So I get home from this awesome geology trip with Dr. Evelyn Mervine. I’m back at work after an all-night comatose state, feeling a little confined, so I have a wander over to visit that nice rock wall where Amanda took pictures of me last week. And I discover that some unutterable bastards have planted bushes all in front of it.
Gorgeous limestone (or dolomite) wall, now hidden behind rather boring vegetation. Gah. As if Seattle didn’t have enough greenery clogging up the geologic scenery.
Sigh.
Anyway. I’ll have a post of substance up soon regarding the adventures the Doctor and I enjoyed, complete with lots of fun pictures and so forth. I’ll also have a little something to say about the new executive director of the Secular Coalition of America, because I never did absorb my mother’s lessons about not saying anything at all if I can’t say something nice about someone. And I’m sure there will be other posts of substance coming up. But for the next day or so, there’ll probably just be a few outtake photos with a sentence or two which may or may not be coherent, as I’m still recovering from being stuffed on a plane for a total of two days for the first time in several years. I miss my bed. And my cat. And the cat has apparently missed me and is fine with the idea of hanging round in bed with her mommy, so I anticipate the next two nights will be spent lying abed with teh kitteh being magnificently lazy. Not to mention crying softly into my pillow because landscapers hate geology.
I’ll make up for some of it by linking to Evelyn’s reports on our trip.
I just have one thing to say if Evelyn ever invites you on a georney: go. No matter whether it’s New Hampshire, South Africa, or elsewhere, you’ll have a blast. She’s enormous fun. Also, you’ll be running around with the Doctor – how much more fun can you have?
Having lived in Washington for a dozen years, west Sound, I have to say that Washington does take “the evergreen state” a little to literally. Just saying
I think you’re going to find that spending time geologizing with any geoblogger is a blast- I’ve been on some field trips that could get to feel like death marches, but the thing that characterizes those is a lack of enthusiasm, and attempting to do too much in limited time. People who blog are enthusiastic about their subject, and have a pretty good sense about how to limit their expectations. As a result, I can’t think of anybody in the geoblogosphere that wouldn’t be plenty of fun in the field.
They covered it with a shrubbery? May as well have poured concrete, then. Silly humans.
You don’t understand. The landlord had to acknowledge the demand from the Knights who say “Ni” for a shrubbery. Besides, some of the rocks were chipped. As if someone had hit them with a hammer.
I would think that a shrubbery that covered up the rocks would be too expensive. The landlord should have just offered them a length of BBC rope.
Anyway, how can anyone not appreciate geology, what with the beer and puns and all.
– Reposing differently on Mars