tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350892232012-01-21T11:32:29.569-08:00Stop...hammer time.Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.comBlogger1151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-5267847346600481902011-03-05T20:31:00.000-08:002011-03-05T20:31:31.966-08:00

For me, it's all about the little things. Here's a small list of things that made me really happy today. 1. New book smell. I bought some new books using a gift certificate and I have to admit that there's nothing that compares to the first time that I open to a middle page and put it up to my nose to take a deep breath. I love the way books smell. I love their heft, the way they feel so

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-14584589060306781272011-02-25T19:33:00.000-08:002011-02-25T19:53:08.971-08:00

I love food. I love food probably more than the average person. I love eating food, cooking food, shopping for food, playing with food, reading about food, all of the above! But, I am slightly perplexed regarding food. Not that food itself is the confounding element, but rather it's what I like to call the "sexification" of food in (dramatic music), food blogs. Apparently in the last ten years

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-4207376276531710132010-09-21T18:38:00.000-07:002010-09-21T19:01:32.981-07:00

It's no secret that the Giants are fighting for a spot in the playoffs and I'll admit that I'm recent to join the throngs, but I've come to the conclusion that if there's any team that a nerd like myself should be cheering for it's the Giants. Here's a few reasons why. 1. Tim Lincecum is a freaky dudeEveryone knows he has two Cy Youngs, he also has a dog named Cy, long hair, and apparently a

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-31300348032556358002010-01-06T09:43:00.000-08:002010-01-06T10:40:40.466-08:00

Over a cup of coffee, plate of crepes, and an apple this morning I was really wishing that I had the talent to take really artsy pictures of my food to post on my blog. It seems like all the other food and lifestyle blogs have really great photos of handmade food or similarly crafty items. They always have perfect mood lighting and shot in close detail so you can see the time and effort it took

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-74478975865109626852009-12-20T09:38:00.001-08:002009-12-20T09:59:02.318-08:00

Between sessions of launching myself off diving boards and logging miles on the pavement this fall I slogged my way dutifully through my first formal nutrition class. A prerequisite for nursing (and pretty much any health field) I was introduced to the finer points of medical nutrition therapy and met again the USDA recommendations for a healthy diet. It's not the first time I've heard this

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-30911638165033274782009-09-17T21:52:00.000-07:002009-09-17T22:05:27.641-07:00

It seems like every day there is something that I discover that just confuses the hell out of me. I don't know if it's because I'm more aware now of variety after spending two years in isolation, or if it's really because there is some crazy stuff out there. Really, I have no idea. But here's a short list of things that cause my brows to come together in a look of confusion. Real "crinklers" as I

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-12973761201651007182009-09-03T20:45:00.000-07:002009-09-03T20:57:54.702-07:00

I've written about running before on this blog and I'm sure that some of my other posts were much more poetic than this one is going to be. Those that came before were probably written from the pleasant perspective of just having run a race or dreaming of the time when I could fly down a road feeling totally comfortable and making it look easy. I have come to find out that running is not easy for

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-73583365251734122342009-08-30T21:54:00.000-07:002009-08-30T22:12:40.115-07:00

I know I shouldn't be doing this, but right now I am feeling an incredible wave of regret. This past spring I was rejected from every graduate program I applied to, even though I worked really hard to make myself an attractive candidate. At the time I wasn't devastated by the news, but for some reason it's stinging now more than I thought it would. I applied in science writing programs, one of

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-2677597967160716172009-08-25T15:03:00.000-07:002009-08-25T18:17:40.885-07:00

First off, I am not your textbook definition of an athlete. If you really held me down and threatened it out of me I'd call myself a runner more than anything else, but really my gait probably more resembles an awkward shuffle than anything else. But it does the trick. Growing up I wasn't particularly physically inclined, I played my fair share of softball and managed a good time out of that, but

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-49650703406633249872009-08-14T15:28:00.001-07:002009-08-14T15:33:52.334-07:00

I don't know how many times I've changed this blog, the layouts, the pictures, the tone, the themes. Bah. It's getting old. I even remember those days when I thought I had important things to say. Now I just realize that whatever I say is important pretty much only to me and at the end of the day that's an okay thing. There's a certain arrogance about blogging, about putting your thoughts out

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-51516843944335662232009-04-26T19:57:00.000-07:002009-04-26T20:03:56.417-07:00

Today was definitely a tears day. I ran a 5k this morning and it was hard. Hotter than I'm used I had a hard time through the entire thing. I've got a long way to go before October. I'm figuring to run the Kenwood footrace on the 4th of July, I haven't decided on the distance though. It depends on how I'm feeling and the training I've been able to get in. I'm hoping this month to get back into

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-62277981830507552502009-03-03T21:21:00.000-08:002009-03-03T21:26:29.032-08:00

I am leaving the island in a few weeks to start a new chapter. I'm moving to Northern California and it's going to be so good. I'm in the process of finding a place, a job, and a car. I'll be moving by the end of the month.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-60736652690424396162008-11-02T09:47:00.000-08:002008-11-02T10:09:27.552-08:00

