Feb. 1st, 2009

kareina: (BSE garnet)
Had much fun at the dance on Friday, wound up staying till it was over, and then stuck around visiting with people for a fair bit longer. Finally made it home after midnight, and then baked a cake--it being finally cool enough to consider turning on an oven. Today was the birthday celebration for our local Baroness. The evening of our Baronial meeting not long ago I'd mentioned to her that I was going to stop on my way home from the meeting to pick up some silicon baking trays that someone was giving away on FreeCycle, but that I didn't know if I wanted all of them--the teddybear sounded a bit too cute. She commented that she'd be happy to take the bear, so when I picked up the pans and saw that yes, the teddybear pan was,in fact, too "cute" for my taste in bakeware, I decided that not only would I pass on that pan to her Excellency, but I'd also bake her a cake in it, in honour of her birthday. So I sent a quick text message to [livejournal.com profile] baronsnorri asking him what kind of cake his baroness likes He replied "chocolate mud", to which I replied "that isn't terribly period, should I bring one to her birthday picnic anyway?", to which he replied "yes please". As it turned out, I decided to do a chocolate beetroot cake instead, there being beetroot growing in our garden. It turned out yummy enough that I was willing to lick the bowl, despite the chocolate (remember that I actually dislike the taste of chocolate) while mixing the cake, though it was *much* better, if very pink, before I put he chocolate in. By the time the cake was done and [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t and I had done yoga and gotten ready to sleep, it was 03:00.

Needless to say, I slept in till 10:00, which gave me only an hour to do uni work before it was time to head to the picnic. Had a pleasant time at the picnic. After the heat of the past few days, it was nice to have a cloudy day--it even sprinkled on us a bit. Just enough rain that those of us working on sewing projects moved under a tree, but no heavy enough to make anyone else want shelter, nor enough to need to cover the food table. However, I was feeling like I should be working, so I left early, abandoning [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t and his armour bag there. He got a ride with the founding B&B over to their place for the after-revel, and stayed the night there, with plans to head to fighter practice from there in the morning. I'm to pick him up again after practice. Much more sensible than for him to have driven me home, then went back to town for the party, then home, then back for fighter practice tomorrow.

So I spent the afternoon and evening working away in peace and quiet. Can't say as I've really accomplished much though. I've been trying to finish up chapter three, which covers the southwest coast. Alas, that area has not provided very good results, and I really am out of time to try yet more calculations to improve upon them. Yet, I was tempted to try a bit more on one sample which did provide good results for the garnet cores, in hopes of getting one with a decent "path" estimate--modelling the changes in composition from core to rim. Unfortunately, weird things are happening with my attempts, and I begin to suspect that I need to just give up and report no results for that aspect. sigh. But I want it to work.

Ps my apologies for the various birthdays I've not sent greetings for the past couple of days--been trying to focus on work, rather than my friends. I don't love you any less, just really want to be done with the thesis now, and unless I do the work, that won't happen.
kareina: (BSE garnet)
Had much fun at the dance on Friday, wound up staying till it was over, and then stuck around visiting with people for a fair bit longer. Finally made it home after midnight, and then baked a cake--it being finally cool enough to consider turning on an oven. Today was the birthday celebration for our local Baroness. The evening of our Baronial meeting not long ago I'd mentioned to her that I was going to stop on my way home from the meeting to pick up some silicon baking trays that someone was giving away on FreeCycle, but that I didn't know if I wanted all of them--the teddybear sounded a bit too cute. She commented that she'd be happy to take the bear, so when I picked up the pans and saw that yes, the teddybear pan was,in fact, too "cute" for my taste in bakeware, I decided that not only would I pass on that pan to her Excellency, but I'd also bake her a cake in it, in honour of her birthday. So I sent a quick text message to [livejournal.com profile] baronsnorri asking him what kind of cake his baroness likes He replied "chocolate mud", to which I replied "that isn't terribly period, should I bring one to her birthday picnic anyway?", to which he replied "yes please". As it turned out, I decided to do a chocolate beetroot cake instead, there being beetroot growing in our garden. It turned out yummy enough that I was willing to lick the bowl, despite the chocolate (remember that I actually dislike the taste of chocolate) while mixing the cake, though it was *much* better, if very pink, before I put he chocolate in. By the time the cake was done and [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t and I had done yoga and gotten ready to sleep, it was 03:00.

