Archive for August, 2007


Good news/bad news

Bad news:

My bike, which was virtually new (I got it in February when Dad and Grandma visited for Parents’ Weekend), was stolen over the summer. It was locked and in the Fowler Garden bike shed (qualifying this event as a burglary instead of just a theft). There are definitely fewer bikes in the shed now than I remember (though there were some remaining–they didn’t steal Nelson’s bike, which was worth more than mine!) so if you were foolhardy enough to trust Scripps with your bike, you may soon have the privilege of giving Campsec yet another theft report.

Do note that Claremont’s bike registration system is not computerized, and only searchable by number. So if you don’t remember your number, then registering your bike was basically a huge waste of time.

Good news:

Tiny pomegranate!

Not edible, unfortunately. But cute!

Early Return

The air over the Inland Empire was the dirtiest I’d ever seen it, the day I flew into Ontario in a tiny, over-airconditioned regional jet. ‘You mean I have to inhale that?’ I thought as the shuttle drove past Mount Baldy, veiled in brownish haze.

‘Yup,’ said the mountain as I hauled my three bags to GJW, breath tight in my lungs. The walk across campus never before seemed so long.

I’m in Claremont now, helping get the Scripps Store ready for when the frosh show up. I’m not just a webmaster, I’m a manager, and apparently I’ll be learning all the inventory/cashiering/retail stuff too. Fair enough. I didn’t know any of the the other managers before joining the Scripps Store, but they seem like good people.

It’s weird, being here before everyone else. I love my suite, and already it feels like home, yet it’s totally empty (except for half-empty storage boxes flung about). I haven’t been to Mudd at ALL yet (mostly because people aren’t here and I haven’t had time, but also early returners only can eat at their own dining halls). All my coworkers are women, all the other people around are women… I have yet to actually talk to a member of the male species since I came back. Yes, it’s a women’s college. It’s still bizarre. I don’t think that’s happened since…my orientation…

After walking a mile and a half to the U-Haul place, slogging all my earthly possessions out of storage, (partially) unpacking, carrying boxes out of the Store and hauling them to the storage closet on the other side of campus in the midday sun… I don’t think my shoulders have ever been so exhausted. I don’t want to lift my arms anymore, let alone anything attached. Of course, I have no choice. More inventory tomorrow!

*sigh*

If Only.

So, the Scholarly Publishing and Academic Resources Coalition (SPARC), one of FreeCulture.org’s allies, is putting on a video contest for the semester, the “Sparky Awards”. The theme is “Mind Mashup”:

The Internet gives new meaning to the notion that, by sharing ideas, we build a better understanding of the world around us. If you use YouTube or Wikipedia, exchange gaming tips on the Internet, or have a blog, you probably well understand the value of sharing information, ideas, and knowledge.

Sharing can also be a vital tool in helping to address complex problems that challenge society – like disease, hunger, global warming, and economic disparity. The sharing of ideas gives us ways to discover, collaborate, and create in unprecedented ways.

The SPARC Discovery Awards challenges you to illustrate in a short video presentation what you see as the value of sharing information. Use your imagination to suggest what good comes from bringing down barriers to the free exchange of information.

The videos must be no more than two minutes long, released under a Creative Commons license, and submitted by December 2. The rest of the rules can be found on the contest website. The top prize is $1000 and a sexy “Sparky” statuette. (You know those metal doohickeys with flints in the cap that you used to light bunsen burners in high school chemistry? That’s what the trophy’s design is based on. Heck yes.)

Most important, however: I’m one of the judges! Look, I’m right above Jimbo Wales on the judging panel page! Pretty sweet, eh?

So. Everyone should submit to this contest, especially since as a judge I can’t. The contest already got a mention on the media studies-l, but I don’t think Tracy knew that I was one of the judges since the panel hadn’t been announced yet. Hopefully I/the department/Free Culture 5C can promote the contest further as the school year gets going. I’m hoping to see some awesome videos!

No, I will not accept bribes. I may accept cookies. :p

Back in Minnesota

I flew back from DC to Edina today. I’ll be leaving again for school on the 24th. So if any of my MN friends are reading this, we should hang out!

Sunday night, I finally managed to successfully watch a meteor shower.

Nelson’s parents informed him that the Perseid meteor shower was coming, so we decided to try and watch it. But where could we go that would be untainted by the glow of DC sprawl? Gavin and I opened up Google Maps and looked for nothing. Few roads on the map, few houses on the satellite view. Unlike Minnesota, a lot of the “nothing” on the East Coast is forest, so we had to look out for trees too. Eventually we found a little green patch out west called “Sky Meadows State Park”. That seemed promising.

We got there and were greeted by signs saying “Park closes at sundown. NO TRESPASSING”. Our reaction was, mostly, Please. You don’t name a park “Sky Meadows” and expect people to not stargaze there. I don’t know how many people came out to the park for the Perseids (except for the occasional, roundly-cursed headlights of cars coming or going, it was very dark–which was the point), but there were at least two cars on our stretch and more over the hill past where we were.

