiter/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R9--w7N_gQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MBc7vFT0UpU/s1600-h/IFP_Bonfond02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R9--w7N_gQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MBc7vFT0UpU/s400/IFP_Bonfond02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179067844238737666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-1873088930592411138?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/1873088930592411138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=1873088930592411138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1873088930592411138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1873088930592411138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-unexpected-spots-found-on-jupiter.html' title='New, Unexpected Spots Found on Jupiter'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R9--w7N_gQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MBc7vFT0UpU/s72-c/IFP_Bonfond02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7199748783262223568</id><published>2008-03-17T11:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:48:55.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookout for Space Junk!</title><content type='html'>Nancy just had a story up on UT about the &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/03/17/space-junk-toxic-fuel-rains-down-on-siberian-region/"&gt;discarded stages of rockets falling into Siberia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.eurasianet.org/departments/culture/articles/eav041902.shtml#"&gt;This photo essay&lt;/a&gt; is quite impressive, too. Maybe the Russians should find a better place to launch than the Cosmodrome in Kazakhstan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy writes in the story, "People who live in the zone are given at least 24 hours' notice of falling debris. Only those outside the zone are entitled to any compensation for damage caused by the launches." Can you imagine getting a warning that a rocket stage might, I don't know, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crash through your barn/house&lt;/span&gt;? And then the government says, "Well, we warned you. Have fun fixing the hole in your roof!" Not too sure this is the best policy on the part of the Russian  Space Agency...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R96dELN_gPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gIZG5LF9v04/s1600-h/sj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R96dELN_gPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gIZG5LF9v04/s400/sj1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178749316579164402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7199748783262223568?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7199748783262223568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7199748783262223568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7199748783262223568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7199748783262223568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/lookout-for-space-junk.html' title='Lookout for Space Junk!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R96dELN_gPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gIZG5LF9v04/s72-c/sj1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6817876627623981415</id><published>2008-03-16T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:09:59.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Update</title><content type='html'>In list form, my progress on the Morlaix-Köln trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Almost finished with the panniers. I have to do a little sewing and install some grommets and velcro, and they'll be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All of my tent stuff is purchased and tested out. I have to duct tape up some holes in the tarp, and it'll be ready to go. I scored a sleeping bag from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I haven't planned all of the route, but I want to keep it pretty open anyways. I know I have to be to Rouen by the 18th to see my friend there, but my Aachen and Köln friends are pretty flexible as to when I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My bike needs work. New tires and chain, a new rear derailleur cable and quite probably a new bottom bracket spindle and bearings. It's making noises I really don't like, and I'd hate to be stuck in Belgium with a non-functioning bb bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been getting in a few kilometers when it's been nice. The wind was blowing 75mph on Monday and Tuesday, so I didn't go out. Discovered the bb problem today, so I might do some mountain riding this week on my roommate's bike instead of risk grinding out the inside of the bb cups with the worn out bearings. We'll see how bad things look when I tear the axle out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6817876627623981415?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6817876627623981415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6817876627623981415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6817876627623981415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6817876627623981415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/trip-update.html' title='Trip Update'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5296247383359679055</id><published>2008-03-14T03:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:25:15.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 in 10^12</title><content type='html'>I was doing some poking around the internet to familiarize myself with computer processing speeds (ultra-fast supercomputers were the subjects of various podcasts that I listen to). In the definition of a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teraflop"&gt;FLOP&lt;/a&gt; (floating point operation) on Wikipedia there was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The entire BOINC averages over 900 TFLOPS as of February 17, 2008.[2]&lt;br /&gt;* SETI@Home computes data averages more than 265 TFLOPS.[3]&lt;br /&gt;* Folding@Home has reached over 1 PFLOPS[4] as of September 15, 2007.[5] Note, as of March 22, 2007, PlayStation 3 owners may now participate in the Folding@home project. Because of this, Folding@home is now sustaining considerably higher than 210 TFLOPS (1267 TFLOPS as of September 23, 2007). See the current stats[6] for details.&lt;br /&gt;* Einstein@Home is crunching more than 70 TFLOPS.[7]&lt;br /&gt;* As of June 2007, GIMPS is sustaining 23 TFLOPS.[8]&lt;br /&gt;* Intel Corporation has recently unveiled the experimental multi-core POLARIS chip, which achieves 1 TFLOPS at 3.2 GHz. The 80-core chip can increase this to 1.8 TFLOPS at 5.6 GHz, although the thermal dissipation at this frequency exceeds 260 watts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run &lt;a href="http://boinc.berkeley.edu/"&gt;BOINC&lt;/a&gt; all the time, and am a member of the folding@home and Einstein@home projects. This means my computer is part of a supercomputer, calculating protein folding and helping in the search for pulsars. Isn't that cool? Distributed computing is impressive because of how many resources it might save. Instead of building one huge supercomputer that does all of these operations, it's spread over thousands of computers around the world that would otherwise be doing nothing. The users lend their unused computing power to help understand our world better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got thinking about how this would impact the environment. The fact that these computers are using energy instead of being turned off or sleeping allows one to make the argument that it's environmentally irresponsible, but I'd have to see the data on the resources eaten up by large supercomputers to hash this out. There are worse things one could be destroying the environment in the name of anyways, like driving Hummers and transporting food over thousands of miles, so in the end it's worth it in my eyes. Additionally, one of the programs I run (which, incidentally, has the largest projects to download and thus uses the most time on my compy) does climate modeling in the hopes of better understanding global warming. So, the energy it uses is in the search for a solution to climate change, a quintessential carbon offset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5296247383359679055?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5296247383359679055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5296247383359679055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5296247383359679055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5296247383359679055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-in-1012.html' title='1 in 10^12'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3561408818874196011</id><published>2008-03-13T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:47:12.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you do it?</title><content type='html'>First, read &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/03/04/a-one-way-one-person-mission-to-mars/"&gt;this fantastic and thought-provoking story by Nancy&lt;/a&gt; over on, of course, UT. Then, think about it. Then read the rest of this post. Then comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I had this lengthy debate over the content of Nancy's story. I mentioned it, and the fact that I would go to Mars on a one-way ticket in a heartbeat. He was appalled, and said it would be boring and a death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counter to his arguments like, "But you'll die", "But you'll be all alone" and "All there will be to see is rocks" was to end those arguments with, "ON MARS!!!". Because, seriously, if you were the first person to go to Mars, and die there, and spend maybe a few years doing science there, you would both be remembered forever and revered while you were alive. That isn't all. You would be out on another planet's surface, advancing the prospect of humans blowing this popstand we call Earth and heading for further-off, more exotic places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it would be hard to give up everything you know here and live in a stinky bucket on the way to Mars, and then a stinky shack on the surface. All alone. My thought was that you would get a lot of reading done, which would be nice. And, you would be traveling in space to another freaking planet. I mean, how many people can say that they have done that? Not too many. Not too many at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take me much reflection to say that I'd volunteer for it. I would miss my family and friends and biking, but to embark on such an adventure would be impossible for me to pass up. We will all die someday. Why not do it on Mars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3561408818874196011?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3561408818874196011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3561408818874196011' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3561408818874196011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3561408818874196011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-you-do-it.html' title='Would you do it?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8958786175346333699</id><published>2008-03-13T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:33:03.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Lake on Mars Found by HiRISE a Good Place to Look for Life</title><content type='html'>Despite what it might look like, this is not the beach of a lakeside resort here on Earth. It's what remains of a dried up lake on the surface of Mars, yet another fantastic image brought to us by the cameras on the High Resolution Imaging Science Experiment (HiRISE.) This is a closeup of the largest of the "fans" leftover from the lake in the bottom of Holden Crater, an 87-mile (140-kilometer) wide crater in the bottom of the larger Holden Basin on Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting about a dried up lake bed, besides the spectacular image? Well, it's the perfect place to start a search for life on Mars. A nice, calm lake would be a likely place for life to form. This site is one of the six possible landing sites for the NASA's Mars Science Laboratory, which launches next year and will try to answer the question of whether life on Mars existed at one time, or continues to thrive there. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/03/13/ancient-lake-on-mars-found-by-hirise-a-good-place-to-look-for-life/"&gt;More... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8958786175346333699?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8958786175346333699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8958786175346333699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8958786175346333699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8958786175346333699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/ancient-lake-on-mars-found-by-hirise.html' title='Ancient Lake on Mars Found by HiRISE a Good Place to Look for Life'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-2017527147101935710</id><published>2008-03-13T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:26:24.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New UT format</title><content type='html'>Instead of just giving you the link to my UT stories, I will now provide some more context by giving you the first paragraph, with the option to read the rest of the story there. Ha! Hypnotoad says, "You will follow the links to the rest of the story..." Well, he doesn't really say it. More like transmit it to your mind with his hypno-powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plans for a "Doomsday Ark" on the Moon are in the Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say something terrible happens to your computer, like it crashes or you drop it. All of those movies you bought online are toast, as is your address book and most of your work. It's always a good idea to have a backup somewhere else, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a backup of your computer is handy, but having a backup of the entire progress of human civilization is even more practical. If a major catastrophic event like nuclear war or an asteroid strike wipes out most of the humans on the planet, it would be helpful for the survivors to have a record of all the accomplishments we've made in the past few thousands of years to help rebuild and repopulate the Earth. &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/03/13/plans-for-a-doomsday-ark-on-the-moon-are-in-the-works/"&gt;More...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-2017527147101935710?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/2017527147101935710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=2017527147101935710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2017527147101935710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2017527147101935710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-ut-format.html' title='New UT format'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7248946366182440262</id><published>2008-03-13T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:21:25.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, yes, I finally did it</title><content type='html'>If you know me well, you may be surprised, even shocked at the subject of this post. Sadly, I have joined the juggernaut of social networking commonly known as Facebook. Yes, I know. Whatever reaction you are having to this is the same that all of my other friends (now Facebook friends!) have had. I think Jon Mullin said it best: "I feel dirty for you..."&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask? No good reason. I wondered what it was all about, so I thought I would give it a shot. Frankly, I still have yet to figure out what the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; of Facebook is, but maybe it will take a few days. It's only function as of yet has been to waste my time. Is that the point? Please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7248946366182440262?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7248946366182440262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7248946366182440262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7248946366182440262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7248946366182440262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-yes-i-finally-did-it.html' title='Yes, yes, I finally did it'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7066637958880528225</id><published>2008-03-11T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:15:05.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Buddies</title><content type='html'>The other American assistant was playing around with an astrology website that gives horoscopes. He put in my birthday, and though it was all complete crap (astrology is ALL complete crap) there was one thing that made my entire day. I found out that I share a birthday with Wil Wheaton! Yes, THE &lt;a href="http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/"&gt;Wil Wheaton&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't know who Wil Wheaton is, well, I am sad for you. Your life is thus empty. Next time our birthday rolls around I'm going to shoot him an email/leave a comment on his blog and then he will invite me over to his house to play Star Trek TNG: The Card Game. Still got my deck somewhere, and I'd totally throw down my Traveler card early on to draw double for the rest of the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7066637958880528225?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7066637958880528225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7066637958880528225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7066637958880528225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7066637958880528225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-buddies.html' title='Birthday Buddies'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-255836123282603713</id><published>2008-03-09T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:42:12.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamins!</title><content type='html'>I learned the other day that the word vitamins comes from the melding of the words "vital" and "amines." I thought this was really neat to know for some reason. Well, the story is even better. I found out courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.sciencebasedmedicine.org/?p=58"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; that the guy who named vitamins was named Casimir Funk. How cool of a name is that? If I ever own a pet again, I'm going to name him Casimir Funk. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-255836123282603713?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/255836123282603713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=255836123282603713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/255836123282603713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/255836123282603713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/vitamins.html' title='Vitamins!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6267267761255587521</id><published>2008-03-05T03:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T04:21:11.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good and the Bad</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of my students, and they are apparently tired of me. The last two days with a couple of classes, they just skipped. All of them. See, it normally works like this: they go with the teacher like they normally would, then come to see me. With this specific teacher she likes to do it on a volunteer basis (which, in my opinion, is not the best system because I get the same students all the time, and sometimes there are no volunteers so I waste an hour sitting in a classroom reading or whatever). So yesterday, at 8am in the freaking morning I was sitting in my classroom waiting. With this class I normally get like 2-4 students, because it's 8 in the morning and because they could give a crap. Well, I waited about 40 minutes, then went back to the teacher's lounge. After the class period was over, I saw the teacher and she said, "So how was class with them?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh, with whom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "With the four students I sent...oh, well then. You don't have to see that class anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a privilege for them to come chat with me, and since they seem to not want to do so and would rather go smoke and play with their motorcycles, they might as well be with the teacher and learn grammar. And I was going to show them an episode of "Mythbusters" where they tear the rear axle out of a cop car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the same thing happened again today with another class and the same teacher. I had 6 students for 30 min. and they were supposed to go back to class and send 6 others for the rest of the hour. They just left. And, remember, these are students that are 18-20 years old. I don't feel as if I should have to hold their hand in between classes, making sure they go where they're supposed to. At that age I was in college for two years already, and had no trouble finding my way between classes. Maybe they'll lose the privilege of being with me, too, which I won't cry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Example of how the first class with them went this semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an activity where they were supposed to write three statements about themselves, one of which was to be false. I used, for example, "I rode my bike across the U.S. I have a dog. I like saurkraut." I don't have a dog, though they always guess that I haven't done the bike ride. Ha. Anyway, here's what the first student wrote for his three:&lt;br /&gt;1. I use preservatifs (the french word for condoms).