So the month has come and gone without a single word from me. Sorry about that. Hopefully I'm not still just writing for myself on here. But I wouldn't blame you if you'd completely abandoned me, figuring that I had moved on to something better. Truth is that I was just caught up in life as I knew it. I was studying for the GREs (which are now over), on vacation, and spending time with Tim. Now

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-53965030594132422462008-09-27T14:31:00.000-07:002008-09-27T14:34:59.619-07:00

So the next few weeks are going to be insane. Here's a rundown of the schedule in relation to today. 2 weeks: Going to a wedding and really looking forward to getting off the island for a weekend and making a little trip. 3 weeks: Biology GRE. Super nervous, but have a good handle on the material and my scores are improving so much compared to where they started. Just have to read a ton more of

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-16220666245447646122008-09-09T08:34:00.000-07:002008-09-09T08:54:54.446-07:00

I wish that I could properly explain why I run. It doesn't make any sense why we would engage in such an activity. After all, it hurts, it's exhausting, and there's no real reason for anyone to run anymore. But when I really get to thinking about it why I put myself through such physical torture (appropriately enough the meditation happened during a long hill) I came to a realization. While there

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-18781017634311333422008-09-01T16:33:00.000-07:002008-09-01T16:52:21.559-07:00

I was scanning the news this morning when I noticed a story about Oprah featuring olympic athletes on her first show of the season. One woman in the story was quoted as saying that Oprah is more inspiring than Michael Phelps because she "shattered the glass ceiling for women." I disagree with this statement for a few reasons. 1. I've never really believed that there is an actual glass ceiling.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-47007321374245041982008-08-27T08:46:00.000-07:002008-08-27T08:54:47.924-07:00

Just a reminder that I am in now way ready to start a family, I've been watching a girl from Two Harbors for the last day and all I want is some time to myself. I mean, the kid is around all the time. And that's what happens when you have a kiddo. Plus she doesn't like bees. Or at least freaks out about them every time they come within six feet of her. And she wanted to talk about make up and

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-30835914696441274682008-08-18T14:51:00.000-07:002008-08-18T16:59:54.300-07:00

Every year the alumni from camp come back for a weekend of reminiscing and reveling. Included is the alumni triathalon, a collection of swim, kayak, and run stints. Around a half mile swim, half mile kayak, and 2.6 mile run of fun. Last year I didn't think I was capable of finishing, so at the time I decided that this year I was going to do it. And I did. Except there was a point in the course

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-66731387151479350782008-08-12T07:13:00.000-07:002008-08-12T07:35:20.948-07:00

Back on the road after defeating the flu and I feel pretty good this morning. Two weeks off did a world of good for my health and I'm ready to get back to work. Despite it being colder than normal last night it was still a pretty hot run this morning. I've found that I have to get out before 6 (mostly it's 5:55 but that's still pre-6!) or else I just get to hot on a run. Maybe it's a mental thing

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-58445765893109591882008-08-06T11:57:00.000-07:002008-08-06T12:11:32.167-07:00

I think I outdid myself this week.Every Tuesday we have an activity called MLV where we march down the pier and then jump off in full uniform. After frolicking in the water for a few minutes we climb up onto the temporary ez-docks and proceed to engage in dock wars. Dock wars is pretty self explanatory. If you're standing on the dock, someone is going to try to push you off. So you should push

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-11752688598672511112008-08-05T10:09:00.000-07:002008-08-05T10:21:25.253-07:00

For the last week or so I've been on forced time-off due to a horrendous cold. For some reason it decided to crawl into my sinuses and settle down for a little while. I'm on the upswing for sure, but my weekend was spent cloistered in my bed despite there being several things that needed my attention. All the extra sleep and general rest did me a world of good as the fever I was running late last

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-20402029921705456262008-07-21T21:21:00.000-07:002008-07-21T21:26:34.710-07:00

I went home this past weekend and it was amazing. I didn't realize how much good it did me until I got back on the island this afternoon. Basically during the summer the island dries out completely and is totally brown. And usually that's all I notice about it. It's hard to see the green disappear so much so that I can't wait till the heavy rains come back. But when I got home today I took

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-39813795144226424402008-06-22T12:31:00.001-07:002008-06-22T12:37:46.285-07:00

So today it's been a year since I left home. I don't really know why the one year mark is such a big deal but it seems like we celebrate that more than anything else. There were times in the past year when I thought for sure that this was the wrong decision. There were times when I wanted to pack up and go back to Oregon. But there was always that voice in the back of my head that kept saying

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-47944824589253830342008-06-07T22:54:00.000-07:002008-06-07T23:07:58.934-07:00

As the title so deftly suggests, the boat died today. And I was driving. I was just outside of the bay driving our 22 foot boston whaler, the Ghost Diver, when the engine suddenly started thunking and then died. I put in a radio call and was able to raise someone letting them know what was going on. I started the engine again but it stayed on for about 30 second before it died again. So there I

