Friday, March 16, 2007
St. Patty's Day!
Why yes, Kiwi's generally are of Scottish, not Irish descent, but this fact is largely ignored when it comes to St. Patty's day. Any chance to drink will be taken advantage of. In the society of alcoholics I live in it doesn't matter what your nationality is- as long as some ethnic group is celebrating something, we all celebrate (by drinking Speights, of course)! What a sophisticated multinational place we are.
In other news, it seems that school has actually started. Yesterday I wrote the first draft of a critique of Singer's "The moral status of the embryo" for bioethics and I need to write a lab report for Marine Ecology and another one for Microbiology, neither of which I have really started yet, so I guess I'd best be getting a move on. Oh and get this, I was the first person to map my the Ampicillin resistance gene on transposon Tn5:lambda and where it inserted into the plasmid pBR322 when treated with a suicide vector by restriction with HindIII and SalI in my entire class and so my prof gave me a chocolate fish! At the same time I wondered how old we were, but then didn't complain. Chocolate fish are fish-shaped candies with caramel and marshmallow clearly covered with chocolate.
Oh and in Marine Ecology, we were supposed to go and collect plankton, but there was a red tide bloom in the last few days! This is horrible ecologically but also very interesting. In certain conditions the Dinoflagellates go crazy and produce neurotoxins in vast quantities and the sea actually turns red! Anyway the Marine science department needed our boats for more sampling. (Isn't it awesome that there is a Marine Ecology department here and they have boats!) I guess its not too often that your lab gets cancelled for a Red Tide! I was sad though about not being able to go and see it until my prof said that they needed help on the boats with all the sampling they're doing, so I will be going out researching next week!
Last night I went to a pot-luck and met a bunch of my friend Alex's friends friends. If you followed that then you'll get that he brought me because he only knew a few of them. The guy who's flat it was teaches Sorock- which I think is just fancy jiving- to old school music, and apparently its huge here. So a few bottles of wine later and food gone next thing I know the entire flat is cleared and he's paired us all up and is giving lessons! The most random things happen here, let me tell you.
I'm a little sad that I didn't go on either the kayak trip to Wanaka or on the tramping trip to the Fjordlands this weekend, but I have to do a somewhat "manditory" rugby thing on Sunday- when they'll decide for sure which position I'll play, and with the homework I think it'll be good to you know, maybe do it.
Alright that's the last few days in a nutshell. I hope you enjoyed. Did you know? You can comment by clicking the comment button and then writing something that is witty and PG in response to this!!
And these are random pictures are of myself! a) in a church tower in Dunedin b) with a lot of sunburn and c) out on the Otago Peninsula.
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14 comments:
Hi Rebecca,
I enjoy reading your blog - it sounds like you're having a really interesting time.
Keep on writing!
:)
Hey JOE! I didn't know you were reading this, awesome! By the way, have you ever heard of a company called CanBiocin? They're based out of Edmonton and do stuff with Lactic acid bacteria.
You look like a lobster
You look like a lobster
I'm not entirely sure I can fit witty into the PG category, or PG into the witty category, for that matter. Instead, I will leave you with a haiku:
Fleg: likes to drink booze,
She turns red without sunscreen.
Edmonton bores me.
pffff. You think you're so hot with your random jive parties and your red tide. You know what I did tonight? Rewired the vacuum cleaner, thats what. Take that. PS. Did all your melanin get confiscated by those crazy americans at LAX or something? you look fairly red.....
Chocolate fish sound awesome, if you're four years old, which I totally am.
Today I made roast potatoes because Saint Patrick wants me to and started writing my methods statement for policy research class! Despite best intentions I did not participate in the Beer Before Pants challenge, which consists of putting on your pants in the morning after a beer.
I hope your Kiwi impersonation efforts turn out well. It is probably quite a hard accent because it is semi-British-sounding but not really.
P.S. Please come back skin cancer-free, dear.
Love!
if no sunscreen, try a T shirt!
Well... what I didn't say, was that I was wearing sunscreen! This is where the hole in the Ozone Layer is. RIGHT ABOVE ME. It doesn't matter if you're reducing sun by 30X- there's too much!
p.s. who is anonymous... are you my parents?
Hi Rebecca,
Yes, I do know CanBiocin. Do you think their technology holds promise? Should I put together a consortium of investment bankers and launch a hostile takeover by way of leveraged buyout or proxy battle at the next AGM? Do you want to be the new CEO?
Heh, heh, heh... :)
It sure seems like you are having a great time over in Kiwi-land. I'd say don't do anything I wouldn't, but, well, is there anything I wouldn't do??
Marge and I were thinking of taking you up on your plaintive request for visitors...
By the way, your parents are without a doubt reading this blog, and my guess is Lindis is "anonymous"!
only anonymous 2 not the lobster comment one. And if anyone knows about T-shirts in the sun it is Joe.
Dearest sister of mine,
if you want me to check on this more and read it, i suggest you post on it. in the meantime, i shall give you a detailed description of my day. I woke up way too early, went to class, ate a sub, came home, went to safeway, bought clare flowers for her birfday, gave clare said flowers, came home, ate supper, and did calculus for 6 hours. That's probably more time than you've spent on homework the entire time you've been in nz. Not to say that you're a slacker...apparently the whole country is a giant slackfest. lots of love, and write sometime.
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