&lt;br /&gt;2. I fu** my wife.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 60 wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I wasn't going to write "I fu** my wife." on the board. Sorry. So, we ended up settling on "I've had sex before. I have a wife. I have 60 wives." All his buddies guessed that he'd never had sex before, which was kinda funny because it embarrassed him. He did, in fact have a wife of three months that he'd married when he and she were both extremely drunk. The rest of the statements were a little more tame, but still anything but innocent. Some selections include, "I like redheads," "My mother is black," "I am a famous rap star." This is the class that I consider successful if no fights break out, and if I don't have to send anyone out. Since they're pretty keen on swearing pretty much nonstop, I just ignore it. Being offended by it (which I'm not anyway) would just encourage them. When they discover that I'm not really too bothered by their terrible use of language, they generally stop. At the end of the class period that time, I ended up teaching them words like "puke" and "barf", because they were curious about it and I consider this meeting halfway. And I got to learn what those words were in French, which is a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of my classes are bad, only the older kids in the technical school. Unlike the younger ones, they don't have the fear of getting detention or the general fear of adults in them. I almost always have a good time with my younger kids because they listen and they want to play games, which is entertaining for me. As a general rule, I try to come up with lesson plans that will maximize the entertainment value for me. They are going to learn something pretty much no matter what I do with the, so I might as well have a good time with it. My job is to teach them, and theirs is to keep me amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6267267761255587521?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6267267761255587521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6267267761255587521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6267267761255587521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6267267761255587521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-and-bad.html' title='The Good and the Bad'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-1445842909835738595</id><published>2008-02-20T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:48:49.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Shakes Fist At Clouds*</title><content type='html'>Well, it was nice and clear tonight...up until the real interesting part. I got to see the first part of the penumbra take a bite out of the Moon, and then I got to see the rest of the eclipse webcast from Argentina (all the European sites I checked out were just pictures of clouds). Stinking cloudy weather. And there won't be another eclipse for a few years now! I got clouded out last time, too, but at least a year ago March I caught the umbra. Ah, well, in a few years then I might get to see it in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-1445842909835738595?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/1445842909835738595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=1445842909835738595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1445842909835738595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1445842909835738595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/02/shakes-fist-at-clouds.html' title='*Shakes Fist At Clouds*'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-762741180139360142</id><published>2008-02-20T14:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:53:21.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse All-Nighter</title><content type='html'>If you weren't aware of it yet, there is a lunar eclipse tonight. Of course, &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/02/17/countdown-to-february-2021-total-lunar-eclipse/"&gt;UT has all of the details&lt;/a&gt; on viewing, as always. It's at like 3am here, so my plan is to stay up until then and get some writing and emailing done. I've got about 6 hours to go, and I already feel a little tired even after a coffee. I hope I can make it long enough, and there aren't any clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R7ySzrKFNqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ND5xBnNMr0w/s1600-h/280px-Lunareclipses2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R7ySzrKFNqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ND5xBnNMr0w/s400/280px-Lunareclipses2003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169167888770479778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting things to read from this last week or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic Variance had an outstanding article on &lt;a href="http://cosmicvariance.com/2008/02/18/telekinesis-and-quantum-field-theory/"&gt;Telekinesis and Quantum Field Theory&lt;/a&gt; If that sounds intimidating, all it really means is that they debunk the idea of spoon bending or using mind powers to move things around in the world by showing that our understanding of physics eliminates this possibility. It is extremely well-written and easy to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil posted on &lt;a href="http://www.badastronomy.com/bablog/2008/02/18/is-science-faith-based/"&gt;how science is not faith-based&lt;/a&gt;. He concisely sums up what science is all about in typical Phil Phashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian has been writing his little heart out on UT with a series of articles the building of a base on the Moon, which we likely will do someday. Here's links to Parts &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/02/07/building-a-base-on-the-moon-challenges-and-hazards/"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/02/09/building-a-base-on-the-moon-part-2-habitat-concepts/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/02/20/building-a-base-on-the-moon-part-3-structural-design/"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This American Life is the best thing ever. The last act of &lt;a href="http://thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1228"&gt;this recent episode&lt;/a&gt; is phenomenal. It comes from &lt;a href="http://www.themoth.org"&gt;The Moth&lt;/a&gt;, which if you have a chance to check it out is pretty fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;a href="http://www.satireandcomment.com/0208toast.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was just too funny to pass up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-762741180139360142?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/762741180139360142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=762741180139360142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/762741180139360142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/762741180139360142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/02/eclipse-all-nighter.html' title='Eclipse All-Nighter'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R7ySzrKFNqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ND5xBnNMr0w/s72-c/280px-Lunareclipses2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4654354135158568700</id><published>2008-02-18T04:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:53:09.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Sheldon Brown</title><content type='html'>I was saddened to learn the other day that Sheldon Brown, a human encyclopedia of bicycle knowledge, died on the 3rd of February from a heart attack. If you've never heard of Sheldon, go to the treasure trove of knowledge that is &lt;a href="http://www.sheldonbrown.com"&gt;his website&lt;/a&gt;. He'd been sick for a while, so I don't know how unexpected this was, but it's still kinda a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime a friend asks me a question about fixing bikes in a situation where I'm not there (over the phone or email), and I want to avoid spending an hour writing the answer down, or drawing a diagram or making lists of tools, I send them over to his site. In fact, I learned a great deal myself from his site when I was just a wee little bike mechanic, and still visit the site pretty regularly for technical specifications or just to check out his impressive compilation of weird bicycles. Sheldon will be sorely missed by the international following of bicycle enthusiasts that he inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R7lhXrKFNpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q05jBdNFvWE/s1600-h/Solotand-BS.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R7lhXrKFNpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q05jBdNFvWE/s400/Solotand-BS.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168269106734249618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4654354135158568700?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4654354135158568700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4654354135158568700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4654354135158568700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4654354135158568700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/02/remembering-sheldon-brown.html' title='Remembering Sheldon Brown'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R7lhXrKFNpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q05jBdNFvWE/s72-c/Solotand-BS.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5641277807960879276</id><published>2008-02-12T04:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T04:50:54.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumbling</title><content type='html'>I know that there are more serious problems in the world than the ones I have, but I have to complain about the sad state of "technology" at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say one wants to, I dunno, print the lyrics to a song for use in a class. I tried to do just that yesterday. For a class at 11am. I came in around 8:20. That left 40 minutes to print a one-page document before my 9am class. One would think this possible, yes? No. I tried to print it off from my computer, something that use to work well. No. It says "processing document" eternally. I tried off one of the computers in the teacher's lounge. Same thing. I tried the library. The network was down. I tried a student computer lab. Network not responding either. I then tried this little room where I have a secret printer that sometimes works, sometimes not. It was not working. So, I ended up giving group work to my 10am class, and copying the text down &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by hand&lt;/span&gt; to make photocopies of it. The previous Friday I'd tried printing something at 10:30am. Didn't work. Then, at 1:30 in the afternoon, as I was working on something in the teacher's lounge, the printer spit out my document. 3 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all of these problems only arise when the internet is actually working. When it's not, at least half the week or the whole week, then all the problems are solved!! Easy enough, you can't do anything. And this is just the printing situation. When the internet is actually working, the following things are blocked (for teachers – more is blocked for students)&lt;br /&gt;- videos (Youtube included)&lt;br /&gt;- MySpace&lt;br /&gt;- occasionally, Wordpress and Blogspot&lt;br /&gt;- Google Images (on google.fr - google.us works)&lt;br /&gt;- Skype and Apple Mail and iChat&lt;br /&gt;- Gmail. Yes, Gmail. I couldn't email for two weeks because of this, until I discovered that https:// actually gets around this somehow. http://www.google.com will not work. Neither will hotmail, at all, which is wonderful for the other assistants who use this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have a tech person to fix all of this? Not really. He's a former biology teacher who is losing his hearing (so can't teach anymore), and just happens to be "good" with computers. Not someone who has any professional experience keeping servers, networks, etc. running and dealing with blocking software and such. Could I do his job? Absolutely not. But neither can he, and he is kinda stuck doing it and putting up with the litany of complaints I'm sure he receives every day. At least he can't read English, so he will never get to read this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one could say, "Why don't you find another internet connection?" Good point. The internet café I've been going to, however, has been under construction. And they close early sometimes when there's nobody there, because this is France and that's the way it works. Also, in a town of 15,000 people the place is not really brimming with WiFi. I tried riding around on my bike to different locations in town, stopping occasionally with my MacBook and refreshing the airport. No luck finding accessible WiFi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I've not emailed you or commented on those Youtube links you sent me, this is the reason. I feel better after complaining in a public way about all of this. I can't wait to get back to the good ol' USA where one can find free WiFi almost anywhere, and where I will be getting the internet put on the back of the truck and shipped directly to my house. Or however it is one connects to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, as I am writing this right now, all the  teachers in the lounge are complaining about this very same thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5641277807960879276?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5641277807960879276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5641277807960879276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5641277807960879276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5641277807960879276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/02/grumbling.html' title='Grumbling'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6798019620303178821</id><published>2008-02-08T03:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T03:25:37.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...and, We're Back?</title><content type='html'>Hello from the hermitage!! Thanks to a few technical difficulties and illness, I've been stuck inside the past few weeks without a soul to talk to besides my students (and really, though they aren't soulless, they are very much heartless). But, the internet is "working" once again (for how long...) and my near-constant headache has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a link to a story: &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/01/28/hyperfast-star-ejected-from-the-large-magellenic-cloud/"&gt;Hyperfast Star Ejected from the Large Magellanic Cloud&lt;/a&gt; I enjoyed very much the subject matter of this one, and explaining conservation of angular momentum in the comments. Surprisingly, I couldn't find too much out there in the 'tubes that explains very basically the ejection of a binary star system from the interaction with a black hole. The possibility of a BH in the Large Magellanic Cloud is so freaking cool and exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, I will be returning to Ames at the end of my time here. People keep asking me what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, and the answer is simply: I don't know, but I'm going to enjoy it. My reasons for returning to Ames are many and varied, but the main one is to work at Skunk River Cycles once more as a mechanic. I merely inquired about the possibility of working there again, and somehow ended up with the job. I guess Ronn and Steve like me after all :) Of course, this will allow me to continue writing articles (with an internet connection that works!, in my house!), playing around with bikes and perhaps the starting up of my own podcast. I get to live with Eric, a dear, dear friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then: I originally thought to go to Budapest during this next vacation (Feb. 15th-Mar. 3rd). But, it will be kinda expensive to get there and monies need to be saved for my trip to Germany by bike. So, I will stick around here, maybe go to Lannion, Quimper, Vannes, Nantes, etc. I also need to start training to ride a loaded bike in hilly places 70-80 miles a day, something I can't really do without a bike in cold, cold Hungary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6798019620303178821?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6798019620303178821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6798019620303178821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6798019620303178821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6798019620303178821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-were-back.html' title='...and, We&apos;re Back?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3772278460333741232</id><published>2008-01-28T10:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:30:30.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronomy Related Things</title><content type='html'>My UT output has been pretty lame as of late, with all of the school related stuff and the poor internet connection. I did, however, receive an honor that I've been dreaming of for a long time: Fraser mentioned my article about cancer and cosmic rays on &lt;a href="http://www.astronomycast.com/astronomy/ep-72-cosmic-rays/"&gt;Astronomy Cast&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, he doesn't say my name, but it still is hawesome. Here's the last week or so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/01/17/regulating-traffic-in-the-final-frontier/"&gt;Regulating Traffic in Space&lt;/a&gt; - What should Space Law regulate, and do we need cops up there too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/01/21/flying-telescope-passes-its-first-stage-of-tests/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infrared Telescope Passes Flight Tests&lt;/a&gt; - This is rad: an infrared telescope in a retrofitted jetliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/01/21/using-gps-could-better-tsunami-warning-system/"&gt;Using GPS to help Warn for Tsunamis&lt;/a&gt; - Cool idea, and sounds somewhat easy to implement, given the system already exists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/01/28/paper-boomerang-will-be-tested-on-space-station/"&gt;Japanese Astronaut to Test Boomerang in Space Station&lt;/a&gt; - I think this story is kinda funny, but really cool. And I got to explain the physics of a boomerang, which I hope I did clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is of me at the last Astronomy Club meeting I went to. I'm talking to Radio Phillip (so called because he does radio astronomy in his garage and we have two other phillips in the group). And yes, I am drinking cider. I think this is always the highlight of my week. We got to observe for the first time evah!! Well, since I joined in November anyways. Then we had a general meeting and I volunteered to present a "Universe Today Digest" sometime in March. This means I get to translate my favorite articles on UT into French and talk about them for an hour. I'm kinda nervous about it, only because my French is just ok, and I'll have to look up words like "spectrograph", "Vegetation Red Edge" and such in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Kay7YGrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BlzXq989uTE/s1600-h/-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Kay7YGrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BlzXq989uTE/s400/-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160573678476860082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3772278460333741232?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3772278460333741232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3772278460333741232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3772278460333741232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3772278460333741232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/01/astronomy-related-things.html' title='Astronomy Related Things'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Kay7YGrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BlzXq989uTE/s72-c/-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5265979397862109662</id><published>2008-01-28T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:45:06.