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-59135476105169599022008-05-17T15:10:00.001-07:002008-05-17T15:43:56.389-07:00

I just can't wait to get on the road again...Oh how I've been singing that song lately. For the last 10 days I've been laid up with a pretty serious case of shin splints, serious enough that I was worried a stress fracture was on board and I nearly went to Avalon for x-rays. But a solid week of nothing but office work and no running has left me feeling much better. My shins are almost back to

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-12196397982805292282008-04-23T20:13:00.000-07:002008-05-07T19:15:49.645-07:00

There were four of us bent over in the morning sun, examining the ramp joint bolted to the end of the pier. Where there should have been a plate of steel flush up against the edge, was instead a three-eights of an inch gap. A gap, that the creaking ramp told us, was only going to get bigger. The solution was to weld two struts of steel to the end of the ramp and bolt them into the stringers with

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-72892463087979315542008-03-05T23:39:00.000-08:002008-03-05T23:53:48.379-08:00

In my last post I alluded to the fact that I have a dangerous job. Dangerous in the sense that there are times when it is really unsafe for me to get into the water. I had one of those days a couple weeks back. The surge was awful, and my dive partner and I had insane troubles getting ourselves back into shore. But we're perfectly fine. There are other aspects to my job other than the chance that

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-73934493587733785072008-02-24T23:44:00.000-08:002008-02-25T00:18:51.449-08:00

There are certain mishaps that can occur in any career. Some are more dangerous or destructive than others. As a marine biologist, and more specifically, as a diver, I cannot operate in my profession without a healthy respect and sometimes fear of the power of the ocean. I have met several in my field who for inexplicable reasons lack one the above two. It seems like an obvious thing. Wouldn't

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-24624733447568507812008-02-20T00:05:00.000-08:002008-02-20T00:42:50.298-08:00

Growing up in America we're taught that our country is a "melting pot" of cultures. But unlike other countries in the world we lack a common historical culture. It's a product of our foundations and our relative youth, so where does that leave us? A lot of times if you ask people born in this country (with several generations of Americans preceding them) what their heritage is they won't say '

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-59295630605801396062008-02-17T09:16:00.000-08:002008-02-17T17:48:16.313-08:00

Ha. Sometimes you just need a good lookin' man on your blog. Today is one of those days. Okay, weeks. Fine. Months.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-30968459679960481952008-02-13T19:41:00.000-08:002008-02-13T19:49:01.905-08:00

There are few movie moments that move me the same everytime I see them. The following part of Moonstruck is one of those moments. Nicolas Cage giving the greatest speech of love. If you haven't seen the movie, go see it. "Everything seems like nothing to me now, 'cause I want you in my bed. I don't care if I burn in hell. I don't care if you burn in hell. The past and the future is a joke to me

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-18581274408506956032008-02-07T09:40:00.000-08:002008-02-07T09:46:54.945-08:00

This was posted by someone I know on the mainland. I felt it necessary to respond. "Recently, the L.A. County Board of Supervisors opted out of an aggressive deal that would have imposed strict regulations on the use of plastic shopping bags, with the possibility of an outright ban looming should specifications not be met. Though this might not seem like a large issue, consider this:L.A. County

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-26785383550999669792008-02-06T09:54:00.000-08:002008-02-06T10:01:08.256-08:00

Normally I refrain from commenting on anything political. Mostly because I was raised knowing that there are certain things you don't talk about in polite conversation. Politics being one of those things. And frankly I'm not going to pretend that I know enough to spout any kind of convictions to anyone. So there you go. With that disclaimer out of the way, after watching (partly) and reading (

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-56664423189122385702008-01-08T14:59:00.000-08:002008-01-08T15:22:09.187-08:00

http://cosmiclog.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2008/01/07/557301.aspxI don't know how many people would find this linked article to be sad, but when I read it I felt like we are slamming the door shut on an era of scientific exploration. It's becoming more and more difficult for researchers to secure the necessary funds to continue on with their work, that is unless they happen to fall under the

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-836331427698763922008-01-04T13:59:00.000-08:002008-01-04T14:00:48.684-08:00

Yes, it's another new year in our lives.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-7249017794245122482007-12-20T15:12:00.000-08:002007-12-20T15:30:42.529-08:00

Like many of my relatives of the past, I'm making the trek from far off lands to get to the green, fertile grounds of Oregon. Now I'm not going to spend the last precious minutes of battery life expounding on why I'm going home, you all know why. Currently I am sitting in the San Jose airport in the last hour of an unexpected four hour layover that has kept me grounded and from reaching my goal.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-71753119641869875262007-12-08T19:45:00.000-08:002007-12-10T10:37:12.739-08:00

One thing I'm not used to in the winter, blue skies. And not just a day here and there of clarity up above, but really truly extended periods of time where the sun is shining all day. This weekend it was reported that a rain storm would descend on the region, however, it failed to appear. Or maybe they just have funny looking rain here in LA. But it's not the lack of substantial weather that's

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-10149110990847063372007-11-27T08:55:00.000-08:002007-11-28T14:35:19.437-08:00