Needless to say, I slept in till 10:00, which gave me only an hour to do uni work before it was time to head to the picnic. Had a pleasant time at the picnic. After the heat of the past few days, it was nice to have a cloudy day--it even sprinkled on us a bit. Just enough rain that those of us working on sewing projects moved under a tree, but no heavy enough to make anyone else want shelter, nor enough to need to cover the food table. However, I was feeling like I should be working, so I left early, abandoning [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t and his armour bag there. He got a ride with the founding B&B over to their place for the after-revel, and stayed the night there, with plans to head to fighter practice from there in the morning. I'm to pick him up again after practice. Much more sensible than for him to have driven me home, then went back to town for the party, then home, then back for fighter practice tomorrow.

So I spent the afternoon and evening working away in peace and quiet. Can't say as I've really accomplished much though. I've been trying to finish up chapter three, which covers the southwest coast. Alas, that area has not provided very good results, and I really am out of time to try yet more calculations to improve upon them. Yet, I was tempted to try a bit more on one sample which did provide good results for the garnet cores, in hopes of getting one with a decent "path" estimate--modelling the changes in composition from core to rim. Unfortunately, weird things are happening with my attempts, and I begin to suspect that I need to just give up and report no results for that aspect. sigh. But I want it to work.

Ps my apologies for the various birthdays I've not sent greetings for the past couple of days--been trying to focus on work, rather than my friends. I don't love you any less, just really want to be done with the thesis now, and unless I do the work, that won't happen.
kareina: (Default)
Some of my friends have been playing this game, and one of them tagged me. If you want to play, make up your own list. (I can't be bothered copy-pasting the original rules, can you tell ;-)