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TOS7YGsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rqKao_5ZEw4/s1600-h/P1011135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TOS7YGsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rqKao_5ZEw4/s400/P1011135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160583359333145282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy, busy, busy bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TPi7YGtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OjgdS-xz3EQ/s1600-h/P1011142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TPi7YGtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OjgdS-xz3EQ/s400/P1011142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160583380807981778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird needle/telecommunications antenna near the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TQC7YGuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mIoWMxL18-U/s1600-h/P1011164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TQC7YGuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mIoWMxL18-U/s400/P1011164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160583389397916386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josep is being silly! Apparently Catalans drink olive oil to get drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TQy7YGvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tkp5kbas_5w/s1600-h/P1011157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TQy7YGvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Tkp5kbas_5w/s400/P1011157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160583402282818290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Italian fixie was sooooooo cherry. Notice the gold flaking underneath the paint in this next picture. Shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54UGi7YGwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BAgm_pHWCOk/s1600-h/P1011158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54UGi7YGwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BAgm_pHWCOk/s400/P1011158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160584325700786946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5265979397862109662?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5265979397862109662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5265979397862109662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5265979397862109662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5265979397862109662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54TOS7YGsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rqKao_5ZEw4/s72-c/P1011135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3509850501774064815</id><published>2008-01-28T10:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:37:18.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona Pictures</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are some pictures from Barcelona. More to come when Luke gives me a link to all of the pictures from Paris and Toulouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Cgy7YGmI/AAAAAAAAADg/wNKBCEE1Uh0/s1600-h/P1011114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Cgy7YGmI/AAAAAAAAADg/wNKBCEE1Uh0/s400/P1011114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160564985463052898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of Barcelona from the Parc Güell, a huge park designed by the modernist architect Gaudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54CiC7YGnI/AAAAAAAAADo/vdjIVBff-0I/s1600-h/P1011124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54CiC7YGnI/AAAAAAAAADo/vdjIVBff-0I/s400/P1011124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160565006937889394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Barcelona from the Montjuic, a hill that has a huge castle on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Cii7YGoI/AAAAAAAAADw/ploZb_tn8rk/s1600-h/P1011152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Cii7YGoI/AAAAAAAAADw/ploZb_tn8rk/s400/P1011152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160565015527824002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona's famous Montjuic Fountain that they light up at night, playing classical music and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Cli7YGqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bfiO3G14bb0/s1600-h/P1011144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Cli7YGqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bfiO3G14bb0/s400/P1011144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160565067067431586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cat was waaaaaaayyyy out on that limb, and it was a long drop. He didn't seem to be bothered by the fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3509850501774064815?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3509850501774064815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3509850501774064815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3509850501774064815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3509850501774064815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/01/barcelona-pictures.html' title='Barcelona Pictures'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R54Cgy7YGmI/AAAAAAAAADg/wNKBCEE1Uh0/s72-c/P1011114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8112481363431094581</id><published>2008-01-28T10:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:23:07.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Hate about France</title><content type='html'>1. The weather. We had three days over the weekend where we could see the Sun, after about two weeks of rain. Now it's back to the unrelenting gray. Ugh. Snow is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The internet. Well, at least the connection at my school. I've had a host of problems with the network connecting to blogspot and also Wordpress (where, incidentally, I write all of my UT stories). This has been a pain in my ass for a while, and the "tech guy" at my school, who is actually just a former biology teacher that happens to be good at computers, isn't very helpful, even if he's a nice guy. This means I'm going to be spending much more time (and money) in the internet café, which sucks. I can't wait to have internet in my own place, someday when I grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The students. Specifically, all of my new students that are in the "professional" school. They do technical stuff, but are a little older, and are more than a handful. Like, two handfuls and a full bucket. I've had to revamp a lot of my curriculum because it was too hard. These are the kids that look at me blankly when I say stuff like, "Hello. Good morning." Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are going along. Vacation in three weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8112481363431094581?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8112481363431094581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8112481363431094581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8112481363431094581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8112481363431094581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-hate-about-france.html' title='Things I Hate about France'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-1467372539849877969</id><published>2008-01-10T07:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:58:48.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UT Stories</title><content type='html'>I haven't been good about posting links to my UT Stories lately. True, because of the vacation I haven't written many over the last few weeks, but it's starting to pick up again. Here are the links to catch up the, like, one person who probably bothers to read them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space causes cancer! Well, probably not, but &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/12/19/cancer-rates-rise-and-fall-with-cosmic-rays/"&gt;cosmic rays might.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/12/21/mit-shoots-for-the-moon/"&gt;MIT is designing a spacecraft to measure the Moon's gravity field.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/12/21/how-long-is-a-day-on-saturn/"&gt;Radio emissions from Saturn help to figure out it's rotation period.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/12/21/magnetic-ropes-connect-the-northern-lights-to-the-solar-wind/"&gt;Magnetic "ropes" connect the Earth to the Sun.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/01/04/organic-molecules-found-outside-our-solar-system/"&gt;Organic molecules found outside our Solar System! This one's exciting.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2008/01/08/matching-cyclone-found-at-saturns-north-pole/"&gt;The weather outlook on Saturn: cyclones at both poles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AAS (American Astronomical Society) meeting is in Austin, Texas this week, which means there will be a bunch of stories coming out soon on all sorts of exciting stuff. &lt;a href="http://www.astronomycast.com/LIVE/"&gt;Astronomy Cast &lt;/a&gt;is covering this meeting live, and in full force.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-1467372539849877969?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/1467372539849877969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=1467372539849877969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1467372539849877969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1467372539849877969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/01/ut-stories.html' title='UT Stories'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4246627431715997873</id><published>2008-01-10T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:45:25.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation in Brief</title><content type='html'>My vacation was pretty sweet. I went to Paris, Auch, Barcelona and Toulouse. Got to see  Mike once again, and do ridiculous things in the streets of France. Now I'm back teaching the little ones how to properly say, "Happy New Year," and what percentage one should tip a server in a restaurant in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, while we were discussing this one of my students said, "Like they were talking about in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;/span&gt;?" Yes, exactly like that. But without all of the swearing. Or tearing people's ears off and lighting them on fire. Seriously, though, I was impressed that they'd seen it and could remember the content of that scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4246627431715997873?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4246627431715997873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4246627431715997873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4246627431715997873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4246627431715997873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2008/01/vacation-in-brief.html' title='Vacation in Brief'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3770436955932944950</id><published>2007-12-31T09:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:09:00.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Here we (Mike, Luke and I) are in Toulouse, walking around the city and enjoying the free internet at a café. Thought I would wish anyone reading this a Happy New Year before it's too late. Enjoy yourself wherever you may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3770436955932944950?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3770436955932944950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3770436955932944950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3770436955932944950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3770436955932944950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5952217907349604249</id><published>2007-12-20T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:02:33.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>I leave for vacation tomorrow! I only have a couple of classes in the morning, lunch with some other teachers, and then I leave Morlaix around 4pm to see Mike! I haven't seen him in almost exactly a year. I will now make a list of things I must do before departure, in the &lt;a href="http://www.sisypheantask.blogspot.com"&gt;Farisian&lt;/a&gt; style to honor this great event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cut my hair and clean bathroom and living room&lt;br /&gt;- Wash some clothes in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;- Cook dinner&lt;br /&gt;- Write 2-3 UT short articles&lt;br /&gt;- Burn a CD of Christmas music for my chilluns&lt;br /&gt;- Pack my messenger bag&lt;br /&gt;- Organize tickets and reading material for the trip&lt;br /&gt;- Get money out for trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it. I won't have a lot of internet love over the break, so here is your homework: post suggestions as to what I should do with the rest of my life in the comments. I have set a deadline of the end of January for deciding what jobs I will apply for after this one, and need some help. Have at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5952217907349604249?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5952217907349604249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5952217907349604249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5952217907349604249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5952217907349604249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/12/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7680760757352768008</id><published>2007-12-17T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:18:43.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AstroFun</title><content type='html'>Scientific American's News Bytes of the Week are almost always amusing, but the &lt;a href="http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=news-bytes-why-pregnant-women-dont-tip"&gt;December 14th&lt;/a&gt; ones are particularly so. "Why Pregnant Women Don't Tip Over," and "Italian Docs Strip for Money," are hilarious, though it's sad that the Arctic is melting and that the U.K. is pulling out of the ILC and cutting a bunch of phunding for physics in their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally all caught up on my astronomy reading for the last week of absence. See all those links over there on the left hand side? I try to read all of the news-related ones about every day, and missing three or four days is a good way to get set back (especially with &lt;a href="http://www.badastronomy.com"&gt;Bad Astronomy&lt;/a&gt;, as being a published writer Phil seemingly has nothing better to do that screw around on the internets all day and, y'know, make the world a better place by keeping everyone honest). Now I just have to get caught up with my UT stories, and I'll be ready to go on vacation! Yay for the lazy French and their vacations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of UT, the last &lt;a href="http://www.astronomycast.com/observing/episode-66-how-amateurs-can-contribute-to-astronomy/"&gt;Astronomy Cast&lt;/a&gt; was particularly inspiring. Think you can't do anything for science? Think again!! Listen to find out more about how just using your eyes and a computer you can participate in the "world's real oldest profession."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7680760757352768008?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7680760757352768008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7680760757352768008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7680760757352768008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7680760757352768008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/12/astrofun.html' title='AstroFun'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8045853653202666703</id><published>2007-12-17T05:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:35:44.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Holiday Cheer</title><content type='html'>After being sick last week, and mostly worthless, I feel like I'm finally getting back on my feet. Friday night I went to the astronomy club, like always, and Magali did a presentation on astronomy in the Middle Ages in central Asia. It was very informative, and we were a bit bummed that we didn't get to see the Geminids because it was cloudy. Ah, well, next year I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to Brest and just kinda hung out with my friend Emma and walked around. It was nice to leave the apartment and Morlaix for a bit. I bought a phone card and talked on the phone all evening long to family and friends back in the States, notably my friend Nik. I think we may have talked for longer than an hour, which will probably cost me more than an arm and leg but was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I did laundry, rode my bike about 30km and started working again on some UT articles. That's the plan for today, as well, as my class was canceled and it's cold but nice outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my vacation, I finally got some tickets and nailed down some dates yesterday. I'm going to Paris the 21st-24th, to see my friend Nicolai the 24th-28th in Auch (near Toulouse), and to Barcelona the 28th-1st. Then I'll come back here for the last 4 or 5 days and ride my bike, because by then I will have no money left for sure. I also have to start buying tickets for my vacation in February to (hopefully) Budapest and St. Petersburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of vacations and biking, I think I might try to start planning a European bike trip. I thought it would be neat to ride my bike from here to Köln or Berlin when I'm done with my contract, maybe passing through Belgium. Anybody want to come with? This depends, of course, on how much money I can manage to save between now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a bit of holiday cheer, thanks to Phil Plait at &lt;a href="http://www.badastronomy.com"&gt;Bad Astronomy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R2ZeEQ62hgI/AAAAAAAAADY/AvRjYE9qBoo/s1600-h/reasonseason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R2ZeEQ62hgI/AAAAAAAAADY/AvRjYE9qBoo/s400/reasonseason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144903051671668226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8045853653202666703?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8045853653202666703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8045853653202666703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8045853653202666703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8045853653202666703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-and-holiday-cheer.html' title='Update and Holiday Cheer'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R2ZeEQ62hgI/AAAAAAAAADY/AvRjYE9qBoo/s72-c/reasonseason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6645569292569118571</id><published>2007-12-12T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:50:47.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I just spent the last three days in my apt., being sick. I hate being sick. I watched TV a lot, because reading and writing just weren't happening with my blurry head. Drank a lot of tea, too. I feel like I know French TV a lot better than I did previously, though. It's terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6645569292569118571?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6645569292569118571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6645569292569118571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6645569292569118571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6645569292569118571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3051433660752187922</id><published>2007-12-06T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:13:44.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chewing-Gum Pony</title><content type='html'>I was talking with my new friend Sarah the other day about the first story I ever wrote, titled "The Chewing-Gum Pony." I did so in maybe 3rd or 4th grade. It was intended to be a full-length children's book, and I had my best friend Nik make a bunch of illustrations for it. I then sent off the "manuscript" that I typed up on my mom's work computer to Penguin Press. Sadly, this work of genius was rejected by them, though the publisher did take the time to write up and send a nice rejection letter. I distinctly remember one sentence being, "Unfortunately, we only publish books for children and not by children." I think the editor also encouraged me to revise and submit the story again when I was older. Well, the idea is a good one, and maybe someday I'll do it. Until then, though, here is the unedited original version. I still have the handwritten paper copy somewhere, written inside a hot-pink spiral-ring notebook, and all of Nik's illustrations. Of course, &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/12/05/could-we-detect-plants-on-other-planets/"&gt;the subject of my writing has changed a bit&lt;/a&gt; since I was in 3rd grade, but you can tell from the story that I had an interest in stars and space already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, The Chewing-Gum Pony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once upon a time there was a small pony named Jimmy. He liked to chew. One day he said, “I’ve chewed everything except…chewing gum!” He went to the store but it was not there. Then he asked a boy and he said, “At the gum store.” He went to the gum store. There were all kinds of flavors and colors. Jimmy decided to get every color. H carried the boxes on his back. Jimmy liked gum. He ever chewed it at night! When he ran out, he went back and got more. Now he could blow bubbles. One time he blew a so big of a bubble that it covered his body! When he was by friends, it popped on them. For Christmas he got 1,000 boxes. For Valentine he got 100. Jimmy saved all his money to buy gum. Gum helped him do things. When he was running a race, he chewed gum to relax and he won first place. Sometimes he couldn’t chew gum because it was against the rules. Jimmy also used his gum for protection. He popped a bubble on a bully . He always gave gum to his friends. All of his friends liked Jimmy. One time he was reading a book and he popped a bubble and it took a week to get it off! People watched Jimmy blow bubbles. When it snowed it fell on his bubble and popped it. Then the snow tasted like gum. When he was going to space he packed the spaceship full of gum. When he watched a movie everyone heard popping noises. One day Jimmy wanted to go see a star. So he chewed some gum and blew a big bubble. Then it lifted Jimmy and he went up, up, up, up until he caught a star and his bubble popped and he went down, down, down, down, until he landed on the ground. Then he talked to the star and let it go. When he got tickets to the carnival he went and chewed gum the whole time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3051433660752187922?