Now that camp is empty, really since I've been back on Saturday I haven't seen any other people. I know they're here, I just haven't seen them. The quiet is expansive at times but then there's always the constant chatter of the thoughts in your head to keep you company. It's hard to imagine that being the case on the mainland, where there's always something to keep you busy, someone else to

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-66672099690092777572007-11-23T16:52:00.000-08:002007-11-23T16:53:10.305-08:00

I'm having a good vacation. And tomorrow I will be going back to the rock. Earlier than I had wanted but sometimes things don't work out the way you want them to because you do things you shouldn't. Yay for me.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-42080504457255912872007-11-11T03:45:00.000-08:002007-11-11T03:46:23.742-08:00

I'd just like to point out the time stamp on this post. Yeah, that's right. 3.45 AM. That's in the morning. I don't know why I can't sleep tonight, or why I'm in my office writing about fish. So I'm going to go play soccer on the parade ground. By myself. Yeah. Awesome!

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-20608814563511230512007-11-06T14:25:00.000-08:002007-11-06T14:33:19.793-08:00

Maybe I left Oregon just in time? Seems like every time I turn around another one of my friends back home is either getting married or having a baby. Sometimes you stop and think where you would be in life if you made different decisions, especially when the decisions that you did make often are split second and by the gut feeling you have. I just don't know what would have happened if I'd stayed

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-82831823892303186242007-10-31T19:41:00.000-07:002007-10-31T19:49:59.726-07:00

One of the goals of the marine center is to become a fully functioning research station for visiting graduate students. However, at the moment we just do not have the facilities that are conducive to doing good research. But, we do have the potential for good facilities. Which is the main difference. I was dreaming up a plan to update and remodel our plankton lab and then I got so excited I

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-61836814355117447972007-10-21T16:15:00.000-07:002007-10-21T16:19:51.566-07:00

Just as a note, we on Catalina are safe from the fires that are plauging the mainland right now, despite there being a fire warning and no flare zone in effect at the moment. Despite that, our little island is enveloped in the smoke from the fires and it smells like the burns in the valley back in Oregon during the fall. Crazy that I would smell it down here, I didn't think it would happen. The

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-28703662236370263812007-10-07T16:54:00.000-07:002007-10-07T17:17:10.628-07:00

The first weekend in October marks a special occasion out here at the Isthmus. Every year on that chosen weekend is an event called Buccaneer Days, and while it's origins may be shrouded in mystery (oh the mystery!) it's real purpose is simple. Dress up as a pirate and drink. Simple enough. But oh the results are so so much scarier than I could have ever imagined. Ok so maybe scary is the wrong

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-52618330557768504952007-10-03T20:49:00.000-07:002007-10-03T20:54:21.686-07:00

In the wake of the rain that drenched the island two weeks ago we've had a surge in little life around camp. It sounds very boring, but grass has started to grow in the campsites and on the hills and walkways. Maybe I've been living on the island to long when newly grown grass starts to seem very exciting but considering I'm learning how life goes down here it's neat to see a surge in green

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-65058948407416837962007-09-26T21:08:00.000-07:002007-09-26T21:16:39.876-07:00

I had a realization tonight. It was a year ago that I lost something very dear to me and thus began a year of intense change. It was my last year of college and I wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen in that year. A year ago tonight all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and shut out the world. So right now, at this moment, I'm going to take stock of what's happened in the past year.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-81371119004315630092007-09-26T19:58:00.000-07:002007-09-26T20:08:28.696-07:00

Fill in the blank folks. I stepped on a cactus today. Thank goodness there were no serious injuries sustained. Just one pokey in my toe and a ton on the bottom of my flip flop that I had to pull out. Funny thing that happened the other day, we had a baby sea lion wander into camp. He appeared very malnourished and was bleating for some kind of mother. So they called me to see if we could get him

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-87207605546421791502007-09-24T16:16:00.000-07:002007-09-24T16:24:17.114-07:00

Today is the first day of classes back up in Corvallis at OSU, and I am not there. I know that I graduated, I have the degree sitting at home, but it doesn't sink in until days like today when I feel like I should be back in school, because it's what I've been doing the last 16 years of my life. Going to school in the falls and taking classes until a break in June meant freedom once again. But

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-81467398972726697372007-09-18T10:51:00.001-07:002007-09-18T10:52:39.225-07:00

Here at camp we play this little game known as 'no nose goes' or just 'nose goes' for some. It's a brilliant game and woe be to those who don't know how to play! Here are the official rules as are stated on the official website. Glorious!Basic Overview:If your friend says, "Well, someone should clean up this mess," and quickly puts his finger to his nose, you should too, as he is playing the

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-76838256419842634472007-09-13T17:58:00.000-07:002007-09-13T18:20:43.225-07:00

Well, I've passed another landmark in life. My birthday was on Monday and I've turned the big 23. Big for me because it's the moment that I've gone off of the health insurance I've had through my dad since, well, forever. But fear not! I do have medical insurance with my job which is amazing. It's nice to know that I don't have to worry about going to the hospital or doctor if I ever have the

