Fri, Apr. 16th, 2010, 01:17 am
"Once one determines to write, one no longer confronts experience directly. It becomes 'copy', recyclable in stories, articles, essays, poems. True, nothing in a skilled writer's life is wasted. But there is something mildly - and sometimes more than mildly - gruesome about collecting experience for one's work the way a certain kind of person collects grievances...[but] the pleasures of composition are like few others: certainly none that I have known. Constructing well-made sentences, in which words and thought appear to make a seamless fit, causing the small but intense light of insight to click on, can only be compared, I should imagine, to the delight of dancing faultlessly to one’s own choreography."
Does anybody still read this thing?
Tue, May. 8th, 2007, 09:37 am
Hey Boulder/Denverite Kids!
My friends Sean and Kevin are having a graduation party at their house this weekend. It's going to be huge. You should come. It also might be my last chance to see many of you, since I leave for Istanbul a week later. Again, I say, you should come, and bring your friends.When:
Saturday, May 12 @ 10:00pm
950 34th St.
(Close to 30th and Aurora, nearish to Willville.)
"Oh nightly nights of ratcheting debauchery how graduation invokes thee. A celebration lest we forget these years, to toast some form of finality. Think not, were done, just come cause this is gonna be the shit." - Sean
Sat, Feb. 17th, 2007, 01:48 pm
Valentine's Sucks So Let's Party
Hey any Boulder/Denver kids who still read this journal. My friend Joanna is having an ultra kitschy Valentine's Sucks So Let's...Party at her house tonight. There will be some beer and some heart candy and people will probably get drunk and decide to play Spin-the-Bottle, as these things tend to go.
I'll be there from 10pm or so. If I haven't seen you yet (or even if I have) and you like beer or heart candy, drop by 950 34th St. (Near 30th & Colorado.) Call for directions if you need them and don't know how to work MapQuest. Hope to see you there!
Wed, Jul. 26th, 2006, 10:10 am
First: Hi! Yes, I'm alive. And still at McMurdo, for about another month.
Second: It occurs to me that I haven't posted here in ages...and that it's possible I won't pick this journal up again for a long time, if ever.
However, I started a new blog a few months back. I know a few of you have stumbled across it already. It's mainly to keep in touch with my grandparents, and is fairly innocuous for that reason - but if you're interested in keeping up on my Antarctic adventures or any of my subsequent travels, feel free to check it out:frozenfoxtale
I'm generally not 'friending' too many people back, just because I don't have a lot of time to spend on LJ and will soon have even less, so what I do have, I mainly devote to staying in contact with my 'real life' friends and loved ones from home. Still, it'd be nice to hear from everyone and hear what you've been up to lately.
Hope you've all been having a good year. :)
Wed, Feb. 1st, 2006, 07:19 pm
Where has my dear Miss Jacqueline gone?
Well, it's official! I'm Wintering. I signed a contract last week to be the General Assistant at the Heavy Shop through the end of August.
I'm pretty excited, it's going to be a great job and an awesome experience. However, this means I probably won't be back in the States until Spring or Summer of '07 - I'm planning to put my return airfare credit toward a Round-the-World ticket and spend nine months to a year traveling once I get off the Ice. Hopefully I'll be able to see some of you in non-Boulder locales during that time. (Especially those of you that, y'know, don't live in Boulder anyway.) But I'm going to miss you all regardless and hope you'll keep in touch.
I'll be checking my e-mail semi-regularly during the Winter, since we won't be able to receive or send any paper mail once planes stop coming in. If anyone is still planning to send me anything, it'll need to be in Christchurch before February 25th in order to make it down. Address it to: Rebecca Crane - WINTEROVER
PSC 469 Box 700
APO AP 96599-1035
and they'll make a point of getting it on the last mail plane.
Thankyou thankyou thankyou to everyone who's sent cards, letters and e-mails. They totally make my day.
Hope you're all well and warm.
Here's some seals (and me with a funny look on my face):
Sun, Jan. 1st, 2006, 06:21 pm
Summer has come to McMurdo, and with it, Daisy Picking Season. Seeing as there is no species of daisy native to Antarctica's volcanic-ash-and-permafrost soil, "daisy picking" is a euphemism for trash collecting. Specifically trash that, having frozen into the ice over the past winter, now begins to surface all around town during this short period of thaw. (The bright and balmy 38 degree weather has folks out playing frisbee in t-shirts and flipflops.)