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3051433660752187922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3051433660752187922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3051433660752187922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3051433660752187922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/12/chewing-gum-pony.html' title='The Chewing-Gum Pony'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-2064977084688895335</id><published>2007-12-04T04:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T04:29:56.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teleoperation on Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/12/03/future-mars-explorers-might-only-see-the-planet-from-orbit/"&gt;Future Mars explorers might only see the planet from orbit&lt;/a&gt;. More to come later on my awesome weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-2064977084688895335?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/2064977084688895335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=2064977084688895335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2064977084688895335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2064977084688895335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/12/teleoperation-on-mars.html' title='Teleoperation on Mars'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7347211130286211510</id><published>2007-11-30T03:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T03:39:39.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boba Fett or RobaFett? You decide.</title><content type='html'>I was working on an article about using robots for space exploration (link to come soon, I hope) and I came across this image in the research proposal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R0_ZXm9CZlI/AAAAAAAAADI/NLBbmQKHMYc/s1600-R/Roba+Fett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R0_ZXm9CZlI/AAAAAAAAADI/FUA3Ar4E5DQ/s400/Roba+Fett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138564699469801042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "That looks an awful lot like Boba Fett." Below is a picture of Boba Fett for comparison:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R0_ZX29CZmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/h71IWCLX6ik/s1600-R/real+boba+fett.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R0_ZX29CZmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2Ff7QNC6cb0/s400/real+boba+fett.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138564703764768354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which means that Star Wars is real, the Death Star is nigh and the government is covering it up in a grand conspiracy to keep us in the dark about the coming of the Empire.&lt;br /&gt;(Image credit: I couldn't find a link to the report that it's originally from, and the one I read just references the original and must be paid for. SO, the report of origin as cited is: R. Ambrose, ROBONAUT Activity Report, NASA Johnson).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7347211130286211510?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7347211130286211510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7347211130286211510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7347211130286211510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7347211130286211510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/boba-fett-or-robafett-you-decide.html' title='Boba Fett or RobaFett? You decide.'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/R0_ZXm9CZlI/AAAAAAAAADI/FUA3Ar4E5DQ/s72-c/Roba+Fett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3253869835646561139</id><published>2007-11-28T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T09:31:59.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a polite question to ask a planet, let alone a moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/11/27/how-old-is-tritons-surface/"&gt;How old is Triton's surface?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3253869835646561139?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3253869835646561139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3253869835646561139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3253869835646561139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3253869835646561139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-polite-question-to-ask-planet-let.html' title='Not a polite question to ask a planet, let alone a moon.'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-2905893474990200220</id><published>2007-11-27T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:37:29.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Print Dead?</title><content type='html'>I doubt print is dead, as there will most likely be nerdy people like me who love reading printed books for a long time. Last night I spent a bunch of time reading astro stuff on my compy, and my eyes were just so very tired. However, &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/B000FI73MA/ref=amb_link_5892762_2/105-7232159-1638027?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;pf_rd_r=1GNSA6RA6149HJXTC72H&amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;pf_rd_p=333788801&amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;this is cool&lt;/a&gt;. I heard about it on &lt;a href="http://www.onthemedia.org/episodes/2007/11/23/segments/89336"&gt;On the Media&lt;/a&gt;, who devoted an entire show to the state of print media. &lt;a href="http://www.eink.com/press/releases/The%20Future%20of%20Reading%20_%20Print%20Article%20_%20Newsweek_111907.pdf"&gt;Everybody's touting the Kindle&lt;/a&gt; as "Book 2.0", and "the evolution of the book," etc. While I am thoroughly impressed, and agree that it will fundamentally change the way many people read, I doubt that it will kill off books and magazines in print form right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, we may eventually move away from paper as the main source for distributing information, and convert most of what we have to digital form. It's already starting, in fact. But I doubt that they will stop printing paper books within my lifetime, anyways, so what the hell do I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though, this is the future. I'll continue to buy books at bookstores, because I love the experience of reading them and going to old book stores, and like to be surrounded by them where I live. But man, do I ever want something as slick as the Kindle, too. Why can't we have both?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-2905893474990200220?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/2905893474990200220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=2905893474990200220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2905893474990200220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2905893474990200220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-print-dead.html' title='Is Print Dead?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4204346781164208903</id><published>2007-11-27T05:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:16:13.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernovae and Antimatter</title><content type='html'>New for you to read (or not): &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/11/26/could-antimatter-be-powering-super-luminous-supernovae/"&gt;Could Antimatter be Powering Super-luminous Supernovae?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one Sciam scooped me on, but the previous story I wrote about imaging the Earth with neutrinos was a scoop for New Scientist, so I'm 0:1 and 1:1. Speaking of Sciam, they have a new video podcast based on their 60-second science series, and it is rad. It's an editor quickly and simply explaining a difficult scientific concept, and as with everything Sciam does it is pretty brilliant and funny. The first one is on &lt;a href="http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?id=what-is-dark-matter"&gt;Dark Matter&lt;/a&gt;, and there's another about Moore's Law over at their site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4204346781164208903?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4204346781164208903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4204346781164208903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4204346781164208903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4204346781164208903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/supernovae-and-antimatter.html' title='Supernovae and Antimatter'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4184670646467783570</id><published>2007-11-25T05:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:03:13.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Though the real Thanksgiving day we didn't do anything special, Saturday was when we had our party. There was a lot of eating, drinking, and dancing on chairs. I think the 6 of us consumed more than 7 bottles of wine, and that wasn't so evenly distributed among us; needless to say, it was fun. Also, there was lebanese dancing and music, singing along to Euro-pop, and Evan serenaded us with "Ave Maria" at one point because he knows how to do these things. I made stew, and there was vegan stuffing and mashed potatoes and other such things. It definitely ranks up there with the best Thanksgivings I've had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4184670646467783570?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4184670646467783570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4184670646467783570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4184670646467783570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4184670646467783570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-thanksgiving.html' title='The Fun Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8228779924543554982</id><published>2007-11-22T05:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:58:42.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>First, I worked. Yeah, I know what you are thinking: no, they do not in fact celebrate Thanksgiving in France. My friend Evan said, "Yeah, they don't thank people here. They just go on strike." I find this to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught a couple of classes, and both went spectacularly well, actually. First one was with the bike activity, and they stuck around after class (during their lunch period!!!) to talk to me about bikes and how awesome Michelin tires are. The second one I taught English expressions to, and they did really well with it. I took a long nap in between these classes, since one was in the morning and one late in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to teach our newly formed "International Club" about Thanksgiving, but no students showed. Instead, Evan and I taught the Spanish and German assistants about the treatment of Native Americans in the United States, from Thanksgiving, through the Trail of Tears, and the Dawes Act of 1948, to the shitty conditions on reservations today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider this a patriotic act, telling them that though the history of our country is tainted with stealing land and enslaving people, the ideals that we hold to today aren't half-bad. I gave thanks, in a way, for the way my country has turned out, even if it still isn't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the rest of the evening I made some stir-fry, talked to most of my family on the phone, and consumed a bottle of wine. During the consumption of this wine I read articles on white dwarf planets and neutrinos, and worked on an article on the surface age of Triton which should hopefully be up on UT sometime soon (though I will be sure to thoroughly edit it before submitting it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of wine and astrophysics, if you want to hear just how informative and clear a description of an otherwise difficult astrophysical topic can be when the person explaining is pretty drunk, check out the last 6 minutes of the podcast &lt;a href="http://skepticality.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=262450#"&gt;Skepticality for October 3rd, 2007&lt;/a&gt;. In it, Dr. Pamela Gay of Star Stryder and Astronomy Cast fame – two of my favorite sources of astronomy news – drunkenly describes how we have come to understand Dark Matter. It's hawesome, to say the least, and to hear her say, "We can map gravitational effects of CRAP WE CAN'T SEE," really gets to the heart, in a very direct way, of how we have come to understand Dark Matter as it stands today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8228779924543554982?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8228779924543554982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8228779924543554982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8228779924543554982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8228779924543554982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/real-thanksgiving.html' title='The Real Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-2137695750422369606</id><published>2007-11-22T02:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:51:23.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving the Earth an X-Ray</title><content type='html'>New article at UT: &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/11/21/seeing-inside-the-earth-with-neutrinos/"&gt;Seeing inside the Earth with neutrinos&lt;/a&gt;. This is a cool use for an already cool (ar, ar) &lt;a href="http://icecube.wisc.edu/"&gt;telescope&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-2137695750422369606?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/2137695750422369606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=2137695750422369606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2137695750422369606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2137695750422369606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-earth-x-ray.html' title='Giving the Earth an X-Ray'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6866712842774217724</id><published>2007-11-20T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:24:19.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strikes, revisited</title><content type='html'>As you may or may not know, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/world/AP-France-Strikes.html?_r=1&amp;hp&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;there's a bunch of people on strike in France&lt;/a&gt;. Like always. My classes were canceled today, one because the teacher was on strike and the other because my students didn't show. This is not to say they were on strike, necessarily, just that they thought nobody else would show so they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of links to what I wrote about strikes the last time I was here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ludditenick.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-greve-front.html"&gt;From the Greve Front (March 17th, 2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ludditenick.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-school-is-blocked.html"&gt;My school is blocked (March 30th, 2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this means that I was able to do almost absolutely nothing today. I wrote an article, did some research, took my time to write the previous post, and took a nap. I also finished viewing NOVA's documentary on the intelligent design trial in Dover a couple of years ago, called &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/id/"&gt;Judgment Day: Intelligent Design on Trial&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documentary is both angering and satisfying. Angering in the sense that there are people who wish to pawn off their ideologies as science, and satisfying in the sense that these people were shut down from forcing this crap on students. I say it is crap because it is: Intelligent Design is creationism under a different name. Whether you believe in God or no, faith has no place in science. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of scientists who believe in God, or Allah, or whatever. And maybe their faith drew them to the wonder of what the believe to be God's creation in the first place: this is fine. I have no bones about this. What I do have contention with is when people of faith invoke this as science. It's not, because supernatural causes are by definition untestable, and for something to be science it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;must be falsifiable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have no problems with intelligent design being taught in a philosophy class. None. We talked about the existence of God in my philosophy classes, and the problem of evil, and the idea of intelligent design as well. It is a philosophical and ideological paradigm that deserves debate, just like any other philosophical idea. But it has no place in the science classroom, just as astrology has no place in the science classroom, or Native American creation myths. To pass it off as science is intellectually dishonest, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova does a good job of covering such a contentious issue, though I wish some of the ID proponents would have agreed to be interviewed by them. Their arguments were mainly presented through the transcripts of the trial, and Nova talked to a lot of scientists who testified at the trial. I'm assuming that the ID people thought that Nova would somehow twist their words, blah blah blah, but in the end they have no right to complain if they chose not to represent their ideas in the film. They were explicitly and repeatedly invited to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, enough with this heavy stuff. This is what happens when I get a bunch of time on my hands...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6866712842774217724?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6866712842774217724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6866712842774217724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6866712842774217724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6866712842774217724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/strikes-revisited.html' title='Strikes, revisited'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3304963777343188550</id><published>2007-11-19T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:31:22.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowerly Language</title><content type='html'>I read a lot of research papers. Like, a lot. This I do for my writing over at UT, and admittedly, for my own pleasure on occasion. Most people would cringe at this statement. "Why would you want to read such dry, boring writing?" they would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sometimes it is dry and boring, and I hate that. It is rare and beautiful when researchers studying pioneering subjects in physics and astronomy can whip out a phrase that is both accurate and poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sparked this post is &lt;a href="http://sisypheantask.blogspot.com/2007/11/around-this-time-last-year-in-blogging.html#links"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, from Mike's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;November 11, 2004:&lt;br /&gt;discussion: the quality of writing in scientific and technical writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Scientific and technical writing is poorly written and therefore boring. The writing should have more active verbs and less passive and linking verbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Scientific writing is meant for its audience; it should be concise and flowerly language would distract from the meaning. The personal should be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I find myself now agreeing more with K: scientific writing is about the audience, and conciseness is pretty important. I'd add, though, that the use of passive voice has made for some pretty awful sentences in some scientific writing, like the one a friend of mine read to me last night. But over all, I'm less snobby about scientific writing now and understand it more rhetorically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree with both Mike and K. Saying that it is meant for an audience of people who like sentences purely in the passive without the use of personal pronouns really misses the fact that the people who read these articles are human beings. It also sets up the false dichotomy that something can either be concise and descriptive, or poetic and beautiful, but not both. So, I present Exhibit A from a paper I just read on cratering on the surface of Triton (no link because you have to pay to see the paper in an online science journal):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Comets are notorious for falling apart or evaporating in the face of bright sunlight. Many, but not all, are weakly welded worlds that would fall apart in the evening breeze.