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-5317533733778702972007-08-29T21:11:00.000-07:002007-08-29T21:26:51.302-07:00

Ok ok, so it's going to be one of THOSE posts. Yes, the introspective possibly mushy posts that we all love and secretly read most days when we're not feeling so inspired in our own lives. Yeah. There I go. The summer is winding down and fall is already screaming it's way over our bay in the form of crazy winds and a heat wave that is scorching the mainland. Or so I hear from reputable sources

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-50030153952281833912007-08-22T19:53:00.000-07:002007-08-22T20:00:22.830-07:00

This is probably a post that my mother shouldn't read. Now with that disclaimer out of the way....CATALINA IS A SCARY PLACE TO LIVE! First off, there's buffalo on this island. No joke, buffalo. They were carted out here a while back for a movie (thanks Hollywood) and managed to escape and are now running around the island. A few weeks ago we were driving to Little Harbor to pick up the High

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-9323625194866791812007-07-31T20:32:00.000-07:002007-07-31T20:43:41.721-07:00

Much has happened since my last post. Can't say that there's a most notable for each has had it's great moments. Up in the marine center we've been having some strange behavior from our animals. A lot of them have decided that now is a good time to reproduce so we've been explaining the miracle of life marine style to the scouts for the last few weeks. It's really awkward actually to have to

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-60768722433297469662007-07-11T10:28:00.003-07:002007-07-11T10:30:27.538-07:00

I get around urchins and all I want to do is to eat them. However, my staff does a good job of making sure that doesn't happen.... normally.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-37266930910820934992007-07-03T06:46:00.000-07:002007-07-03T06:55:19.249-07:00

Well, obviously I am no longer sitting in the airport, actually right now I'm sitting in my office in the marine science center, taking a break from our pre-inspection inventory. Super fun. Actually it's nice because it's helping me get a really solid idea of what we actually have in the center as opposed to being completely clueless. I've now been on the island for over a week and I must say

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-31294909281862762012007-06-24T08:27:00.000-07:002007-06-24T08:32:16.541-07:00

I'm sitting in the airport right now, looking out the big windows on a bit of a dreary morning, but for some reason I've never seen the state look more beautiful. I'm a bit of a walking dichotomy right now, I'm very excited to start this new part of my life, but I'm also very sad to have to leave home behind. I've never lived more than 2 hours away from the house I grew up in, something which has

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-15321610180320775592007-06-19T14:16:00.000-07:002007-06-19T14:18:21.796-07:00

It's only day two and I'm already tired of this packing and moving thing. Really, it's not that great. I'm still searching for the way to just have my entire apartment shipped to Catalina instead of having to clean it all out. It's getting a little depressing. I'm thinking that maybe I'll just sneak off for the afternoon and go see a movie. Except that I don't have time for that...I've been

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-46153774255604555482007-06-06T22:16:00.000-07:002007-06-06T22:24:40.647-07:00

Yesterday I went to Boiler Bay for the last time, and realized that it was my last trip to the intertidal! Trista came along for moral support and also to take some pictures of me in the field for my presentation at our symposium this week. We had a great time in the sunshine looking at tide pools and also I finally fulfilled a dream of mine. Boiler Bay is named after the boiler that washed up

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-85195753124626020042007-05-30T09:51:00.000-07:002007-05-30T10:03:01.881-07:00

Over the weekend I went down to Catalina to visit my new job and it is so amazing. Really, I'm in love with the place and I've spent a grand total of 48 hours there. Here's a picture of the visitors center as seen from the front porch of my house (yes, I get to live in a house down there). It's quite a gorgeous place. I'm going to be living there year round for the next couple of years so moving

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-25714103406612048512007-05-22T22:08:00.001-07:002007-05-23T07:48:41.134-07:00

Today was awesome! We've been covering coastal ecology the last few weeks and today we talked about dune ecology which included a trip down to the Coos Bay dune sheet to run around. The thing about the Oregon dune sheet is that it's the largest in North America and it's super sweet. But you probably already knew that. People from all over like to come to the dunes and ride ATV's and all kinds of

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-68757913179236691732007-05-22T06:34:00.000-07:002007-05-22T06:38:17.285-07:00

Remember the train of life that I said I was ready to step on to as it screamed through the station? Well my friends I'm pretty sure I jumped on and it's an insane ride! There's so much to do in the next couple of weeks...But back to class! We're in the midst of our ecology section which has been really fun so far. We're headed down to the dunes around the south coast today which makes me happy.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-40267684988596105572007-05-16T21:53:00.000-07:002007-05-16T21:55:53.686-07:00

So, for those who don't know, I got a new job which means I'm moving to Catalina Island very shortly to start working at a camp running a marine science education program. It's an insanely awesome job. More details to come...But I changed my facebook profile today to include my new job and changed my PISCO job to read March 2005- March 2007. It just feels crazy to put a cap on my time with PISCO.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-25456834360368444122007-05-08T18:01:00.000-07:002007-05-08T18:16:17.549-07:00

