elainegrey

Hi world.

My current fantasy job is that Christine becomes a historian widely recognized for her brilliance, getting nice grants that can cover an assistant: me. Then i get to go off of field trips collecting data and coming home and documenting to death all the details, and she can write her books.

It is a warm and fuzzy fantasy. Haven't figured out how the bathroom will get cleaned. Also, i can't surplant the possibility for graduate students: that wouldn't be fair.

Anyhow, it may be a route for me to understand how history is a science. Really? I keep muttering, Really? A science? Really? The more i think about data collection and analysis, the more i begin to "get it."



A friend's photo of me and another friend watching the eclipse.

I'm so happy my hair is long enough to pull back into those little pigtails. I do find myself looking at the photo and thinking, "Oh, that's what i look like." Then i find myself skimming though the Calflora collection, wondering about the props other photographers might be using in the field.

This morning, as on many, i see a brief message about where in California a particular grey wolf is roaming. The CA Department of Fish and Game makes its radio collar's daily results available via RSS with a suitably broad zone. I love the public data available these days.

I'll make it through today and then delight in the three day weekend. I'm hoping that due to the light load of meetings i can actually focus instead of being in the stunned recovery mode i've been in the last three evenings. Admittedly, last night involved a very slow commute home from which i was distracted by listening to Simon Schuma's History of Britain. He glosses over the War of the Roses, so i watched the Monarchy episode that went into more depth. The more i learn about British history, the more context i have for the Tea Party and Occupy movement.


Our plans involve a good bit of dog sitting and attending the San Jose Giants baseball game on Monday.