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is sandwiched in a descriptive section between two sections of the paper that are mostly equations. The author uses alliteration, "weakly welded worlds" and has a somewhat pastoral reference when talking about the "evening breeze". Not only is this a concise, accurate picture of the composition of a comet, it's very poetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not say that it is "flowery". Surely it could be stated in a less poetic manner, but why do so when stating it thusly would provide no more accuracy in describing the subject, and leave out the grandeur and mystery of comets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I present Exhibit B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...for some perverse reason that I have never understood, editors of scientific journals have adopted several conventions that stifle good prose, albeit unintentionally – particularly the unrelenting passive voice required in descriptive sections, and often used throughout. The desired goals are, presumably, modesty, brevity, and objectivity; but why don't these editors understand that the passive voice, a pretty barbarous literary mode in most cases, but especially in this unrelenting and listless form, offers no such guarantee? A person can be just as immodest thereby ("the discovery that was made will prove to be the greatest..."); moreover, the passive voice usually requires more words ("the work that was done showed...") than the far more eloquent direct statement ("I showed that"). – Stephen Jay Gould in the introduction to Henri Poincaré's "The Value of Science"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gould goes on to essentially say that if you write your research for the science community, it will only be read by the science community. He gives the example of Darwin's "On the Origin of Species," which was written to the level of the intelligent layperson. Evolution is arguably one of the most important revelations of humankind, and he chose to present it in a manner that was accessible to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree wholeheartedly. It does no damage to introduce language into science writing that is both descriptive and artistic. Sure, statements like, "We discovered such and such and it was totally AWESOME!!" have little meaning, and are definitely to be avoided. But the more accessible something is, the better chance it has of being understood by the general public, which always benefits from increased knowledge and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it is the purpose of science to reveal the secrets of nature to us, and it is the right of every person to have access to these revelations. The audience for these ideas is ultimately humanity itself, which has little patience for crappy writing, and rightly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit C is not so much a quote but a general example: Scientific American. This magazine is rigorously scientific, and is directed at both the scientific community and the layperson. As such, they take the editorial stance that the passive voice is to be avoided, and authors of articles in the paper explaining their research are to credit themselves with a personal pronoun. You never see writing such as, "it was discovered by the researchers..." when an author is talking about a research team that he/she was part of. Instead, the much more effective, "we discovered" is used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to being simpler, it also gives weight to the credibility of the researcher. Instead of distancing herself from the research that she has spent so much time on, the researcher gets to take credit, and the reader is assured that this article is written by someone who has participated in active research on the subject, so should know their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, scientific knowledge is the property of humanity, and as such should be presented in a manner that is broadly accessible to everyone without "dumbing down" the subject matter. People need to be invigorated and awestruck by the wonder of science, not bored silly by it; to do so is a disservice both to your audience and to the absolute magnificence of science itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3304963777343188550?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3304963777343188550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3304963777343188550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3304963777343188550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3304963777343188550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/flowerly-language.html' title='Flowerly Language'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4065653217501873684</id><published>2007-11-19T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:32:11.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Brest</title><content type='html'>Rode the Motobecane to Brest this weekend, and didn't get lost on the way! It was m-fin' cold, though, but I'm pretty used to biking in the cold. No frostbite or anything, just some numb feet and a blurry spot in the vision of my left eye for part of the day (my eyeballs got really, really cold, and that happens sometimes when they're cold for a long time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brest was nice and chill. Emma and I just kinda walked around on Saturday, and then made guacamole to take to a soirée with some other assistants. It was a good time, and it was nice to meet some new people and get out of Morlaix a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pretty lazy. I got up at 9am and worked on some of my UT articles, and Emma got up at 10 and we had breakfast. Then we proceeded to just lie around and do absolutely nothing until like 1pm. We went and saw "American Gangster" in ENGLISH, and it was wonderful. The film is spectacular, and you should go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained all day Sunday, so I rode my bike to the train station and got a rooster tail on my jeans. Ah, well, that is the life of the cyclist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: there's a strike!! I know I don't have my afternoon class, but am suspicious that my morning class teacher actually wants to come to work, so I might have to work one hour tomorrow. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4065653217501873684?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4065653217501873684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4065653217501873684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4065653217501873684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4065653217501873684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-from-brest.html' title='Back from Brest'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-445427885179481951</id><published>2007-11-16T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T04:40:31.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmology At Home</title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://cosmologyathome.org/"&gt;Cosmology at Home&lt;/a&gt;. Remember how SETI set up this neat program that was your screensaver, but while it was displaying neat little graphs and junk it was calculating  information important to SETI's mission? This is like that, only without the screensaver and much, much cooler. You download the program, sign up for projects that interest you and while you are surfing away on the internet or downloading porn or whatever it is that you do with your computer, it uses your compy to run programs that calculate stuff for protein folding databases and climate analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you can say, "Look at me! I'm doing astronomy without even trying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am riding my bicycle to Brest tomorrow for the weekend. Cross your fingers that I don't get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Correction: The program for Cosmology at Home, BOINC, will run while your computer is not connected to the internet, so this is cool. Also, there is a screensaver feature, but I'm not sure how it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-445427885179481951?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/445427885179481951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=445427885179481951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/445427885179481951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/445427885179481951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/cosmology-at-home.html' title='Cosmology At Home'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8789879941384206595</id><published>2007-11-16T02:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:12:18.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooped X 2</title><content type='html'>So, I've been working diligently on a couple of stories for UT. One, about antimatter explosions that power supernovae, took me a while because I was waiting for the researchers to get back to me, and then when they did get back I had more questions for them. If you had googled "pulsational pair instability" before yesterday, you would have gotten almost nothing but the research paper itself, and a couple of links to the homepages of the researchers. This is not to say the research is completely obscure, or this is no interest, just that the most prominent sources were the pages of the original source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finished up my story at school, and went home last night to cook dinner and finish some final editing on it. And then I listened to one of my favorite podcasts, Scientific American's "60-Second Science". What where they talking about? &lt;a href="http://www.sciam.com/podcast/podcast.mp3?e_id=405A4E65-E7F2-99DF-30BCDF10C91B25FC&amp;ref=p_itune"&gt;Dr. Stan Woosley and his research on pulsational pair instability supernovae&lt;/a&gt;. I was both bummed out and pissed off that I got scooped on this story. Sure, there's worse people to be scooped by than Sciam, and it's kinda reassuring to know that I'm working on some of the same research that an internationally renowned science magazine is covering, but still, I would have rather had the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I found out this morning that &lt;a href="http://space.newscientist.com/article/dn12905-antique-fridge-could-keep-venus-rover-cool.html"&gt;New Scientist&lt;/a&gt; scooped me on &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/11/15/how-to-keep-a-venus-rover-cool/"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt;, though I think my coverage is more general (though their detail about the Stirling engine power source makes me envious that I didn't think of describing it that way...). Again, New Scientist is in the big leagues, but it would have been nice to beat them to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself, after this, to be entering a higher bracket of reporting than what I was doing before, which means more is at stake, and also that I'll probably be doing more articles, which is frackin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working on these the other day, looking up the Stirling engine on Wikipedia and converting Celsius to Fahrenheit for the Venus article, and I thought, "How did I get to this point? I never imagined I would be spending my evenings sifting through papers about antimatter explosions in the center of stars and the Carnot efficiency of Stirling engines." It's weird; I've always been a dork, and though I had some inkling that my dorkiness would be rewarding in some vague fashion, I never thought that it would involve getting paid to write about things that interest me. I love, love, love working for UT. It's like getting paid to go to school, only it's more fun than school and my teacher is hella cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supernova article is finished, but Fraser is still editing and such, so I'll have a link later today or tomorrow. Meanwhile, I have some more cool images for you to drink in with your eyes. The first is of the Dark Side of the Earth as seen by the Rosetta spacecraft. You can make out some of the continents by their light pollution. Cool, no? Oh, and the bright ring around the Earth is the Sun on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rz1YjG9CZfI/AAAAAAAAACY/aUp_EaP25Lg/s1600-h/2007-1114rosetta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rz1YjG9CZfI/AAAAAAAAACY/aUp_EaP25Lg/s400/2007-1114rosetta1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356510457521650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is an image of a piece of art I bought from &lt;a href="http://www.verabee.com"&gt;Vera Brosgol&lt;/a&gt;. I've been a longtime fan of her art, for 4 or 5 years, and she has some stuff for sale on her site. Sure, I could have just downloaded the image and put it on my desktop (I did that, too), but I wanted the actual print. I like supporting starving artists on my starving science writer/teacher's salary. It's too funny, and has to do with bikes and pretty ladies, both of which I am enamored with. To top it off, the guy riding the bike is wearing "pedal pusher" pants, and has a bunch of baguettes in the basket. Also, his hair is just like mine right now, so I like to imagine that it's me pedaling the bike. I think I made that face pretty often when running Cycles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rz1YjW9CZgI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fv3ZZ9spc0M/s1600-h/bikeprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rz1YjW9CZgI/AAAAAAAAACg/Fv3ZZ9spc0M/s400/bikeprint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133356514752488962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8789879941384206595?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8789879941384206595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8789879941384206595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8789879941384206595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8789879941384206595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/scooped-x-2.html' title='Scooped X 2'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rz1YjG9CZfI/AAAAAAAAACY/aUp_EaP25Lg/s72-c/2007-1114rosetta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8844996068678459812</id><published>2007-11-14T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:58:40.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthrise from the Moon</title><content type='html'>A while back I wrote a story about the Kayuga moon probe that was launched from Japan. In the article I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Finally, the probes will turn their electromagnetic eyes towards our planet to study the plasma surrounding the Earth, and allow us to better understand how our own magnetosphere and ionosphere protect us from the deadly radiation of the solar wind. One of the neatest aspects of the Kaguya mission is its inclusion of a High Definition Television camera to send back movies of the Earth from the Moon. This means that we will be able to see the Earth-rise from the Moon's horizon!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is the picture of said Earthrise. Remember that this is an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;actual picture&lt;/span&gt;, and not some doctored up photoshop pic, or artist's rendering. All I can say is, "Fucking wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RzsLytOHSUI/AAAAAAAAACI/BR1nmyftefE/s1600-h/kaguya_earthrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RzsLytOHSUI/AAAAAAAAACI/BR1nmyftefE/s400/kaguya_earthrise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132709166078970178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another, this one with even more detail of the earth. &lt;a href="http://www.jaxa.jp/press/2007/11/20071113_kaguya_e.html"&gt;Go to JAXA&lt;/a&gt; and open up some of these in your browser full-size, and you will be absolutely blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RzsMqNOHSVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NSUP_-pNj_Q/s1600-h/20071113_kaguya_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RzsMqNOHSVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NSUP_-pNj_Q/s400/20071113_kaguya_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132710119561709906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8844996068678459812?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8844996068678459812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8844996068678459812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8844996068678459812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8844996068678459812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/earthrise-from-moon.html' title='Earthrise from the Moon'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RzsLytOHSUI/AAAAAAAAACI/BR1nmyftefE/s72-c/kaguya_earthrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-927892388531541165</id><published>2007-11-13T04:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T04:57:14.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberating Students</title><content type='html'>So, this morning has already been a bit of an adventure. I took the Gitane, which is pretty well disassembled, to my first class to give them a lesson about bike parts, tools, and useful verbs when working on machines, etc. (like take apart, install, righty tighty, lefty loosey). It was awesome, and I think they learned a bit. Also, I had three student teachers observing my class, and I hope they enjoyed it. I got all greasy, showed them what's inside a hub and bottom bracket cups, stuff they've probably never had the chance to learn in French let alone English. These are technical students, too, so learning words like screwdriver and rubber mallet and threads are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my bike back to my room and was going back to the classroom, which is by a bunch of bathrooms way at the end of the building. As I passed the bathroom door, there were some students who yelled out the window at me, "Is there someone there? Help! The toilets are blocked!!" I said, "Well, you should go to the janitor or front desk for that." Then I realized that they meant the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;door&lt;/span&gt; was blocked. They were locked inside because the handle had broken off on the interior and the door had closed on them. I let them out, looked up the word for handle and went to the desk to tell them that they should fix it because I can't spend all of my time letting students out of the bathroom. It was even more hilarious because I told them that they should go see the janitor, and they probably thought I was an idiot. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting incidents in or around bathrooms seems to be a recurring theme in my life, one that I'm hoping not to continue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-927892388531541165?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/927892388531541165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=927892388531541165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/927892388531541165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/927892388531541165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/liberating-students.html' title='Liberating Students'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-175455233366108824</id><published>2007-11-12T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:25:22.