Ok, so last week at Boiler Bay I dropped my camera into a tidepool. A few days later I put the battery back in and tried to turn it on only to have the screen flash crazy at me and then shut off completely. So since then I've considered my camera to be a total loss. Except for today I put the battery back in and it worked! I was so excited. The viewing screen is a little bit off now (and by off I

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-53559615975906553562007-05-07T17:40:00.000-07:002007-05-07T17:43:30.728-07:00

Since I had a long weekend free from studying and homework I decided to make the trip over the river and through the woods back to the valley. I left Friday and enjoyed a great night dancing with Channa and co. I really needed to go dancing again, my feet were getting a little itchy (and not that kind of itchy) so it was great to get out and move again. I also saw Homer! Anyone who knows me knows

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-310396593345068252007-05-03T20:07:00.000-07:002007-05-03T20:10:57.427-07:00

Tomorrow we have another exam, this time the end of our fish unit. Next week we start our marine conservation and policy unit which is very exciting since Jane Lubchenco will be our teacher for that one. Many of you probably know that Jane terrifies me despite the fact that she's only as tall as I am. Jane is one of those people that command attention. And it's a little scary especially when she

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-68959408747793682942007-05-01T10:02:00.000-07:002007-05-01T10:05:58.542-07:00

Ok, this isn't quite what it seems, however we did have some mishaps today at Boiler Bay. No, I did not get attacked by a Japanese Spider Crab. This photo was taken by Gayle during our first visit to the aquarium with Sally during inverts. Either I'm really small (which is true) or this crab is FREAKIN GIGANTIC (also true). Back to Boiler Bay though. I was hoping from one rock to another after

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-60457897073353158632007-05-01T09:24:00.000-07:002007-05-01T09:25:41.803-07:00

Watching this video makes me wish I was back in the valley where I could do some decent dancing. As it is, I'm left with Robbie who only salsas. But he's good so it's ok. PS- It's Kevin and Carla in Barcelona

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-51151905895423000252007-04-30T18:40:00.000-07:002007-04-30T18:58:39.239-07:00

Often I have spoken of The Boat to my friends and family, but unless you work at PISCO, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about when I say 'The Boat'. I'm usually always talking about a specific boat, and that boat is the Elakha. It's a lovely little boat, and today our class got to do some trawling up and down the bay. Well, half of our class got to do trawling. My half on the other

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-42460337414861381802007-04-28T21:38:00.000-07:002007-04-28T21:53:49.316-07:00

I thought today that some of you, for whatever reason, won't be able to come visit me while I'm down here in Newport (I'm looking at you, Mr. Ellis!). That's a bit of a shame since if you were able to come, you'd get a full (nearly) behind the scenes tour of Hatfield Marine Science Center. So instead I thought it would be a good idea for me to give a virtual tour of sorts so that you all can see

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-24462454889322116032007-04-28T07:54:00.000-07:002007-04-28T08:26:14.026-07:00

This is a bit late in coming, but it's taken me a bit of time to process and now I think I can do it justice in the written word. In fall 2004 I started running because it helped me to focus my energy into something other than what was going on in my personal life. When I was running roads my head was so focused on putting on foot in front of the other that it didn't have time to think about

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-51019541869950388952007-04-26T20:17:00.000-07:002007-04-30T18:57:40.381-07:00

All right folks, here's some of those promised photos from our fish dissection lab. So far here's a series of photos of my friend Trista and I getting snuggly with our rockfish, whose guts we're ripping out. Yay for learning?

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-79861722967810817452007-04-26T07:48:00.000-07:002007-04-26T07:50:14.780-07:00

Just a cool thing, I was looking at the audit page for my degree and every single category is listed as "Met", meaning I've completed it for graduation. Well, everything except for the class I'm taking right now. But seriously, I never get tired of looking at that thing and smiling. It's so cool. We started our fish section and already it's way cooler than algae. At least more exciting. We went

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-50944517599031963502007-04-25T07:31:00.000-07:002007-04-25T17:08:55.924-07:00

Last Friday afternoon I set about making a batch of challah, because really it had been much to long since I'd braided bread. However, to make a long story short, the bread that I ended up making was decimated by other people in my class as well as by a grip of visiting graduate students. So at the end of Friday night I was right back where I started: with no challah. So yesterday after our algae

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-42753506482110806392007-04-24T08:16:00.000-07:002007-04-24T10:48:22.907-07:00

Just for kicks (and those of you who have never seen me in action), here's some of my favorite photos of me in the intertidal. Just remember, it's my job to run around in orange waders, knit hats, boots, and all kinds of weather while playing around at the beach. Where the land meets the sea, place of wonders. And joy and adventure, and joyness...I found a prize! Getting my study on at Strawberry

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-78561989991598022032007-04-22T22:51:00.000-07:002007-04-22T22:55:58.632-07:00