The station must look clean and shiny because summer is also the season when the sea-ice softens enough for an icebreaker to cut a channel all the way to McMurdo - established here because it's the Southernmost point in the world accessible by ship - making way for distinguished visitors in the form of Senators and other funding sources, cruise liners bearing the kind of tourists who can shell out $30,000/person, and most importantly, Vessel - the annual resupply ship which brings in the entire stock of provisions, construction materials and liquor for the following year (and takes out the previous year's tons of waste and recycling.)
On New Years Day, our freshly de-daisyfied town square aka "Derelict Junction" will also host Icestock - an outdoor music festival featuring local talent and the famed McMurdo Chili Cookoff...
( Antarctica - 'It's a Harsh Continent'Collapse )
Sun, Jan. 1st, 2006, 04:41 pm
Hey Kids, Happy New Year from way
("Never worry that the world might end today - it's already tomorrow in
Don't worry, this doesn't herald my defeated return to LiveJournal. I just wanted to wish you all well for the New Year, let you know that I miss you and hope you're having a good holiday season, and send reassurance that I haven't frozen to death or anything.
(Although I see Aug's been posting "dispatches" from me occasionally. ( Replies.Collapse )
Anyway, Antarctica's amazing, intensely beautiful and fucking strange. It's full of surreal juxtapositions and counterintuitive paradoxes that make it like bootcamp for living with cognitive dissonance... And no, I haven't seen any penguins. But I did see some seals, Antarctic starfish, and lots of skuas. (Not to mention quite a few Kiwis - in good weather, their base is about a twenty minute walk from ours.) The work itself is great - demanding, but not unpleasantly so, plus I work with really interesting people and it's so nice having a job with hours.
I live in a tiny cardboard box sized room in a dorm inhabited primarily by FNGs (first years aka "fucking new guys") called the "Mammoth Mountain Inn". My roommate is a cool girl named Lisa who's down here as a General Assistant (entry level job that involves a lot of shoveling snow), but works as a climbing instructor in the world and is mostly trying to network with the Field Safety and Training department in hopes of someday coming back as a mountain guide. I've been "not-dating" a boy named Eric for a couple of months now - he's a mechanic from Portland and he's kind of a cynical disaffected punk kid, but he makes me smile. I went to Snow School last week, which is a two day training course in snow camping and cold weather survival skills. I got to build and sleep in an igloo-type-structure and eat ridiculous amounts of chocolate.
I haven't had nearly as much time to read or write as I was anticipating, but I've been volunteering at the town library, doing some cross-country skiing, and learning to swing dance, speak Russian, and survive on significantly less sleep than I'm used to. Round-the-clock daylight wreaks havoc on your circadian rhythms, and that combined with the work hours and the weather means everyone down here is, at least to a small degree, chronically hypothermic and sleep-deprived. It's a lot of fun though. The people are great, the vistas breathtaking, there are some pretty good parties, and the Catch-22esque bureaucratic antics of the NSF/Raytheon are endlessly entertaining.
Little stress, lots of laughs, epiphanic moments of various amplitudes, and the food's not terrible
...although I miss fresh vegetables, cooking for myself, and stars. Still, I'm looking into extending my contract through the Winter.
I'll try to upload a few more pictures when I get the chance, and I'll post some excerpts from my paper journal in another entry for those who are curious about what it's like down here.
I hope you're all doing well and keeping warm, and that the upcoming year is your best one yet. I'll see you when I see you.
Frozen Foxtale, Over and Out.
...Scratch that calling you tomorrow thing ... because I'm going to Happy Camper! Two days out of town, and we get to build igloos and sleep in snow shelters etc etc. This is actually a required training for everybody whose job might ever take them outside of town. But for us poor Janitors and DAs who never have any work related reason to go somewhere that we could possibly get stranded and freeze to death, Happy Camper counts as a boondoggle - so I didn't think I was going to get to do it. But apparently I am.