Exceeding My Wildest Expectations

I wish the title could apply to my approaching term papers, but I can't say that for sure yet. What I am refering to are my very first photos from Europe. I shot them in black and white, so it has taken me a long time to get around to developing them. I finally decided to get them done at Proex this afternoon, and I've just finished scanning them. What handy technology Macalester places at my disposal. I am really really exceptionally pleased with how they have turned out. I have another three rolls that are being sent out for processing (since they are not C41, they have to be done in a lab) and those should be back by early May. After that, the chronicling of my European saga will be complete! ZOMG!

(Figures 1-10: A bridge in Zurich, Switzerland; a street in Zurich; the same; a clock tower dating from the 18th century; a view of the Limmat River; Zurich looking to the south over the Zurichsee; another view of the Limmat; swans on the banks of the Limmat; an ornate façade)

(Figures 11-14: Statue of Carlos III in Puerto del Sol, Madrid; the Tio Pepe sign in the same place; outside the Museo Prado; the interior garden of the Atocha Train Station)

(Figures 15-21: The Cathedral of Granada belltower; a doorway to the Alhambra built in the Moorish style; a view of the Palace of the Nasrids from the Generalife Garden; trees and flowers in the Generalife Garden; Martha and I in the Generalife Garden; the Alcazaba Fortress; another tower of the fortress, view from within)

(Figures 22-27: Woodwork on the ceiling inside the Palace of the Nasrids; Arabic calligraphy and geometric details; the same, with a pigeon; a tower in the Palace of the Nasrids, with reflecting pool; more geometric detail; a sun-porch inside the Palace of the Nasrids)

More Maps

It's not procrastination if you're legitimately doing work for other classes. It's just shoveling the burden into a different pile. These last couple of days I've been working about 8 hours a day on my GIS project sorting data and putting it into meaningful form. So far, this has resulted in... well, two new maps. Of course, with minimal effort, these two maps (and the processes that went into producing them) will give rise to about four or five more maps. And then I can say "I'm done" for this class, and all I have to do is do a presentation at the end and hurray! one out of four finished.

Here are the maps I have so far. I won't describe them, because I want to see if they explain themselves well enough. Let me know if you have comments or questions.

Spring in Minnesota is a Marathon

It is March 26th, and in Minnesota we have finally entered the part of winter when the snow has more or less melted and the weather has warmed up to more or less stay above freezing. However, unlike other, more normal parts of the world, spring won't actually begin until about... May. It is overcast and windy and after a very warm and enjoyable Spring Break last week, winter is now getting its second wind. This always happens. Ever since I was a child, winter comes in about three parts. The first comes in late September when the jet stream comes clambering down from northern Canada and sits on the state like a fat man sitting on comically on a small dog. We wimper and groan but realize we are powerless to do anything about the situation. We put on our heavy sweaters, soon to be replaced by heavy coats, hats, gloves, boots and scarves. Anywhere from early October to mid-December, snow begins to fall and continues consistently until about... well, May. The second part is the truly bitter fridigity of January and February when we are lucky to have temperatures breach zero farenheit. Going outside becomes a mix of extreme sport and deathwish. Eyelashes freeze shut, blinding people. On sunny days, the snow becomes a polished mirror, blinding people. Icicles dangle precariously from the eaves of houses, falling when they reach critical mass, blinding people. The ice on sidewalks compounds and compacts, making mobility a trecherous affair prone to skids and slips, blinding people. Roving bands of wolves and polar bears scavange the land for scraps of food, blinding people. Blindness is commonplace. The third part is what we are currently in. The fat man has realized he has sat on a small dog, and the small dog has begun to bite him in the butt. He rouses, but under his own weight collapses again and again as he starts to rise. It is a painful procedure, especially since so many of us are blind from the second part of winter. It will probably snow once or twice before winter can officially be declared over. Of course, some of the less optimistic members of society will simply say that winter is taking a breather. Summer is winter's half-time. The coach has called a timeout, but play will resume soon. I don't think anyone in Minnesota really, truly objects to global warming. Of course, the travails of winter are paralleled by the travails of summer, when the heat, humidity and mosquitos make us all pray for winter's quick return.

The weather aside, life continues much as it always does. Half of my classes are canceled this week because the Geography faculty are in Las Vegas for their annual conference. It's nice to have my mornings off, but it hasn't helped me to resume a normal schedule post-Spring Break. My normal bedtime is still around 2:30AM. Granted this is an improvement from the 5AM bedtime I had last week, I am still not able to operate until about noon. My evening classes this week were alright - I had a midterm on Monday that went so-so. The exam - in Paradigms of Global Leadership - was in the format that we were given ten terms (like "Action", "Patience", "Power", "Nobility") that we had to define, elaborate on the definition, and give their relevance to the theme of the class. It's always hit or miss, because there is no way to study for it except by being familiar with all the concepts and having luck and bullshitting on your side. I'll see how it pans out. Last night's class was a bit of a crapshoot as well. We were informed on Sunday evening by our professor that we had, as she put it, "sixteen short, but difficult" chapters to read. 305 pages of David Harvey's graduate-level text on Postmodernity. We were all confused.

Last week, it was my Grandma Anne's 84th birthday. She and Judy came up to Minnesota, along with my Uncle John and Aunt Diana, my father's cousins Sylvia and Nina and his cousin Jim. It was a very nice, multi-day affair with lots of picture taking and eating together. Since just about everyone who reads this journal was there, I won't elaborate on the details. I enjoyed it a lot, and I am very much looking forward to going to see Grandma Anne and Judy in New Mexico in June.

I have gotten still more photos developed from my sojourn in Europe. These are from Barcelona (when I was there in October with my friend Kristina), the Lunaret Zoo in Montpellier and the Cevennes mountains north of Montpellier. Enjoy!

(Figures 1-6: The Alain Achilles Table Tennis Gym; the Stade Phillipides Tram Stop, the stop for my house; an apartment building near my house; the view from my grammar classroom in Batiment B, looking west at the Mosson District; oryxes at the zoo; my friends (L-R) Javi, Meg, Ping, Hector and Mike - we were having a picnic in the zoo)

(Figures 7-11: A view of a pasture near the Cave of the Laughing Bull; from Montaigoual looking south towards the Mediterranean; the Montaigoual Weather Recording Station with (L-R) Jesse, Jade and Renee, my friends from the University of Pennsylvania; a view to the north; looking down the mountain)




(Figures 12-18: My faithful companion, Kristina; our faithless steed, the Eurolines bus from Montpellier to Barcelona; the base of the statue of Christopher Columbus; the Placa Real; the CaixaForum Museum, built inside of an art noveau factory; another view of the same; Kristina presents the interior architecture)

(Figures 19-23: La Boqueria, the big market on the Rambla in Barcelona; soooo many fruits and vegetables and spices; the fish market; a fruit vendor; a dried fruit and nuts vendor)

(Figures 24-29: The interior courtyard of La Pedrera; I can't remember what this building is, it might be a bank; the Placa Catalunya; on the Rambla (L-R) Matt, Renee, Kristina and Jesse; the super convenient escalator up the side of the hill to the Parc Guell; Barcelona from above and out to the sea)