I guess in some instances algae would be exciting. I mean, who doesn't love looking at plants....ok, I don't. I admit it. As much as I love marine biology, I really don't love marine algae. It's got nothing to do with the algae. Really, it's not you, it's me. Sounds like a bad break-up. I'm up late tonight working on a poster for algae as well as studying for our final on Tuesday, and I can't

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-13980440473653315372007-04-20T12:37:00.000-07:002007-04-21T22:07:00.303-07:00

Just taking a moment to wish everyone a wonderful weekend. It's intensely gorgeous out here at the coast today and just thought I would pass on the good vibes. Now I'm late for a game of volleyball. Yay.Update: I played volleyball for awhile this afternoon before heading over to lecture. We had our last real algae lecture and thank goodness because I'm really tired of algae. I've been making

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-55251195509978765182007-04-18T12:49:00.000-07:002007-04-18T13:00:53.753-07:00

Since we had a free weekend a group of us decided to take a hike. We set off Sunday afternoon for the Drift Creek Wilderness area just east of Waldport on 34 in the coast range. We were looking for adventure, I guess, and we found a good time in the process. We hiked downhill (yeah) for about 2 miles before we found this amazing creek. We assumed it was the reputed Drift Creek. The wilderness

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-91667590538896996402007-04-17T07:08:00.000-07:002007-04-17T07:09:08.535-07:00

I found this list online. I think it's funny. Rather funny indeed.You can lead a horse to water, but Jack Bauer can make it drink.Simon Says should be renamed to Jack Bauer Says becuase if Jack Bauer says something then you better fucking do it.It would only take 1 bullet to kill 50 Cent.Upon hearing that he was played by Kiefer Sutherland, Jack Bauer killed Sutherland. Jack Bauer gets played by

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-72621791078118485272007-04-16T11:38:00.000-07:002007-04-16T11:39:50.262-07:00

Here's what I did. So I had two whole days to kill so I made this video. It's supposed to be funny. If it's not, that's ok. We started our adventures in Algae Land today.....and all I have to say is that it's going to be a long week. Guaranteed.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-40621373142100165672007-04-14T10:07:00.000-07:002007-04-14T11:32:08.813-07:00

Well I've come across quite a rare thing. Yesterday was our first round of final exams for the course, a wrap up of our two week marine invertebrate adventure. It was an intense four hour block of scheduled tests, lecture and then lab practical, but we all came out the other side relatively intact. Except now that we've all realized that we have a genuine two day weekend because we have no

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-92134733234848091112007-04-10T22:42:00.000-07:002007-04-10T22:51:13.575-07:00

We've been having quite a good time out here on the coast. Last Friday Sally took us over to the aquarium where we lived it up like real geeks identifying species and getting ourselves stuck in random tunnels. Good times. It's amazing how the little kid in all of us seems to come out at the oddest times. But then again, what's the point in growing up if it means we can't be silly?Today we went

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-31992630842305774082007-04-08T09:20:00.000-07:002007-04-08T09:27:52.357-07:00

So I've been here for a week and I've finally had a chance to rest and catch my breath a little bit. It would be useless to say that this class is intense. If you think that you've got long hard days at your classes on campus, I'd love for you to come out and hang with us for a little while. Because it is rediculous. But you know what, I'm so in love with this class. In summer 2002 I went to the

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-43585175135310328432007-04-06T16:57:00.000-07:002007-04-06T17:16:04.120-07:00

I promise that the slew of B-movie titles to my posts won't last forever, I'm just on a bit of a kick. So deal with it. This morning was the morning when we were going to venture out into the mud flats of the estuary to look for mud shrimp and see eel grass beds. Oh, and play in the mud. The morning started off as so many on the Oregon coast do, and that is foggy. But you know as they say, "If

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-87695183783071724732007-04-05T17:10:00.000-07:002007-04-05T17:22:40.227-07:00

So it was bound to happen sometime. I completely bit the dust today during our field trip to Strawberry Hill. In the past when I have fallen I was fortunate (?) enough to land on my butt which while painful didn't really do that much damage. However, today I was not so lucky. I slipped sideways and my knee cracked against the corner of a very pointy rock outcropping. Upon impact I thought I was

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-22491988940605720012007-04-02T19:37:00.000-07:002007-04-02T19:46:20.777-07:00

While the title may seem promising, I can assure you that I will not have time to do daily posts. Why is that you say? Well my dear friends it's because I'm spending the term at the Hatfied Marine Science Center. And I can say with some degree of confidence that it's going to be a very challenging and busy term, but it's going to be amazing. This morning we woke up to find a lovely sunrise coming

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-16493917937252788742007-03-15T19:15:00.000-07:002007-03-15T19:44:30.831-07:00

A friend of mine told me the other day that she is going to take a trip next spring to Cambodia, Burma, Thailand, and a few other countries in the region. She refered to her trip as "adventure travel", to which I responded that all travel is adventure travel. I don't think she entirely agreed with me. Her disagreement led me to wonder what travel really is and how do we place different value on

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-83243705674920642252007-03-05T21:33:00.000-08:002007-03-05T21:42:34.176-08:00

