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Some random things from the past week or so in bullet point form:
- I had a lesson in "be careful what you wish for..." For a while I've been saying how I wished they would go back to rotating field people into the lab periodically to help out with lab work. Partly I'm selfish and I like doing lab work and living in my own apartment for more than four days in a row. I also think it helps the field staff remember how (and understand why it's important) to correctly fill out our paperwork and artifact bags. I looks like this will be happening. Unfortunately, it will be happening at the expense of my favorite labbies job. Something I obviously never would have wished for.
- I love crawfish season. I always forget how good crawfish is when its out of season, but there really are few things more fun than sitting out in the courtyard of The Bulldog drinking beer and eating crawfish. It's also amusing the reactions that you get from other people. I actually had a tourist ask my friend and me if she could watch us eat. Presumably she just wanted to see the technique but hearing the words "Do you mind if I watch you eat?" is rather disconcerting.
- Yesterday, I went to a Lenten/Easter concert that a couple of friends were putting on. Now, I have a rocky relationship with the composer Samuel Barber. He grew up in the same town I did (although much earlier than I did as he died the year before I was born). I've spent alot of time in choirs (especially at church) singing his music because we had to celebrate out local artist -- also he wrote my high school Alma Matter. Unfortunately, I don't like most of his music, but surprisingly yesterday I thought his "The Crucifixion" was the best piece done in the concert. I also find it funny that his piece on the Crucifixion is beautiful and soaring while his piece for Easter morning is extremely dissident and I think depressing. It's like he got confused which one is the celebration.
- Today on the way to Perry, Florida I stopped at two exits in a row where the Shell station (the one I had a gas card for) was closed before I broke down and just payed for the field vehicle gas myself. I really wish they would give me a company credit card so I could more easily do the job I'm supposed to be doing.