This is a video of Ally and I one night at Lindenwood’s Swing Dance Club. The moves excluding basic steps and turns are:
Around the World (twice)
Shoot the Moon
Dip over knee
more random stuff
The songs are ‘DC-10’ by Audio Adrenaline and ‘Mr. Pinstripe Suit’ by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. We didn’t practice or rehearse this routine. It was more of a “hey, we should record all the moves we learned this semester”. Thus, every few moves you can see me pulling out a notebook on which all the moves are written. Also the few moves we messed up.
*Walks into classroom, sees code written on chalkboard*
“hmm, looks like recursion”
*sits down, sees teacher walk into classroom*
Teacher: “hmmm, looks like someone’s teaching recursion.”
Other student: “Probably Dr. Blythe.”
November 4, 2050. It is a cold Friday morning on Beltra. The surface sensors recorded -30˚C last night. We stayed pretty warm in the bunks, although I’ve noticed Johnson says a good deal of nonsense in his sleep. Waking up to bacon and eggs was a pleasant surprise. Lt. James cooked it himself. He says he wants us all to be in top shape today – it’s going to be a long day at the surface. Although I’m looking forward freezing my tail off for 12 hours, breakfast with everyone was nice. It reminded me of maple syrup season back home – everybody getting up early for the rush.
We’ve got two new reaction towers to put up today. One CO2 and one CFC. I suspect with all twelve of us we can assemble the CO2 rig before 14:00. I haven’t seen a CFC plant put together yet so no guesses there. Johnson says there’s no way in a cloudy frother we’ll get enough Fluorine in it anyway, at least before winter. The carbon comes easy though. With that and a 500-year supply of snow-froze oxy, the new CO2 tower should be chugging along before dinner.
Rough day. After the CO2 tower went up, Johnson and I were sent to the Southern valley with two dozen scanner units and enough tie-downs to secure a horse. We used them all though. Temps read -10˚C at 12:30 and stayed there the rest of the day. Naturally I suited more clothing before leaving base. Both of us knew it was going to be difficult. We had to cover four square miles as best as the Fluoride scanners could reach. We put down ten on the main channel going out. Four branches with two more each left only six in the parallel crater. Johnson has affectionately nicknamed the place ‘hell’ as he discovered the downward wind gusts will knock a large man flat without breaking a sweat. Not to mention psychotic 10˚ temp fluxes. We both got minor frostbite through our shoes, but I was thankful to get back to base in one piece.
Winter is coming shortly. If we get temps up 3˚ more by 12/13, Lt. James says command will send us a party container. We’ll see about that. We’ve brought temps up 12˚ since we got here. It’s been a long road though. We didn’t get to watch the scenery on the flight out. On landing, our pilot missed target coordinates by two and a half clicks, and eight months of living in an underground silo complex just gets old. I could go on complaining, but even that gets cold.
I got a satellite call from Mom and Dad tonight. I told them once we’re finished they will have to send me some Maple seeds. With greenhouse emissions looking so good, we’ll be done in fourteen months. Mom’s been telling her students how I am a ‘brave frontiersman’ and Dad impresses his work buddies with my chem. and temp data. I never thought I would be on an alien planet warming up the atmosphere by CO2 production so people can live here on purpose. Here I am though. It is kind of cool being one of the first scientists out here. Maybe they will name a weather pattern after me. ‘The Everett Effect’ doesn’t have a nice ring to it though. I guess I’ll work on that later.
Patterns permeate private universities. Especially when you take the time to notice them. More so when you are detail-oriented and enjoy finding patterns.
This morning, as with every Tuesday and Thursday morning, I passed a friend on the sidewalk while I was going from one building to another. Seeing said friend regularly is nice. I look for a black coat, see her at 10 yards, high-five at passing, and chuckle afterwords. Today however, I arrived at my building of destination and had not seen my friend. The puzzled look on my face dissolved when I looked up and saw her 10 yards away. We of course stopped and commented on meeting in a different place, and then high-fived. :)
Perhaps I like patterns in the daily grind because there is a sense of security in knowing what to expect all day. I even create patterns and stick to them just because. When getting dinner in the cafeteria, I usually have a tuna sandwich on wheat with swiss cheese. By ‘usually’, I mean ‘so often that the deil-counter girl no longer asks me what I would like at the counter, but just hands me two slices of swiss and smiles’. And yes, that is usually the highlight of my dinner.
Whether out of necessity, circumstance, or created for the fun of it – here’s to all your sidewalk patterns.
With Sibley Day over, a decent recap of the day’s events is in order – even if just for my own sanity.
The day began 8:30 without breakfast (thanks pfoodman), followed by a semi-professional photoshoot starring me. I needed a nice professional headshot and luckily a budding photography student needed help in web design class. The trade worked very well. After that, I went to the video lab and finished an editing exercise for video production class. Immediately after that, a highly interesting keynote speaker on the future of robotics and swarm robot technology. Apart from being scared of an A.I. planet takeover and the infamous ‘three law safe’ idea, there were some interesting bits involving distributed algorithms and honey bee-like robots.
After a mediocre lunch (thanks pfoodman) I was called into work (Wilson Monnig) and did some web design for about four hours. After that, a disappointing dinner (thanks pfoodman) and some storyboarding for my continuity project in video production. At 7:00pm, I met with a classmate and we filmed my project and then hers – 3.5 hours well spent. Getting back to the dorm, I forced myself to finish, no, tweak is the better word, my website project for interactive web development. If you would like to see that it is danielhoenes.com
It’s that time of year again – Sibley Day. An invented school holiday in which regular classes are replaced with speakers, sessions, activities, and etc. Many students take the day to do nothing since Lindenwood doesn’t observe a handful of other holidays, President’s Day being the nearest one on student’s minds.
This Sibley Day, some things are the same – lame t-shirt, extra credit opportunities, cold weather. Some things are different however. There are exciting things to do! A keynote speaker on the future of robotics, a presentation on historical American dancing, a showing of 2012, and for me, a photoshoot and a video production project shooting.