1. I move a lot. Normally every three years, give or take some. Before I was nine I’d lived in Japan (Tachikawia), Germany (Hof & Frankfurt), Crete, Michigan (Ewen—upper peninsula), Texas (San Antonio), and Alaska (Anchorage). Between nine and 18 was an anomaly—I lived in Anchorage the whole time, and most of that in one house. Since turning 18 I’ve lived in (in order): Arizona (Phoenix), Alaska (Anchorage—three different houses that time), Oregon (both Eugene and Ashland), Alaska (first Fairbanks, then Anchorage, then Kotzebue, then Anchorage), California (Mountainview followed by the Santa Cruz mountains), Tasmania (Hobart’s eastern shore), Canada (Burnaby, BC), Tasmania (Allens Rivulet, then Fern Tree, then South Hobart, and finally back to Allens Rivulet).
2. Unlike many people, I like moving. Particularly moving in. It gives me great pleasure to first clean/scrub my new home and then unpack and put away my books, kitchen toys, SCA stuff, craft stuff, and clothes (which pretty much covers everything which moves with me). It rarely takes me more than two weeks to unpack and put everything where it belongs—and if I didn’t usually need to build new bookshelves, it wouldn’t take that long.
3. I also like moving in on a smaller scale—I really enjoy setting up my pavilion at SCA camping events, and putting everything in its place so that it is all clean and presentable. I think I would have made a good nomad of the sort which travels on foot, setting up camp in a new location every night, or every few nights.
4. I have a strong preference for stating things positively whenever possible; even if the concept to be communicated is negative there are often positive ways it could be phrased.
5. Given the choice between shopping and most other activities, I would prefer to do the other activity.
6. I find it easier to save money than to spend money. I was like this even as a child, which came in handy, because sometimes mom needed to borrow money from me when things got tight. She always paid me back, with interest—she’s a good mom.
7. The first time I read the Christmas Carol I fell in love with the line “darkness was cheap, and Scrooge liked it”. I still think it is brilliant, and, I still enjoy the dark.
8. When I do need to go shopping, I prefer to go to the store, hurry in, walk straight to the item(s) I need, grab them, pay, and get back out again as quickly as possible. One of my friends insists “that’s not shopping, that’s buying”. This preference on my part explains why I’d rather do anything other than shopping, it being difficult to walk straight to the needed item when one doesn’t know A) which store (if any) carries it or B) where in the store it is located.
9. Most of the food I eat comes from the sort of store wherein one scoops the grains/flour/nuts/dried fruit/etc. into a bag so as to purchase only the amount desired. I mix my own muesli (rolled oats, rye, triticale, and barley, raw almonds, sunflower flax, pumpkin and chia seeds, raisins, dried pineapple, papaya and currants), which I eat (one cup) for breakfast every morning with a blend of half apple/pear juice half lemongrass tea. The rest of the food I eat consists of fresh fruit and vegetables, fresh eggs (when our hens are laying), and butter/cheese/yoghurt.
10. I love to bake. Fresh bread, hot out of the oven, with plenty of real butter is probably my favourite food. However, when time is short, I’m also happy with mixing 1/2 cup of flour with a bit of water (+/- salt) and either rolling it flat and baking it in a toaster oven, or squeezing it into one of those electric sandwich grillers—they will take the plain dough from raw to cooked in the time it takes to wash the bowl & spoon.
11. I see no reason to ruin a perfectly good cookie by putting it into the oven. While I do bake cakes and cookies, the reason I do is to enjoy eating the batter/dough in the process. I often use far less sugar in my cakes/cookies than traditional recipes call for because they taste better to me that way.
12. I am fanatical about clean kitchens. I strongly believe that if a person doesn’t have time to wash their dishes the second they are done eating (when it is easy to do, because the food hasn’t had time to dry yet) that they shouldn’t be wasting their time eating something that required dirtying dishes. There are plenty of “grab and go” foods available—apples, cheese, bread that has already been baked…
13. I also believe that my kitchen counters should be clean and empty and ready to use at all times. I won’t permit anything, even appliances like microwaves or toasters, to sit on the counter when not actively in use because they interfere with wiping the counter and keeping it spotless. Fortunately, it is possible to build separate shelves to hold such items where they can be used and not clutter the counter.
14. I was very, very fortunate to have attended Steller Secondary school in Anchorage, Alaska for grades 7-12. It was an “alternative” school for “self motivated” students. We were given the responsibility to take charge of our own education, and we had much of the control of running the school. A much higher percentage than “normal” of our students were gifted/talented/weird/geeky/bookworms and I fit right in. The more I hear about other people’s high school experience, the happier I am that I attended Steller.
15. I love to sew by hand. There is a peaceful relaxation which comes from putting the needle into the fabric, and a powerful joy from creating seams which are both stronger and prettier than that obtainable by machine. I am also one who fidgets, so it is nice to have a sewing project to keep my hands busy while I’m talking with people, listening to a lecture, attending a meeting, waiting in line, or whatever.
16. I love being a student. I first started school at three years of age in Japan, and have been a student for most of my life since then. The six years I took off between my Master’s and starting my PhD was long enough to convince me that I wish to remain in acidemia.