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday-Sunday</title><content type='html'>This last weekend was fantastic! Friday my students were terrible in the sense that they had just come back from vacation and forgot everything they had learned before their 10 days of freedom. Blah. So I taught for four hours, basically pulling teeth to get them to talk, then took a nice 3-hour nap in the afternoon/evening and kinda chilled for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I hopped on the Motobecane in the early morning and found an old rail trail really near my town that went past a lot of rundown train stations, which will be the subject of some of my photographs in the future. My friend Emma came in from Brest around noon, and we went to the market and then proceeded to make some of the best guacamole I have ever had for lunch. We walked around town a bit and took pictures, and went to a café to hang out with Josep, my roommate from Catalonia. That evening we played poker and 21 and drank wine and were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fantastic. Like, one of the most enjoyable days I've had in France, or ever. Emma and I got up 'round 10 so we could go to this island that is just off of the coast called the Ile de Batz. We almost missed the train (this is a popular theme in my travels, by the way...) and had to sprint the last few blocks to the station, buy the ticket on the automatic machine (while hopping and saying, "C'mon c'mon!!!") and then sprint to the train. It was close, but I like living on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train took us to Roscoff, a quaint little tourist town not far from here. We walked around a bit there, and then took a boat to the island. The Ile de Batz itself is gorgeous, with a lighthouse and a garden and the ruins of an 11th century church. While looking at the ruins of the church, which are just nestled into the side of this hill, this HUGE horse on a leash came up to try and get food from us. It was a Clydesdale, just hanging out with no owner in sight. We didn't give it any food, but I took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a picnic on this little point overlooking the ocean which at one time housed cannons that they used to fire at invading boats in the channel between the island and Roscoff, in like the 1800s. Picnic included avocado and tomato sandwiches, clementines, a bottle of cider and some chocolate cookies that we picked up at a boulangerie. It was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we walked to the lighthouse, which wasn't too spectacular once you got close to it, but it was fun to see the rest of the little island. We took the boat back to Roscoff, had a coffee because the wind coming off the ocean was getting cold. The bar we were in closed, so we went to one near the station called "Le Sailor" and played billiards and split a beer, just to pass the hour we had before our bus left somewhere inside. As it turns out, neither Emma nor I can play pool with any skill whatsoever, so the game lasted just under an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave, and in France you use public toilettes whenever you can find them because they are few and far between. There was some dude by the urinal who was, I thought, talking on his cell phone, so I went into the stall and started, you know, doing my thing. As I was peeing the guy went ballistic and started trying to open the door, kicking it very hard and yelling something I didn't understand. I had thankfully locked the door. The bar lady came over and told him to get the hell out of there and leave us alone. I don't think he was just drunk, and wasn't talking on his cell phone but rather to himself. It was intense, but we just left and he didn't bother us on our way out the door, though he did give me a pretty intense evil eye. I would hate to have to push over a drunk guy with my pinky finger in front of all of his friends and such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to my house to get Emma's stuff, and on the way back to the station we saw/almost stepped on a hedgehog!! It was just chilling in the middle of the sidewalk. Those things are cool, and I wasn't aware that they were native to this area. I'll be keeping my eye out for more, mostly so I don't step on/ride over them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-175455233366108824?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/175455233366108824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=175455233366108824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/175455233366108824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/175455233366108824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-sunday.html' title='Friday-Sunday'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-575658660024872054</id><published>2007-11-12T04:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:24:43.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Right, so they blocked blogspot in this one room that I used to use for my blog writing, and now I must do it in the Teacher's Lounge, which is fine except there are lots of distractions. I may not update as often as I have been, but the updates I do write will be longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many flaming hoops we must jump through as foreigners and students is a medical visit in Rennes to ensure that we don't have tuberculosis or are pregnant. This happened last Thursday, and it turned out to be an "adventure". First, my roommate failed to wake up on time because his alarm clock didn't go off, so we barely (by 3 minutes!) missed the train to Rennes from Morlaix. Once on the train, it stopped somewhere in the middle of a field and they announced that there would be a delay because of traffic around Rennes. It was 30 minutes at first. Then 45. Then an hour. Finally, it moved, only to stop again maybe 15 minutes later, for another 30-minute delay because of an obstruction on the tracks. This put us in Rennes at around 12:30pm, instead of 11:00am, which was just enough time to get to our appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit itself was fine. I got my chest X-rayed, and the nurse that took my height and weight and tested my vision thought to lecture me for 10 minutes about the importance of teaching safe sex to my students. I agreed that it was important, and that sexual education isn't as good as it could be in a country so sexually liberated as France, but am doubtful as to the place of this subject in my curriculum as an English assistant. "Ok, today we will be talking about syphilis. Does anyone know what that word is in French?" Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some Canadian guy who was doing his PhD in Electrical Engineering, focusing on WiFi technology. We talked about the possibility of using infrared and visible light in lieu of the current radio frequencies for this application (mostly because I read an article about that in Scientific American). It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around Rennes a bit, and since I'd already spent a few days there I showed the other two assistants there with me some of the cool things to see. Our train was supposed to leave at 5:45, but alas, upon entering the station we discovered that all of our trains were "Retard indeterminée", which means that their retardedness was as yet to be determined. They were all going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well, here's something you need to know about France if you are going to be spending more than, say, a week here: they strike a lot. And protest. And burn things. Like, A LOT. As it happens, the students of the university in Rennes were sitting on the tracks and blocking the trains for a reason that I still have yet to discover. I think it is in solidarity with the fishermen in France, who are on strike and protesting the cost of oil. Or something. To be honest, there's always strikes here in solidarity and for almost any reason, and I get confused as to which people are striking for what reason. Anyway, the cops just sat and watched the students be crazy and sit on the tracks, etc., while we waited in the station for 2.5 hours for them to finally leave an our train to finally be posted on the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I was tired of my two comrades, and wanted to sit somewhere else on the train. So, I picked a seat next to the cutest girl I could find and she struck up a conversation with me. She's a hairstylist in a town by Morlaix, and had actually been a student at my school when she was in lycée. We talked a lot about the difference  between America and France, mostly in terms of fashion. I explained to her about the cultural significance (no becoming defunct) of the barber in the United States, as per Wendell Berry's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jayber Crow &lt;/span&gt;. It was a nice way to spend a two-hour train ride. The adventure ended and we got home a few hours later than we were supposed to (10:30pm, instead of 7:30).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-575658660024872054?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/575658660024872054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=575658660024872054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/575658660024872054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/575658660024872054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7870362676083826014</id><published>2007-11-05T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:06:45.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Article on UT</title><content type='html'>And again, here's a new article I wrote about&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/10/29/tunguska-meteoroids-cousins-found/"&gt; researchers trying to track down teh cause of the Tunguska event&lt;/a&gt;, an explosion of a meteorite above stickville, Siberia in 1908. It caused the destruction pictured below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ry9ukfLKHlI/AAAAAAAAACA/-q8MHdAHQ70/s1600-h/Tunguska.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ry9ukfLKHlI/AAAAAAAAACA/-q8MHdAHQ70/s400/Tunguska.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129440073720929874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7870362676083826014?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7870362676083826014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7870362676083826014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7870362676083826014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7870362676083826014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-article-on-ut.html' title='New Article on UT'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ry9ukfLKHlI/AAAAAAAAACA/-q8MHdAHQ70/s72-c/Tunguska.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8783811340556912486</id><published>2007-11-05T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:21:04.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You had to be there...</title><content type='html'>I thought about writing a bunch about my vacation, but it's awful hard to capture stuff  like that for people who haven't been there. I'll make a Farisian list, because of its inherent economy of words.&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to Carhaix Friday-Sunday to deliver a bike to my friend there, Gabby. Stayed there for two days, rode bikes and watched some "Strangers With Candy" and "Arrested Development" and just kinda chilled. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rennes was Monday-Wednesday, with Gabby and her two friends April and Jacob. She calls her friend April "Apes", which is amusing. We drank a lot Monday, walked around a lot on Tuesday, Wednesday went to the Musée des Beaux-Arts and ate Indian food for All Hallow's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thursday-Saturday was some good ol' nostalgia time in Le Havre. Hung out with my old Prof. Responsable and watched her get smashed on Thursday night, went to some old haunts on Friday (including the Kebap where we would eat every Tuesday night: the owner, Danny, still remembered me and my order after 1.5 years), and saw my friends Béa and Jean. Received bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you ever think that it's a fun idea to take a bicycle (and an extra wheel, a floor pump, and all of your other shit for vacationing) on both the TGV and the Paris  Metro, you are a damn fool. My arms hurt, and it was not so much fun to sit in the entrance of the train for four hours to move my bike and wheels every time the train stopped so people could get out of the train. But the Motobecane is back in action (sorta, still needs some more transplant surgery from the Gitane), and I took it for a short spin tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back in Morlaix, but don't have to teach until Friday. I guess I'll try to write some astronomy articles and ride my bike until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8783811340556912486?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8783811340556912486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8783811340556912486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8783811340556912486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8783811340556912486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-had-to-be-there.html' title='You had to be there...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4391497664381791032</id><published>2007-10-28T04:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:58:25.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation already</title><content type='html'>The best part of this job is how little time I have to spend doing it. I just got done teaching for three weeks, and now I'm on vacation until next Thursday. Right now I'm back in Carhaix with my friend Gabby, and we are riding bikes and just chillin. Tomorrow we go to Rennes for three days to be crazy and see what there is to see. Then I get to go to Le Havre to see some old friend, and bring my old friend the Motobecane back to Morlaix. All in all, it should be grand. Have fun at your job or school, sucka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4391497664381791032?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4391497664381791032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4391497664381791032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4391497664381791032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4391497664381791032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/vacation-already.html' title='Vacation already'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-9105525846564755504</id><published>2007-10-24T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T04:00:06.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab Nebula Pulsar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/10/23/the-peculiar-pulsar-in-the-crab-nebula/"&gt;Fraser has posted my newest article over at UT.&lt;/a&gt; It's super-interesting, as it deals with the pulsar situated in the Crab Nebula, which is pretty and also was one of the first ever observed supernovae. First one to make a crab joke in the comments wins the prize of my simultaneous admiration and disgust. Just so you know that this isn't about parasites, here's a cool picture of the nebula:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rx8JcUvZJkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/v0kVn1cTSdc/s1600-h/250px-Crab_Nebula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rx8JcUvZJkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/v0kVn1cTSdc/s400/250px-Crab_Nebula.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124825283179390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-9105525846564755504?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/9105525846564755504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=9105525846564755504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/9105525846564755504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/9105525846564755504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/crab-nebula-pulsar.html' title='Crab Nebula Pulsar'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rx8JcUvZJkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/v0kVn1cTSdc/s72-c/250px-Crab_Nebula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-2563022258602693396</id><published>2007-10-22T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:50:17.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend in Carhaix</title><content type='html'>I was so excited about writing about bikes, that I forgot to say something 'bout the weekend. I went to Carhaix, a tiny town about 60km from here (that's like 40 miles, you American pigs). This was to just get out of town and away from some of the roommates and their associated drama, and also to hang out with some new folks. Gabby and her roommate Astrid live there, and are assistants as well. Gabby is from Kansas, and Astrid from Frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mostly just went to this little park right outside town and walked around and chatted on Saturday. Actually, we went twice. Once just me and Gabby, the second time with Astrid and their neighbors, who have two little adorable French kids. It was sweet. They fed ducks, and I played rugby with the little boy, Johann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was crazy, full of drinking and ridiculousness. This meant that Sunday was mostly a day to recover from the headache, and babysit the two little aforementioned children while their parents were out doing various things. Johann and I built a huge tower out of his blocks, and then he climbed all over me like I was a tree and we made a fort from the couch pillows and some blankets in his house. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back late last night, made some dinner and went to bed. This morning was awesome with my kids, mostly because I did tongue twisters to help with their pronunciation. Try getting someone who is French to read "Six thick thistle sticks, six thick thistles stick" very fast. You will not regret this, unless they are a very proud, angry, and large person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-2563022258602693396?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/2563022258602693396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=2563022258602693396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2563022258602693396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2563022258602693396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-in-carhaix.html' title='The Weekend in Carhaix'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7002524808093450555</id><published>2007-10-22T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:39:59.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The International Fleet Expands</title><content type='html'>My hands are all dirty under the nails right now, and there's a couple of scratches on my knucks. What does this mean? I've been working on bikes!! I bought two bikes today, one for a friend who lives in a small town and couldn't find one but wanted to, and another for myself. This necessitated a trip on the bus out to the Decathlon, who has a couple of sales every year in which they sell used bikes for really cheap. I then got to ghost-ride both of them home, though I had to walk up my big hill 'cuz it was too steep and the gears just weren't low enough to ride up it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Gabby's bike. Just a Decathlon brand women's-specific mountain frame. Nothing special, but it rolls and it was only 60 euros, a helluva deal. I already fixed most everything wrong with it, but the rear axle is bent, and I don't have the proper tools to finish that up. Maybe the auto-shop in the school where the kids have shop class will have everything, and I won't have to buy cone wrenches, but I'm not holding my breath. I suppose I could beat it up with a mallot and hope it don't break, but she's a friend of mine and I would rather not kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mine. It's a Gitane, I think the model is a "Defi" but I'm not really clear on this. I'm not, though, very interested in the frame. There's a ton of rust on the bottom bracket, especially the lugs, and the stem is frozen in place. Some damn Frenchman must have forgotten to grease it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited, however, about everything else. 105 derailleurs, Campagnolo brakes, a Sugino crank and a Mavic sealed-bearing hub/front wheel (ceramic!). All of these things interest me because I only paid 100 euros for the complete bike, and most if not all of the parts can be swapped over to my Motobecane when I finally get it back. I needed new wheels and a seat, and probably a rear derailleur anyway, so all in all I got a bargain. Even if the crank won't work, everything else should be fine and save me a few bucks in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in other words, I am happy. Happy to be taking apart hubs and lubing cables and analyzing all of the problems associated with bikes that have seen a few miles. I don't have all the tools I wanted (I debated whether or not to bring my crank puller, and thought, "Oh, when will I ever be needing to pull cranks over there."...yeah, I'm gonna have to buy/borrow one now) but it's exhilarating to be working on bikes again. I forgot how much I loved doing it since it hasn't been part of my daily life since the tour. I spent all afternoon checking out every little part and fixing everything, and now it's the evening and I don't know where the time went. Ah, well, I only teach 8 hours this week anyways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7002524808093450555?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7002524808093450555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7002524808093450555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7002524808093450555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7002524808093450555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/international-fleet-expands.html' title='The International Fleet Expands'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-2296248302528620842</id><published>2007-10-19T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:54:32.