No, I'm not going to have a baby. Just getting that out of the way. But my boss from camp is going to have a baby! I'm going to be an Auntie Minke! Yay! To celebrate the occasion I followed the order to "start knitting" and went out to buy some yarn. As it turns out, they only sell baby yarn (which is either yarn for babies, or yarn made from babies) in these tiny little skeins. Except for one

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-62308103235917349882007-02-23T19:49:00.000-08:002007-02-23T20:01:33.623-08:00

I'm beginning to learn what my body is capable of. And it's a lot more than I gave it credit for. It's really quite a spectacular thing. When I went running tonight I didn't think I was going to make it very far and it took longer than usualy to get into a good stride but much to my surprise and delight I managed my entire loop, a little over 2 miles, running the entire time. Pretty big

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-70198170729595533502007-02-18T21:46:00.000-08:002007-02-18T21:56:59.923-08:00

I've found that it's a little harder to keep kosher than I had originally thought. Some things are easy. Eating for example. I haven't had pork/pork products since I was 16. That's almost 7 years. So making the commitment to not eat pork was not a problem. After spending a good chunk of time as a commited vegetarian I was also not to worried about saying that I was only going to eat kosher meat.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-24417252080593348312007-02-17T22:54:00.000-08:002007-02-17T22:55:38.781-08:00

I'm giving myself permission to do what's right and to be ok. It's an important thing to do. Really difficult, but sometimes you have to accept that there's things in life you can't change despite your best efforts and that you have to keep moving forward.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-45712477043622531672007-02-15T21:22:00.000-08:002007-02-15T21:23:30.167-08:00

The rain is back! I guess I'm excited because it means that we're getting the water we need, but it also means that buckets are coming from the sky. It's pretty wet around these parts these days.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-5210681569912106372007-02-14T22:22:00.000-08:002007-02-14T22:36:19.536-08:00

Ah what changes a year can bring. Last year I had a valentine. This year, not so much. Unless you want to count the entirely inappropriate flirtations with my microbiology TA, but then again that's not really a valentine. Just a good excuse to bat my eyelashes. (Although he really is fantastic and has probably the best eyes I've seen since my own)It's a bit odd to think how a year ago I was in a

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-20392112630952892992007-02-11T21:21:00.000-08:002007-02-07T19:15:11.389-08:00

I'm tired. That's about it right now.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-61107570077065213372007-02-05T21:12:00.000-08:002007-02-05T21:18:21.252-08:00

In the spirit of learning how to do for myself (bread, socks, sweaters, hats, etc) I've now learned how to make a quality little wrap skirt, the first of which is now lovingly called Gnarly Skirt. Here's some photos, sorry they're not so clear. Gnarly Skirt is based off a pattern I got from someone online and consists of eight panels sewn together with a tie back sash sewn onto the top of those.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-61625271455802047482007-01-25T22:59:00.000-08:002007-01-25T23:08:07.258-08:00

A Guide to Goo: “The goal was to play as loud as you could, as fast as you could.”For the last eight years I’ve been listening to the various recordings of the Goo Goo Dolls, a band which mostly flies under the conventional radar, but I’m sure that’s the way they like it. Last year’s release of their newest CD, Let Love In, marked 19 years since they first released an album, a longevity that is

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-67172380597818490232007-01-22T16:45:00.000-08:002007-01-22T16:47:02.727-08:00

Wow. I wrote this almost 3 years ago during my freshman year at college (which explains the room mate situation) and I just thought I would share it with you. I've been working on a post about how the Goo Goo Dolls have evolved over the years in terms of their music and so I thought it would be fun to just to throw this one up. Enjoy!~~~Hello everyone. Looks like I'm back. I took a bit of a break

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-75444504653794664252007-01-18T22:22:00.000-08:002007-01-18T22:25:58.213-08:00

Hello. Down here on the floor this evening because I've been sitting in chairs too long. What's with the lack of posting? Good question. I have a good answer, I promise. School started again last week. Another 10 weeks of toiling away over those large texts, and another term closer to graduation. Scary. But fun. Wierd. I won't go into it much right now because it's late and I have to be up early

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-17486514503918118392007-01-09T20:50:00.000-08:002007-01-09T20:51:04.242-08:00

I'm in love.

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-64542002386153565662006-12-31T13:38:00.000-08:002006-12-31T14:40:54.084-08:00

Really has nothing to do with this post. I just really like the way it looks when it dries....Anyways, it's New Years Eve (as you probably well know) and boy has it been "one of those years". Quite seriously I've been up and down this year and next year is going to be a big one considering I'm graduating from college and will be moving on to the next stage of my life. This year I managed once

Estherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09710899494626817874noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35089223.post-23008251931005288932006-12-31T13:27:00.000-08:002006-12-31T13:37:20.750-08:00

After a couple of failed attempts (really it's harder than it looks) I finally produced a decent batch of challah while I was staying on the farm. I cooked these loaves up in the woodstove too which made the experience that much more gratifying. I will tell you this though, there's something intensely satisfying about kneading bread while looking out a farmhouse window at a garden that someone

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