17. I first took a yoga class back in high school, and have taken the occasional yoga class since then. I always very much enjoyed it, but never remembered to practice it on my own time until Crian and I decided to get married. The day we did we started doing a little bit of yoga (+/- weight lifting) together every day. The first year we did 15 minutes a day, the second year we jumped to 20 minutes a day, and since then we’ve added one minute a day each year. We are now up to 23 minutes a day, every day. Some days we wound up doing it at 26:30 at night, but as we’d not yet gone to sleep, we still counted it as that day.
18. I have always been a polyamorous person, even though the term hadn’t been invented yet. Even as a child I never had a crush on one person, but on a list of people. I believe that jealousy is nothing more than a form of insecurity and that communication is the cure. I am just as comfortable having more than one partner at a time as I am with my partners having other partners. I like to share, and have always considered it a compliment when someone else finds attractive the people I care about.
19. I only ever have sex with people for whom I feel love. The sort of love and how strongly it is felt is negotiable, but without a form of loving connection, I’m simply not interested. There are many ways to express love for someone, while sex is one of them, so is baking them a batch of cookies, or washing their dishes. I am happy to express my love for people in the manner which is appropriate to the relationship and suits their needs. As a result, I have only had sex with a small percentage of the people for whom I feel love, and am happy that this is so. I have expressed my love by tasks like washing dishes far more often!
20. I have always been an avid reader, and an avid re-reader. As much as I enjoy reading something new, I really, really love falling into an old favourite book and letting the familiar patterns wash over my eyes and into my mind. Lately, due to time constraints, most of my reading has been either geological literature or LiveJournal/Blog posts or friend’s updates on Facebook/Myspace. But I am looking forward to finishing my degree and once again making time for fantasy/science fiction reading.
21. I love to dance. If I am at a dance, I prefer to dance every dance, non-stop, taking brakes only when there is no music playing. If I can’t find a partner, I will dance on my own. I am particularly fond of dancing at SCA events and contra dances where there is a set pattern that everyone follows. I have enjoyed the Mid-Eastern dance classes I’ve had, and in that sort of dancing love best memorizing a routine to a specific piece of music. Dance forms that require improvisation are better than not dancing, but they are a second choice. Oddly enough, I rarely think of dancing when at home, even though I’ve got a computer which could play the tunes for me.
22. I am a brutally honest person. Even though I’ve learned some diplomacy over the years and have found nicer ways to tell the truth, I still speak the truth, and am not afraid to tell you what I think. I make it a point of never saying anything about a person that I wouldn’t also say to their face. I also prefer to say positive things about people—there is something good to say about everyone. I adore “positive gossip”—tell me who’s in love, who found a new job, who has achieved a childhood dream…
23. My temper is the sort that flares up in an instant. Learning not to lash out in anger is still very much a work in progress. However, if something does trigger my temper, it is a fleeting thing—it cools back down again as quickly as it flared up, and then I forget that I was ever angry. One of my early boyfriends used to tease me when I was angry that he would “just wait five minutes and you will have forgotten that you were mad at me”, and he was right. I am more likely to get angry due to frustration when something isn’t working when I’m trying to accomplish something than I am at a person. If I am angry, I’m likely to cry. This can be very embarrassing if there are witnesses.
24. A variety of things I once said “I would never” have come to pass. I thought I’d never be a vegetarian, because I didn’t like vegetables. It turns out that I like fresh vegetables, but I’d mostly been offered the canned variety. I was offered salads, but thought I didn’t like them—it turns out that it was the dressing I have a problem with. Once I realized that my list of “ick” foods all contain wine or vinegar I was suddenly able to eat far more, by simply avoiding those two ingredients. It has been five years since I realized that my digestive tract wasn’t happy with meat, and I don’t miss eating it. I don’t *think* of myself as a vegetarian, but neither am I eating meat. I used to say that I’d never get married, because I couldn’t imagine limiting myself to one partner. Now I’m happy to have a financial partner with whom to share my life and with whom I can move to new, interesting places, but while we are married, there is no limiting, and we are still free to love whom we will.
25. When I graduated high school one of my goals for my university education was to learn to speak another language, having long since forgotten what Japanese and German I’d learned as a child. However, the timing still hasn’t worked out for that. While I have taken a variety of first-year language courses, every time I do either I wind up moving away or the teacher moves away, or something. As a result, I know how to get an A in a first year language class, but can’t speak any language other than English. Oddly enough though, my love of re-reading does come in handy. It has been 18 years since I took the first-year Norwegian class and attended the International Summer School in Oslo, but even with that huge gap since studying it, lately I’ve been reading the Norwegian copy of Anne of Green Gables I bought back then, and I find that while I can’t understand every word, I *know* the story well enough that I can understand what I’m reading well enough to know exactly where in the story I am, and, occasionally, notice where the translator left out bits.
kareina: (Default)
Some of my friends have been playing this game, and one of them tagged me. If you want to play, make up your own list. (I can't be bothered copy-pasting the original rules, can you tell ;-)