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is high school students</title><content type='html'>Oy. Sometimes, teaching is so damn rewarding. You learn a lot, and make a difference in the lives of some really cool kids. Other times, you want to beat them to death with a blunt object. Today was the latter, at least for one class. Let's just say that there are a few of them who will no longer have the privilege of lessons from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to go to another town and hang out with the only other person from the Midwest in this country. That should be fun. I think we are going to a brewery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In astro news, &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/10/17/heaviest-stellar-mass-black-hole-discovered/"&gt;they've found a really fat black hole that was created by a star.&lt;/a&gt; What a heifer. I have some stories in the queue, so check back on Monday for a link or two to those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-2296248302528620842?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/2296248302528620842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=2296248302528620842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2296248302528620842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2296248302528620842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/hell-is-high-school-students.html' title='Hell is high school students'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4419403582376919217</id><published>2007-10-16T04:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:56:09.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, all of that hard work I did clicking...</title><content type='html'>When I found out that I could help out with an astronomy research project over the internet, I was pretty damn excited. Of course, it's not just me helping out, but thousands of people around the world categorizing elliptical and spiral galaxies on a site called &lt;a href="http://www.galaxyzoo.org"&gt;Galaxy Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. It's rad: you get images of different galaxies, and classify them based on the type. The project is meant to see if there is a preponderance of elliptical or spiral galaxies in the universe, and if so, which direction most of the spiral galaxies are turning (clockwise or counter-clockwise). &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?xml=/earth/2007/10/15/scistars115.xml"&gt;As it turns out, our universe is lopsided.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They write in the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The survey has revealed that the collections of millions of stars, dust, gas and planets in galaxies prefer to rotate anticlockwise from the viewpoint of an observer on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally astronomers have believed that galaxies would spin either clockwise or anti-clockwise in equal proportion. But these observations would seem to suggest that either a mysterious force is acting on them or that the universe is in some way lopsided.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this project was an incredible success, and a model for future endeavors in large-scale classification. Also, it was incredibly fun to participate in, as I got a host of cool galaxy images to download onto my computer for my screensaver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4419403582376919217?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4419403582376919217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4419403582376919217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4419403582376919217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4419403582376919217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-all-of-that-hard-work-i-did.html' title='Finally, all of that hard work I did clicking...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8464556512765548468</id><published>2007-10-15T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:56:52.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tubes and Skepticism</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have internet at my school using my own computer! This means I can do lots of things that I couldn't before, like download stuff and talk to friends over the internet. And type on a keyboard that is not azerty, which makes me very happy. I will also be able to write more here, which hopefully will make other people happy. Or very, very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I wanted to say a quick little something about skepticism. &lt;a href="http://kathlinagold.blogspot.com/2007/09/hocus-pocus-abracadabra-now-you-see-it.html"&gt;Kathleen&lt;/a&gt; had a nice post on how it relates to faith over at her blog, so go there to read a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not have noticed, many of the links over there on the left hand side of this blog are to skeptically or scientifically related sites. This is because I believe in what skepticism has to say about the reality of this universe we live in, and should inform (but not dictate) how we come upon our conclusions of what is true and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skepticism is more than what many believe it to be. It is not about nay-saying everything, or closing your mind to possibilities that lie outside the realm of science and empiricism. No, it is none of these things. Rather, skepticism merely says that everything should have at least a modicum of evidence for it. Skeptics want proof, and in the absence of that, a reasonable explanation for why proof is absent but possibly forthcoming. That's it, really. Skeptics need to be open-minded, for if they aren't then they cannot be considered to fall under the paradigm of skepticism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientific method has given us such a fantastic way in which to learn about the world around us, and using the tools of this method to parse out what is true and false in the claims that people make on an everyday basis only helps to enrich our understanding. The verity of all suppositions about reality is not something to be taken lightly. Without it, we are lost, as separating truth from untruth is about all we gots when it comes to groping our way through the darkness that envelops the human experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much more to say on this, but am very tired from teaching 20-year olds about nuclear energy policy, and having them teach me about rugby. I'll post two links to a comic I discovered just today about skepticism, and call it an evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cectic.com/059.html"&gt;I wish unicorns really did deliver our mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cectic.com/048.html"&gt;This second one pokes fun at skeptics themselves and how their sometimes too-strict adherence to logic can get them into trouble. Or death. Mostly trouble, though.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now free to go drink some wine and eat a bunch of french fries. I am not a nutritional role mode sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8464556512765548468?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8464556512765548468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8464556512765548468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8464556512765548468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8464556512765548468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/tubes-and-skepticism.html' title='The Tubes and Skepticism'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4709447448838975496</id><published>2007-10-11T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:06:48.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes are spiritual things</title><content type='html'>I haven't been on a bike ride in like 3 weeks, and my roommate finally bought one the other day. This means, of course, that I am going to steal it every once in a while to ride until the Motobecane is back in action. Ah, the Motobecane... Here's a picture in case you have forgotten that it is the embodiment of beauty and form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rw5-Q0vZJjI/AAAAAAAAABw/0TB3LNdL2JY/s1600-h/PC140385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rw5-Q0vZJjI/AAAAAAAAABw/0TB3LNdL2JY/s400/PC140385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120168653867263538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get that in a couple of weeks. Until then it is department store bike-riding, which isn't so much fun if the bike sucks ass and drops the chain when you try to go up stairs. Ok, so they were small stairs. And, yeah, perhaps I shouldn't be taking my roommate's bike up sets of stairs, but someone had to break it in a little and stretch out the cables/rims/frame, right? I'm glad he doesn't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see a live production of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waiting for Godot&lt;/span&gt; the other night. It was difficult to understand because it was in French, and they were basically screaming and jumping around all of the time; however, it was absolutely amazing. The actors were phenomenal, and they changed a few things from the original that actually improved greatly on some of the scenes. For example, there is a part where Didi is talking to the small boy that visits them. In the original, both he and Estragon see and speak with the boy, rough him up for answers, etc. In this play, it is only Didi, and the boy rode an old 3-speed bicycle around the stage, so it was as if he was sort of ethereal and dreamlike, his voice changing places the dark of the night. I'm re-reading the play (in English, sadly), and realize how difficult the language is, so don't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the language, really, it's a roller-coaster. I talked to a friend over the phone the other night, and had a hard time understanding (being on the phone in a foreign language is always über-difficult). Then, last night I went to a talk on supernovae by a professor at the Institut d'astrophysique de Paris, and basically understood every single word that he said. This was fun, because I just started a story on work by some other researchers from the same institute, so got to get a flavor for what is coming out of there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students are still pretty fun. I've gotten to meet all of them finally, and am happy with what I'm going to be doing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another assistant is coming over to Morlaix to rock the house tomorrow night, so the weekend looks good. There's also another talk on sustainable development on Sunday, and the possibility of a jazz show. Where see if those are as interesting as learning about nuclear processes inside stars...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4709447448838975496?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4709447448838975496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4709447448838975496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4709447448838975496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4709447448838975496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/bikes-are-spiritual-things.html' title='Bikes are spiritual things'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rw5-Q0vZJjI/AAAAAAAAABw/0TB3LNdL2JY/s72-c/PC140385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5606485265306882410</id><published>2007-10-11T04:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:01:33.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Article in Universe Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/10/10/old-faithful-on-enceladus/#more-11906"&gt;Here's an article I did about the jets of Enceladus&lt;/a&gt;, one of Saturn's moons. Below is the coolest picture eva of Enceladus hovering above Saturn's rings. If you look real close you can see a faint haze on the bottom of Enceladus - that's the jets. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rw30HkvZJiI/AAAAAAAAABo/OImr3WNU_FI/s1600-h/1929_6510_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rw30HkvZJiI/AAAAAAAAABo/OImr3WNU_FI/s400/1929_6510_2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120016762348840482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5606485265306882410?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5606485265306882410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5606485265306882410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5606485265306882410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5606485265306882410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-article-in-universe-today.html' title='New Article in Universe Today'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rw30HkvZJiI/AAAAAAAAABo/OImr3WNU_FI/s72-c/1929_6510_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-2522931329519268622</id><published>2007-10-09T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:48:10.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm....biscuits and gravy</title><content type='html'>Being vegan, I rarely have the chance to enjoy the hearty succulence that is biscuits and gravy, mostly because the constituents are sausage and cream, two things that a vegan enjoys not. There is, however, and oasis of biscuits and gravy for vegans to be found at the wonderful Seward Café, located in that city of cities, Minneapolis. Here is a picture of me eating too much of said dish, courtesy of my friend Rachael B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RwvMMUvZJgI/AAAAAAAAABY/kteC8M8vI-M/s1600-h/548605bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RwvMMUvZJgI/AAAAAAAAABY/kteC8M8vI-M/s400/548605bc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119409913534686722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture of Ms. B. herself overpartaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RwvMMUvZJhI/AAAAAAAAABg/hUZ2JC8dMfE/s1600-h/35aa0d05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RwvMMUvZJhI/AAAAAAAAABg/hUZ2JC8dMfE/s400/35aa0d05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119409913534686738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may very well kill me for posting this picture of her making a horrible face. Ah well, such is the price one pays for blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-2522931329519268622?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/2522931329519268622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=2522931329519268622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2522931329519268622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/2522931329519268622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/mmmmbiscuits-and-gravy.html' title='Mmmm....biscuits and gravy'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/RwvMMUvZJgI/AAAAAAAAABY/kteC8M8vI-M/s72-c/548605bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-1111190421130192210</id><published>2007-10-06T05:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:35:38.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally in France</title><content type='html'>So, here I am again in France. This after heading to Minneapolis to spend a few days with my friend Rachel there. We rode bikes and drank PBR, and just kinda soaked in the vibe that Minneapolis gives off. I also got to have dinner with my friend from back in the Time for Peace days, Omar. We had sparkling conversation as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the airport early, and met a guy that was going to Iceland (I flew with Icelandair, so had an hour layover there). He lives there, and when I go back at the end of my time here in France, he said he would take me around Reykjavik. After a long, long flight that went through Iceland -  which is apparently populated by supermodels of both sexes - I arrived in Paris, which, alas, is only populated by Parisians. I took the train from Charles de Gaulle to another station, sat around with all of my crap for a couple of hours and then got on a train to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got to Morlaix, I'd been up for something like 30 hours and was surprised that I could still understand and speak French decently enough with the teacher that picked me up at the train station. She showed me my room, and was so kind as to have already purchased some food for me to eat the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail about every day since then, but here's a summary of what it's like in Morlaix, at Lycée Tristan Corbière: I live with two other guys, one from Louisiana, the other from Barcelona. We get along beautifully, and they are great roomates. The guy from Barcelona is teaching us a little Catalan, and we will all be sitting in on classes in Breizh, which is a Celtic language that a lot of people in Brittany speak. There also is another assistant from Nova Scotia, so we make fun of her accent and the way she says "eh" all of the time. She happens to be Lebanese as well as Canadian, so I now have the chance again to practice a little Arabic if I'm not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment is pretty rad this time 'round. Though Evan (the Louisiana guy) lives in the living room, Josep and I have our own rooms. We have a stove!! A real one with an oven!! And a whole kitchen!! All of these things are luxurious compared to my cell last time with the one hotplate. The school is a bit old and rundown, but all of the teachers are über-nice and welcoming. We've had a couple of little meet and greet lunches already, and we only start teaching on Monday. The students, as compared to last time, are a little lower in their level of English, but this is only because this is a school that specializes in technical stuff, rather than the humanities. This means I will have to speak slower and work harder, but I think I can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with last time, the paperwork is a pain in the ass. I at least already had a bank account, and just used my phone from last time, too. But all of the other stuff has been a nightmare, with a lot of different answers from different people and running around and waiting and photocopying my passport a zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The region is nice, though always wet. It's verdant, and kinda gray, but being right by the ocean will make the winter pretty warm. I'll have more to write when my head is not spinning from being sick (I think I have the flu or a cold or something...). But wanted to let all two people that read this that I am alive, and happy to be back once again in the land of plentiful wine and baguettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-1111190421130192210?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/1111190421130192210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=1111190421130192210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1111190421130192210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1111190421130192210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-in-france.html' title='Finally in France'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8744987287568849652</id><published>2007-09-21T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:30:22.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Colin Powell is a Wise Man</title><content type='html'>I've never really been a huge fan of Colin Powell, but I am often surprised and impressed by the things he says. I was really young when the first Iraq war happened, and remember him on TV a little. When he was running for president I was excited about the prospect, and would have voted for him at the time if I were old enough to do so. I always saw him as something of an honest broker in the 2nd Bush White House, up until the point where he went to the U.N. and gave them false information (of which he has said a million times since that he didn't know it was false, and that he feels part of the blame for doing what he did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, every interview of him I've ever read has impressed me. He's eloquent, moderate, and will say what he thinks without that veneer of Washington-speak that plagues those who don't even work in Washington anymore. &lt;a href="http://men.style.com/gq/features/landing?id=content_5900"&gt;He did a recent interview with GQ Magazine&lt;/a&gt; that has some thoughtful ideas about race and gays in the military, where we are today as a country, democracy, and about terrorism. Here's a few selections, but you should really read the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quote that may surprise a lot of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is the greatest threat facing us now? People will say it’s terrorism. But are there any terrorists in the world who can change the American way of life or our political system? No. Can they knock down a building? Yes. Can they kill somebody? Yes. But can they change us? No. Only we can change ourselves. So what is the great threat we are facing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would approach this differently, in almost Marshall-like terms. What are the great opportunities out there—ones that we can take advantage of? It should not be just about creating alliances to deal with a guy in a cave in Pakistan. It should be about how do we create institutions that keep the world moving down a path of wealth creation, of increasing respect for human rights, creating democratic institutions, and increasing the efficiency and power of market economies? This is perhaps the most effective way to go after terrorists&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is what he says in response to the question, "So you think we are getting too hunkered down and scared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Yes! We are taking too much counsel of our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn’t mean there isn’t a terrorist threat. There is a threat. And we should send in military forces when we have a target to deal with. We should also secure our airports, if that makes us safer. But let’s welcome every foreign student we can get our hands on. Let’s make sure that foreigners come to the Mayo Clinic here, and not the Mayo facility in Dubai or somewhere else. Let’s make sure people come to Disney World and not throw them up against the wall in Orlando simply because they have a Muslim name. Let’s also remember that this country was created by immigrants and thrives as a result of immigration, and we need a sound immigration policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s show the world a face of openness and what a democratic system can do. That’s why I want to see Guantánamo closed. It’s so harmful to what we stand for. We literally bang ourselves in the head by having that place. What are we doing this to ourselves for? Because we’re worried about the 380 guys there? Bring them here! Give them lawyers and habeas corpus. We can deal with them. We are paying a price when the rest of the world sees an America that seems to be afraid and is not the America they remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can drive up the road from here and come to a spot where there is a megachurch over here, a little Episcopal church over there, a Catholic church around the corner that’s almost cathedral-size, and between them is a huge Hindu temple. There are no police needed to guard any of this. There are not many places in the world where you would see that. Yes, there are a few dangerous nuts in Brooklyn and New Jersey who want to blow up Kennedy Airport and Fort Dix. These are dangerous criminals, and we must deal with them. But come on, this is not a threat to our survival! The only thing that can really destroy us is us. We shouldn’t do it to ourselves, and we shouldn’t use fear for political purposes—scaring people to death so they will vote for you, or scaring people to death so that we create a terror-industrial complex.