So the five of us (Nelson, me, Gavin, and Nelson’s two visiting friends Matt and Kamraan) laid down on towels, munched on some popcorn and strawberries, and looked up.

Gosh.

So many stars.

I’d hardly ever seen the Milky Way before, let alone that clearly.

Ironically, despite the great viewing conditions, we were having the hardest time identifying constellations. The only one I found was the Little Dipper. Matt said he found the Big Dipper and maybe Orion, but I couldn’t recognize them at all. Everything was upside down or something.

And, yes, we saw meteors. A lot of little ones, and a few big ones that left a glowing skystreak for a moment or two after the meteor was gone. It was a beautiful and relaxing evening. Totally worth the lack of sleep the next day when I went to work.

Last night, we were returning to the car after a night of pinball at John’s Place in Fairfax when I glanced up. Amid the streetlamps and store signs, I could see maybe four stars. Normal for the urban sky–now incredibly disappointing. The glowing orange sky of LA is only going to be worse. But at least then I’ll be able to find my steadfast Orion again.

Also

I think I now understand why, after 9/11, everyone got jingoism poisoning. One bridge collapses, and I feel incredibly homesick.

Follow the dream doesn’t mean leave the love
Roam if you must
But come home when you’ve seen enough
I love New York and Cali but I ain’t movin
Too over populated saturated with humans
And I’m not big on rappers, actors, or models
If I had to dip, I’d prolly skip to Chicago
None of this is meant to dis
No one
No where
Like damn, I’m from Minnesota
Land of the cold air
Too many mosquitoes and a fair share of egos
But like my man Sabe says
That’s where my mommy stays

So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell ‘em where you live
Say shh…say shh..
And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids
Say shh…say shh..
If you’re from the Midwest and it doesn’t matter where
Say shh…say shh
If you can drink tap water and breathe the air
Say shh…say shh…

We’re going to fix that bridge. We’re gonna fix our transportation situation. We already rank at the top in literacy, health, environment, and a bunch of other stuff, and we’re gonna keep it that way. Why? Because we’re Minnesotans and we give a crap about each other.

I’ve got MN pride, yo. *flashes Lutheran gangsign…or something*

For the non-Minnesotans reading this, a bridge collapsed in Minnesota yesterday. Not just any bridge. The bridge for I-35 (major interstate that runs all the way to Texas) in the middle of Minneapolis. The whole damn thing buckled and fell in the river, carrying a school bus, 18 construction workers, and 50 cars with it. Amazingly, all the kids on the school bus and all but one of the construction workers made it; many of the commuters on the bridge were able to walk/swim away from the scene. Only four people are known dead (though there are around 20 people missing). I called my parents yesterday, and several of my home friends have been checking in on Facebook, so I think everyone I know is okay.

No one knows why the thing collapsed yet. It wasn’t terrorism, and no boats or anything crashed into the bridge. (The bridge failure was so complete because there weren’t any supports mid-river to impair water travel. Of course this also meant the design had little redundancy.) The construction crew wasn’t doing anything structural to the bridge. (They were repairing the concrete; it was the steel arch that busted.) The rush-hour traffic at the time was bumper-to bumper and I’m sure the cement and construction equipment weighed quite a bit, but four out of the eight lanes were closed for the construction so it could hardly be considered a maximal load. The latest inspection said that they found evidence of wear on the steel, but since there weren’t any cracks they didn’t think it was a problem. I guess forty years of alternating road salt and sweltering heat were enough…but I hope that more detailed explanations are forthcoming and the inspectors are questioned.

…good that I didn’t get an internship in Minneapolis this summer?

I’ve been largely in shock since I heard the news last night. It’s been distracting me from work. Even though I didn’t use that bridge all that often (more often Mendota), it still hits close to home. That’s right next to the U of M and near the Metrodome. It’s the central artery of the already-strained MSP highway system. I have no idea how people are going to commute now…keep in mind that the metro area has virtually nonexistent public transportation, so there’s no real backup option for commuters.

They were FINALLY getting around to fixing 62/35W (a terrible, politically-motivated bottleneck that I often drive through, a few miles south of the collapse)…will that funding get diverted to rebuilding the bridge? Will there be a push to expand our light rail from a single-line tourism aid to a functional commuter system? Something must be done. The transportation infrastructure in the metro was already being pushed to the limit; we were already far behind in getting commuter public transit. Now it’s an emergency.

I wonder if Pawlenty’s transportation bill vetoes will come back to bite him in the butt now. Not that properly funding Minnesota transit this year would have prevented this collapse. (Obviously not.) But if we gave infrastructure the same priority now that it had in the 50s and 60s (when all the stuff that’s breaking now was built) instead of appeasing the Taxpayer League and failing at satisfactorily providing a basic public good, maybe we’d be able to bounce back a little easier. From massive blackouts to exploding NY steam pipes to this… You get what you pay for.

But yeah. I don’t know if I’ll be able to believe it until I come home and see it myself.

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