1. I move a lot. Normally every three years, give or take some. Before I was nine I’d lived in Japan (Tachikawia), Germany (Hof & Frankfurt), Crete, Michigan (Ewen—upper peninsula), Texas (San Antonio), and Alaska (Anchorage). Between nine and 18 was an anomaly—I lived in Anchorage the whole time, and most of that in one house. Since turning 18 I’ve lived in (in order): Arizona (Phoenix), Alaska (Anchorage—three different houses that time), Oregon (both Eugene and Ashland), Alaska (first Fairbanks, then Anchorage, then Kotzebue, then Anchorage), California (Mountainview followed by the Santa Cruz mountains), Tasmania (Hobart’s eastern shore), Canada (Burnaby, BC), Tasmania (Allens Rivulet, then Fern Tree, then South Hobart, and finally back to Allens Rivulet).
2. Unlike many people, I like moving. Particularly moving in. It gives me great pleasure to first clean/scrub my new home and then unpack and put away my books, kitchen toys, SCA stuff, craft stuff, and clothes (which pretty much covers everything which moves with me). It rarely takes me more than two weeks to unpack and put everything where it belongs—and if I didn’t usually need to build new bookshelves, it wouldn’t take that long.
3. I also like moving in on a smaller scale—I really enjoy setting up my pavilion at SCA camping events, and putting everything in its place so that it is all clean and presentable. I think I would have made a good nomad of the sort which travels on foot, setting up camp in a new location every night, or every few nights.
4. I have a strong preference for stating things positively whenever possible; even if the concept to be communicated is negative there are often positive ways it could be phrased.
5. Given the choice between shopping and most other activities, I would prefer to do the other activity.
6. I find it easier to save money than to spend money. I was like this even as a child, which came in handy, because sometimes mom needed to borrow money from me when things got tight. She always paid me back, with interest—she’s a good mom.
7. The first time I read the Christmas Carol I fell in love with the line “darkness was cheap, and Scrooge liked it”. I still think it is brilliant, and, I still enjoy the dark.
8. When I do need to go shopping, I prefer to go to the store, hurry in, walk straight to the item(s) I need, grab them, pay, and get back out again as quickly as possible. One of my friends insists “that’s not shopping, that’s buying”. This preference on my part explains why I’d rather do anything other than shopping, it being difficult to walk straight to the needed item when one doesn’t know A) which store (if any) carries it or B) where in the store it is located.
9. Most of the food I eat comes from the sort of store wherein one scoops the grains/flour/nuts/dried fruit/etc. into a bag so as to purchase only the amount desired. I mix my own muesli (rolled oats, rye, triticale, and barley, raw almonds, sunflower flax, pumpkin and chia seeds, raisins, dried pineapple, papaya and currants), which I eat (one cup) for breakfast every morning with a blend of half apple/pear juice half lemongrass tea. The rest of the food I eat consists of fresh fruit and vegetables, fresh eggs (when our hens are laying), and butter/cheese/yoghurt.
10. I love to bake. Fresh bread, hot out of the oven, with plenty of real butter is probably my favourite food. However, when time is short, I’m also happy with mixing 1/2 cup of flour with a bit of water (+/- salt) and either rolling it flat and baking it in a toaster oven, or squeezing it into one of those electric sandwich grillers—they will take the plain dough from raw to cooked in the time it takes to wash the bowl & spoon.
11. I see no reason to ruin a perfectly good cookie by putting it into the oven. While I do bake cakes and cookies, the reason I do is to enjoy eating the batter/dough in the process. I often use far less sugar in my cakes/cookies than traditional recipes call for because they taste better to me that way.
12. I am fanatical about clean kitchens. I strongly believe that if a person doesn’t have time to wash their dishes the second they are done eating (when it is easy to do, because the food hasn’t had time to dry yet) that they shouldn’t be wasting their time eating something that required dirtying dishes. There are plenty of “grab and go” foods available—apples, cheese, bread that has already been baked…
13. I also believe that my kitchen counters should be clean and empty and ready to use at all times. I won’t permit anything, even appliances like microwaves or toasters, to sit on the counter when not actively in use because they interfere with wiping the counter and keeping it spotless. Fortunately, it is possible to build separate shelves to hold such items where they can be used and not clutter the counter.
14. I was very, very fortunate to have attended Steller Secondary school in Anchorage, Alaska for grades 7-12. It was an “alternative” school for “self motivated” students. We were given the responsibility to take charge of our own education, and we had much of the control of running the school. A much higher percentage than “normal” of our students were gifted/talented/weird/geeky/bookworms and I fit right in. The more I hear about other people’s high school experience, the happier I am that I attended Steller.
15. I love to sew by hand. There is a peaceful relaxation which comes from putting the needle into the fabric, and a powerful joy from creating seams which are both stronger and prettier than that obtainable by machine. I am also one who fidgets, so it is nice to have a sewing project to keep my hands busy while I’m talking with people, listening to a lecture, attending a meeting, waiting in line, or whatever.
16. I love being a student. I first started school at three years of age in Japan, and have been a student for most of my life since then. The six years I took off between my Master’s and starting my PhD was long enough to convince me that I wish to remain in acidemia.