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read that last line again. Maybe a third time, and think about how much the threat of terrorism dominates political discourse. This is very reminiscent of what Eisenhower warned about in his &lt;a href="http://coursesa.matrix.msu.edu/~hst306/documents/indust.html"&gt;Military-Industrial Complex speech&lt;/a&gt;, made obvious by Powell's usage of the same words. I feel similarly about Eisenhower as I do about Powell, a military leader that towards the end of his career in the public eye warned about the judicious use of our military and the threat that it can pose to the fundamental values of our nation. Both Eisenhower and Powell used their positions as lifelong military leaders to try and do good in the world, and to try and avoid war, despite the nature of their job being to successfully manage and win wars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, I think, a pretty fair representation of how America should walk in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So you think we should be a bit more on guard against arrogance when we pursue a democracy agenda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[laughs] Very good, very good. We have a tendency to lecture and perhaps not think things through. We have to be careful what we wish for. Are we happy with the democracy that Hamas gave us? There are some places that are not ready for the kind of democracy we find so attractive for ourselves. They are not culturally ready for it, they are not historically ready for it, and they don’t have the needed institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How can we restore America’s image?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should remember what that image was, back after World War II. It was the image of a generous country that sought not to impose its will on other countries or even to impose its values. But it showed the way, and it helped other countries, and it opened its doors to people—visitors and refugees and immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America could not survive without immigration. Even the undocumented immigrants are contributing to our economy. That’s the country my parents came to. That’s the image we have to portray to the rest of the world: kind, generous, a nation of nations, touched by every nation, and we touch every nation in return. That’s what people still want to believe about us. They still want to come here. We’ve lost a bit of the image, but we haven’t lost the reality yet. And we can fix the image by reflecting a welcoming attitude—and by not taking counsel of our fears and scaring ourselves to death that everybody coming in is going to blow up something. It ain’t the case.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, what he says about America being "a generous country," in the eyes of the world after WWII is reminiscent of Eisenhower when he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We now stand ten years past the midpoint of a century that has witnessed four major wars among great nations. Three of these involved our own country. Despite these holocausts America is today the strongest, the most influential and most productive nation in the world. Understandably proud of this pre-eminence, we yet realize that America's leadership and prestige depend, not merely upon our unmatched material progress, riches and military strength, but on how we use our power in the interests of world peace and human betterment.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War is stupid, and very complicated to speak about eloquently without sounding equally as stupid. I have a weird admiration for both Powell and Eisenhower in their thoughts about democracy and the military. They see the institution of the military as a tool for good in the world corruptible by greed and malevolence, and warn against its misuse.&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't see it as always a tool for good, I agree that the unchecked power of the military does not serve in the interests of democracy. We cannot go willy-nilly around the world imposing our values on those who would not have it, yet we must also stand up against injustice against human beings in other places besides the interior of our borders. This – as with almost everything in the world – is messy. The right answers and the right actions are unclear, but a fundamental prudence in how we go about the betterment of this world is not only laudable but necessary for our survival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8744987287568849652?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8744987287568849652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8744987287568849652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8744987287568849652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8744987287568849652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/colin-powell-is-wise-man.html' title='Colin Powell is a Wise Man'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-4046574115807781106</id><published>2007-09-21T07:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T11:29:59.626-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musics'/><title type='text'>Even Vegans Eat Crow</title><content type='html'>I have an admission to make: I am a jerk. More specifically, I'm a jerk because of my musical elitism when it came to a certain band. See, not so very long ago, I used to make fun of my friend Brant for his rather emo choices in music. Sure, I'd heard some of the bands that he liked and was not too happy about them. Teasing him usually involved amalgamating the names of all of the bands he listened to in one, with my favorite being, "Oh, is this Godspeed You Black Cloud Cult Mogwai Emperor?" or some such variation. It always pissed him off, and he would retort with some scandalous comment about how much ska music sucks, an utter blasphemy for which he shall certainly burn in the pits of hell and have to listen to the Voodoo Glow Skulls for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over the summer there was a certain song that played on our beloved college radio station, &lt;a href="http://www.kure.stuorg.iastate.edu/"&gt;KURE &lt;/a&gt;. It was so melodic and sweet, and had a little storyline contained within. The guitar and vocals were just wonderful. It played on their automated system a lot, and I tried to email them to figure out what it was, but with no luck. Then, a friend of mine played it on her actual live KURE show, and I called to find out the name of the band. Can you guess who it was? It was &lt;a href="http://www.cloudcult.com/"&gt;Cloud Cult&lt;/a&gt;, with their song "Transistor Radio". I was stunned, and I called Brant to grovel immediately after learning this. I considered this enough at the time, but things have become more complicated. See, I have listened to one of their CDs at least 10 times in the last 3 days, and another about 4. It's all I've listened to this week, really, over and over and over again because it is some of the best music I've listened to in a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby make this public admission of my stupidity in not giving Brant's music a chance. Otherwise, he's got swell taste in almost everything, so why I would fail to realize his excellent musical tastes is beyond me. Maybe I just needed to make fun of him for something, and this happened to be it. In any case, Brant, you are my musical god. Not a god, The God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we have prejudice, whether it be for music or for people, it can come back and bite us in the ass. I think by nature, in the sense that prejudice is an a priori judgement, it will always end up being wrong. Give everything a chance, else you find yourself publicly apologizing for being an elitist prick. And listen to Cloud Cult, 'cuz it will change your life, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-4046574115807781106?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/4046574115807781106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=4046574115807781106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4046574115807781106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/4046574115807781106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/even-vegans-eat-crow.html' title='Even Vegans Eat Crow'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-3953091239987669531</id><published>2007-09-20T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:03:43.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='International News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lebanon'/><title type='text'>Another Assassination in Lebanon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/7004354.stm"&gt;Ah, crap.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-3953091239987669531?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/3953091239987669531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=3953091239987669531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3953091239987669531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/3953091239987669531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-assassination-in-lebanon.html' title='Another Assassination in Lebanon'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-5476617912651027023</id><published>2007-09-20T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:29:25.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Moon'/><title type='text'>Japan Takes Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/09/17/japans-mission-to-the-moon-blasts-off/"&gt;Here's a link to another article I wrote on Universe Today, about the Kayuga lunar probe&lt;/a&gt; I mentioned in the previous post (sans funny diagram of the origins of the moon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-5476617912651027023?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/5476617912651027023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=5476617912651027023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5476617912651027023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/5476617912651027023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/japan-takes-off.html' title='Japan Takes Off'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-6878416234519813116</id><published>2007-09-16T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:49:40.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Walnut Neighbor and what's Big in Japan</title><content type='html'>The Cassini probe just flew by one of the coolest rocks in our solar system – Saturn's moon Iapetus – on September 10th. There are dozens of images from this flyby, which can be found at the website for &lt;a href="http://ciclops.org/index.php"&gt;Cassini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ciclops.org/index.php"&gt;'s imaging team&lt;/a&gt;. For your viewing pleasure, here is a mosaic of many of the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ru2GBzc1CMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3TV5nWcGpJk/s1600-h/iapetus_mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ru2GBzc1CMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3TV5nWcGpJk/s400/iapetus_mosaic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110888517684496578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the little ridge that encircles the planet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ru2HIjc1CNI/AAAAAAAAABE/uc1Ec_9ZzFg/s1600-h/N00091827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ru2HIjc1CNI/AAAAAAAAABE/uc1Ec_9ZzFg/s400/N00091827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110889733160241362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images of Iapetus should allow us to better understand some of its rather bizarre features, like the ridge in the middle, and the fact that half of it is pitch black while the other is snowy white, kinda like a cosmic yin-yang. Cassini has returned images from Saturn during the past few months, and another part of the mission involved a probe crash-landeding on Titan to discern the chemical makeup of that moon of Saturn. All of these astounding images can be found at the link above, and the &lt;a href="http://www.planetary.org/blog/"&gt;Planetary Society &lt;/a&gt;has been doing some good analysis and publicity for this mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other space news, the Moon is big in Japan (ar, ar) as their probe Kayuga is underway to our rocky companion. &lt;a href="http://www.isas.ac.jp/e/enterp/missions/selene/index.shtml"&gt;More on what it will be doing on the moon can be found here.&lt;/a&gt; Briefly it will be on the Moon to study its evolution and history, and provide data for future studies and usages of said satellite. Also, here is the coolest diagram I have ever seen about the possible origin of the Moon. I love the little star above the Earth's head when it gets konked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ru2Ynjc1COI/AAAAAAAAABM/nhYgrRmUX28/s1600-h/34-5-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ru2Ynjc1COI/AAAAAAAAABM/nhYgrRmUX28/s400/34-5-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110908957433858274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-6878416234519813116?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/6878416234519813116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=6878416234519813116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6878416234519813116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/6878416234519813116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-walnut-neighbor-and-whats-big-in.html' title='Our Walnut Neighbor and what&apos;s Big in Japan'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Ru2GBzc1CMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3TV5nWcGpJk/s72-c/iapetus_mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-7562483251768082740</id><published>2007-09-13T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:55:21.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bite them'/><title type='text'>Where I'll be Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here's a couple of pictures of Morlaix, where I'll be teaching in a mere few weeks. Incidentally, Morlaix is derived from "Mord les," which is from the phrase, "S'ils te mordent, mord les," which means "If they bite you, bite them." Also, it is in Finistére, which is from the latin, "Finis Terrae" which means "end of the earth". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.sisypheantask.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; finds it funny that I live in bite them, at the end of the earth. Yes, yes, this is rather humorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rum9Rjc1CHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GHfbtedX3y4/s1600-h/800px-Morlaix_Viaduc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rum9Rjc1CHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GHfbtedX3y4/s320/800px-Morlaix_Viaduc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109823361500121202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rum-XTc1CKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p9a3ofjPJOE/s1600-h/rue-morlaix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rum-XTc1CKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p9a3ofjPJOE/s320/rue-morlaix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109824559795996834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rum-tjc1CLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hqs9FiAoWUM/s1600-h/morlaix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rum-tjc1CLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hqs9FiAoWUM/s320/morlaix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109824942048086194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-7562483251768082740?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/7562483251768082740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=7562483251768082740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7562483251768082740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/7562483251768082740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-ill-be-teaching.html' title='Where I&apos;ll be Teaching'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P4gcvPF79CM/Rum9Rjc1CHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GHfbtedX3y4/s72-c/800px-Morlaix_Viaduc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-8168039316073962087</id><published>2007-09-13T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:02:08.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Stories'/><title type='text'>My first science story</title><content type='html'>I started a new internship at an awesome online astronomy news site. Really, it's the publisher being gracious enough to let me write stories about astronomy and put them up there, while holding my hand through the writing and editing process. I'll link to them each time I write one, so as not to double their presence on the 'net and also increase traffic to Fraser's wonderful site, &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/"&gt;Universe Today&lt;/a&gt;. This is my first story, on &lt;a href="http://www.universetoday.com/2007/09/12/mars-has-had-many-many-ice-ages/"&gt;the ice ages of Mars' polar ice caps.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-8168039316073962087?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/8168039316073962087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=8168039316073962087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8168039316073962087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/8168039316073962087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-science-story.html' title='My first science story'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119432127285270393.post-1337710389883366829</id><published>2007-09-13T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:21:33.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A new start'/><title type='text'>Why this is here</title><content type='html'>So, I used to have another blog in which I regaled my audience with tales of woe and adventure from my last excursion to France. Yeah, that didn't work out so well, because I kinda stopped updating it a couple of years ago. From the electronic ashes of this last blog this one arises. I'll post things about my life, and also any writing that I'm publishing elsewhere on the web. In our digital age, I figured it's time for this 20-something bum to finally have a presence on our expansive internet landscape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/119432127285270393-1337710389883366829?l=animalcules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/feeds/1337710389883366829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=119432127285270393&amp;postID=1337710389883366829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1337710389883366829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/119432127285270393/posts/default/1337710389883366829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animalcules.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-this-is-here.html' title='Why this is here'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10930095575688860988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