17. I first took a yoga class back in high school, and have taken the occasional yoga class since then. I always very much enjoyed it, but never remembered to practice it on my own time until Crian and I decided to get married. The day we did we started doing a little bit of yoga (+/- weight lifting) together every day. The first year we did 15 minutes a day, the second year we jumped to 20 minutes a day, and since then we’ve added one minute a day each year. We are now up to 23 minutes a day, every day. Some days we wound up doing it at 26:30 at night, but as we’d not yet gone to sleep, we still counted it as that day.
18. I have always been a polyamorous person, even though the term hadn’t been invented yet. Even as a child I never had a crush on one person, but on a list of people. I believe that jealousy is nothing more than a form of insecurity and that communication is the cure. I am just as comfortable having more than one partner at a time as I am with my partners having other partners. I like to share, and have always considered it a compliment when someone else finds attractive the people I care about.
19. I only ever have sex with people for whom I feel love. The sort of love and how strongly it is felt is negotiable, but without a form of loving connection, I’m simply not interested. There are many ways to express love for someone, while sex is one of them, so is baking them a batch of cookies, or washing their dishes. I am happy to express my love for people in the manner which is appropriate to the relationship and suits their needs. As a result, I have only had sex with a small percentage of the people for whom I feel love, and am happy that this is so. I have expressed my love by tasks like washing dishes far more often!
20. I have always been an avid reader, and an avid re-reader. As much as I enjoy reading something new, I really, really love falling into an old favourite book and letting the familiar patterns wash over my eyes and into my mind. Lately, due to time constraints, most of my reading has been either geological literature or LiveJournal/Blog posts or friend’s updates on Facebook/Myspace. But I am looking forward to finishing my degree and once again making time for fantasy/science fiction reading.
21. I love to dance. If I am at a dance, I prefer to dance every dance, non-stop, taking brakes only when there is no music playing. If I can’t find a partner, I will dance on my own. I am particularly fond of dancing at SCA events and contra dances where there is a set pattern that everyone follows. I have enjoyed the Mid-Eastern dance classes I’ve had, and in that sort of dancing love best memorizing a routine to a specific piece of music. Dance forms that require improvisation are better than not dancing, but they are a second choice. Oddly enough, I rarely think of dancing when at home, even though I’ve got a computer which could play the tunes for me.
22. I am a brutally honest person. Even though I’ve learned some diplomacy over the years and have found nicer ways to tell the truth, I still speak the truth, and am not afraid to tell you what I think. I make it a point of never saying anything about a person that I wouldn’t also say to their face. I also prefer to say positive things about people—there is something good to say about everyone. I adore “positive gossip”—tell me who’s in love, who found a new job, who has achieved a childhood dream…
23. My temper is the sort that flares up in an instant. Learning not to lash out in anger is still very much a work in progress. However, if something does trigger my temper, it is a fleeting thing—it cools back down again as quickly as it flared up, and then I forget that I was ever angry. One of my early boyfriends used to tease me when I was angry that he would “just wait five minutes and you will have forgotten that you were mad at me”, and he was right. I am more likely to get angry due to frustration when something isn’t working when I’m trying to accomplish something than I am at a person. If I am angry, I’m likely to cry. This can be very embarrassing if there are witnesses.
24. A variety of things I once said “I would never” have come to pass. I thought I’d never be a vegetarian, because I didn’t like vegetables. It turns out that I like fresh vegetables, but I’d mostly been offered the canned variety. I was offered salads, but thought I didn’t like them—it turns out that it was the dressing I have a problem with. Once I realized that my list of “ick” foods all contain wine or vinegar I was suddenly able to eat far more, by simply avoiding those two ingredients. It has been five years since I realized that my digestive tract wasn’t happy with meat, and I don’t miss eating it. I don’t *think* of myself as a vegetarian, but neither am I eating meat. I used to say that I’d never get married, because I couldn’t imagine limiting myself to one partner. Now I’m happy to have a financial partner with whom to share my life and with whom I can move to new, interesting places, but while we are married, there is no limiting, and we are still free to love whom we will.
25. When I graduated high school one of my goals for my university education was to learn to speak another language, having long since forgotten what Japanese and German I’d learned as a child. However, the timing still hasn’t worked out for that. While I have taken a variety of first-year language courses, every time I do either I wind up moving away or the teacher moves away, or something. As a result, I know how to get an A in a first year language class, but can’t speak any language other than English. Oddly enough though, my love of re-reading does come in handy. It has been 18 years since I took the first-year Norwegian class and attended the International Summer School in Oslo, but even with that huge gap since studying it, lately I’ve been reading the Norwegian copy of Anne of Green Gables I bought back then, and I find that while I can’t understand every word, I *know* the story well enough that I can understand what I’m reading well enough to know exactly where in the story I am, and, occasionally, notice where the translator left out bits.

arrrrgh

Feb. 1st, 2009 10:29 pm
kareina: (BSE garnet)
Bad computer, no biscuit!

Over the past hour or so, I have had to deal with my computer misbehaving. First when I added a reference to chapter three of my thesis in EndNote, then clicked the button to format the bibliography, and, for no apparent reason, the reference vanished. Tried adding it several more times, and each time it vanished. Then I realized that *all* of the references in the document had vanished. This is really weird, and has never happened before. So I restarted the computer, opened Word, created a new document, put in a bunch of references in EndNote and turned on and off the "format bibliography" feature several times, to see that it was functioning normally. Then re-opened my document (which, alas, had been saved before I'd noticed how wide-spread the damage was) and then opened an older version of the document so I could find all of the places wherein I'd cited sources, and added them all back in. This didn't take very long, there not being many places in this chapter where I'd needed to cite the literature (since this is a chapter reporting my data, it is mostly crediting the other people who collected the samples I've been studying). I was quite pleased with myself, I managed to keep calm throughout the process, and while annoyed to be spending time fixing random computer issues rather than working, I dealt with it quickly and easily. Then I returned to editing the chapter and fixing the list of figures, whcih, large chunks of this chapter having been moved to an appendix, now contains a bunch of figure captions whcih are no longer needed. In the process I noticed that the style heading for the chapter titles really needed a bit more space under it--the underlying paragraph was snuggled up too closely to look good, so I paused in my work for the few seconds it took to update the formatting for that style, and continued with my work, saving the document again. Then I went to add a caption for a new figure, and was most surprised when it was going to assign it a number of 1-3, rather than 3-3 as I expected it to. So I clicked "update fields" on the other figure numbers, and they all changed from being in the format of 3-1 to "Error! No text of specified style in document.-1". Sigh. Clearly it isn't happy with me for doing the changes to the format for chapter headings. Unfortunately, now I can't get it to work. I can turn off the chapter number part of the figure numbers, and it is fine. I tried setting bullets and numbering to "none", and then turning them back on again. Alas, now they show "chapter 1" for the first level, but don't show any of the numbers for the other levels any more. Eventually the process of trying to solve the problem triggered my temper. Unfortunately, yelling at the computer does not help. Nor does it make my throat feel good. Note to self: when losing one's temper at a machine, project from the diaphragm, it hurts less. Improved note to self: It is better to stay calm--tempers don't help.

Today I managed only five hours of uni work. I'd intended to do far more--I was happily settled in to the computer making good progress. Had just thought to myself, gee, I should call [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t and have him get a ride half way home from fighter practice with my apprentice--she has to pass uni on her way home--if I met them there when he's done I'd be away from the computer for far less time. Just then he called, saying that he'd like me to come get him soon. I told him my cunning plan, and he said no, he had too much stuff to impose upon anyone else, and I should take a break and come be sociable at fighter practice. I pointed out that I was happily working and didn't feel like I needed a break, and he pointed out that he's had to put down work (and computer games) to come get me in the past. Sigh. So I went and got him. Did enjoy a pleasant few minutes chatting with people at practice before coming home, and once we were home got his help tidying up the kitchen a bit. Total time elapsed between putting the computer down to go get him and sitting back down to it: 2.5 hours. *If* I'd have picked uni work back up then, that is all I would have lost. Alas, I've a bad habit of wanting to go "splat" for a bit to recover from arduous tasks like heading into town, so first I read a bit of e-mail and live journal whilst eating. Then I decided to write up my 25 things, even though I'd told [livejournal.com profile] corva that it might be some time before I could afford the time to do so. Once that was done and posted the family were sitting down to their evening meal, so I went and visited with them a bit before *finally* returning to work--total time elapsed between putting the computer down to go get him, and starting uni work: 5 hours, 54 minutes! No wonder I lost my temper with the computer, I was already feeling guilty for how much work I'd not done--no wonder that when it presented complications I snapped. I wonder if understanding that will help me not snap next time?

arrrrgh

Feb. 1st, 2009 10:29 pm
kareina: (BSE garnet)
Bad computer, no biscuit!

Over the past hour or so, I have had to deal with my computer misbehaving. First when I added a reference to chapter three of my thesis in EndNote, then clicked the button to format the bibliography, and, for no apparent reason, the reference vanished. Tried adding it several more times, and each time it vanished. Then I realized that *all* of the references in the document had vanished. This is really weird, and has never happened before. So I restarted the computer, opened Word, created a new document, put in a bunch of references in EndNote and turned on and off the "format bibliography" feature several times, to see that it was functioning normally. Then re-opened my document (which, alas, had been saved before I'd noticed how wide-spread the damage was) and then opened an older version of the document so I could find all of the places wherein I'd cited sources, and added them all back in. This didn't take very long, there not being many places in this chapter where I'd needed to cite the literature (since this is a chapter reporting my data, it is mostly crediting the other people who collected the samples I've been studying). I was quite pleased with myself, I managed to keep calm throughout the process, and while annoyed to be spending time fixing random computer issues rather than working, I dealt with it quickly and easily. Then I returned to editing the chapter and fixing the list of figures, whcih, large chunks of this chapter having been moved to an appendix, now contains a bunch of figure captions whcih are no longer needed. In the process I noticed that the style heading for the chapter titles really needed a bit more space under it--the underlying paragraph was snuggled up too closely to look good, so I paused in my work for the few seconds it took to update the formatting for that style, and continued with my work, saving the document again. Then I went to add a caption for a new figure, and was most surprised when it was going to assign it a number of 1-3, rather than 3-3 as I expected it to. So I clicked "update fields" on the other figure numbers, and they all changed from being in the format of 3-1 to "Error! No text of specified style in document.-1". Sigh. Clearly it isn't happy with me for doing the changes to the format for chapter headings. Unfortunately, now I can't get it to work. I can turn off the chapter number part of the figure numbers, and it is fine. I tried setting bullets and numbering to "none", and then turning them back on again. Alas, now they show "chapter 1" for the first level, but don't show any of the numbers for the other levels any more. Eventually the process of trying to solve the problem triggered my temper. Unfortunately, yelling at the computer does not help. Nor does it make my throat feel good. Note to self: when losing one's temper at a machine, project from the diaphragm, it hurts less. Improved note to self: It is better to stay calm--tempers don't help.

Today I managed only five hours of uni work. I'd intended to do far more--I was happily settled in to the computer making good progress. Had just thought to myself, gee, I should call [livejournal.com profile] clovis_t and have him get a ride half way home from fighter practice with my apprentice--she has to pass uni on her way home--if I met them there when he's done I'd be away from the computer for far less time. Just then he called, saying that he'd like me to come get him soon. I told him my cunning plan, and he said no, he had too much stuff to impose upon anyone else, and I should take a break and come be sociable at fighter practice. I pointed out that I was happily working and didn't feel like I needed a break, and he pointed out that he's had to put down work (and computer games) to come get me in the past. Sigh. So I went and got him. Did enjoy a pleasant few minutes chatting with people at practice before coming home, and once we were home got his help tidying up the kitchen a bit. Total time elapsed between putting the computer down to go get him and sitting back down to it: 2.5 hours. *If* I'd have picked uni work back up then, that is all I would have lost. Alas, I've a bad habit of wanting to go "splat" for a bit to recover from arduous tasks like heading into town, so first I read a bit of e-mail and live journal whilst eating. Then I decided to write up my 25 things, even though I'd told [livejournal.com profile] corva that it might be some time before I could afford the time to do so. Once that was done and posted the family were sitting down to their evening meal, so I went and visited with them a bit before *finally* returning to work--total time elapsed between putting the computer down to go get him, and starting uni work: 5 hours, 54 minutes! No wonder I lost my temper with the computer, I was already feeling guilty for how much work I'd not done--no wonder that when it presented complications I snapped. I wonder if understanding that will help me not snap next time?

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