Sunday, December 13, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
So, I decided to change my blog's name. I was getting a little bored of the old one, and this one seems to be more appropriate. I also changed my random question, though I've got to say, I think I liked my old one better.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Some of the words and names I had to guess on, because his handwriting isn't the neatest, but for the most part it was legible. Pardon the occasional mid-sentence question mark.
By the way, I want replies from my followers -- ALL of my followers! *evil eye* --if you would be interesting in having a separate blog for this, where I would try to post one of his entries for everyday of the year...probably starting January, to give me enough to time to amass a database.
Jan 1. I was up last night until after midnight, awaiting the departure of the old year, and the commencement of the New. As I sat there musing, many mournful thoughts presented themselves to me. I reflected on the time mispent on the many good resolutions with which I had commenced the year and the small number of them which I had regarded, and while I felt grateful to my Heavenly father for having so graciously watched over me, I resolved with his help, to live more to the glory of his Great name during the year to come. “Then lets' be up and doing,
So...what sayst you? Reply, reply, reply! ((preferably to my other posts as well...*glares*))
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
And here you can see our giant sunflowers in all their glory. Considering that I barely reach over the badminton net, you can see how tall these beauties are. If only they were perennials!
August is going by too fast. As always, there's a multitude of things I would like to do and
Saturday, August 22, 2009
I haven't written in an obscenely long time, and for this I apologize. Again. How many times have I neglected this blog for weeks on end? Actually, don't count that. I don't want to know.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
4. This is me looking out of the loft at Mizpah Springs Hut. This was the hut we went to after Lakes. It was a four or so mile hike there, and it was worse because the fog was very dense and the rocks were slippery, not to mention the forty-mile-per-hour continuous wind.
3. This is Emme (meh sis) on our hike up Tuckerman's Ravine to the Lakes hut. She's in front of a rare patch of bright blue sky. This was one of the hardest hikes we did. It wasn't that far, but the elevation we achieved was staggering. Imagine a really steep ladder that goes on for thousands of feet. With very few hand holds.
2. This is us (being Dave, Sid, Sadie and me) on our way to Glen Boulder, which you can see in the top left. It looks smaller than it is in actuality, of course --way smaller.
1. Day/Pic 1: This is our room. All of the rooms at Pinkham Notch are named after organisms found in the mountain. We generally stay in either the Spotted Salamander or the Peregrine Falcon room, but we decided to be different this year.
I just got back from my trip to Mt. Washington, NH, yesterday. We hiked a total of 31 miles in four days, which I think is pretty dang impressive, especially considering that much of it was steep and rough, not to mention wet and slippery. Days 4 and 5 were especially treacherous. On the hike from Lakes of the Clouds Hut to Mizpah Hut, it was foggy and very windy, and from Mizpah to our car at Crawford Notch, it was cold and drizzling, and foggy to cap it off. That hike was the hardest. We were tired out, and the hike was 5.7 miles. The worst part of it was at the end, when we came to a sign that said that we had two more miles to go. Fortunately, the sign was wrong. Or we were wrong. It's possible that the sign said that we had 0.2 miles to go, instead.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
On the door to our porch this morning we found an Io moth. They're somewhat common around here - or so I am led to believe, due to the fact that my grandmother, who lives next door, also found one recently. Fortunately, ours, unlike hers, is alive.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I'm sorry that I haven't written in a little while. There's been a lot of work and not much of a chance to write much, and it's not as if much has happened in any event.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I spent a good portion of my day at the beach. The rest of it was walking to the bike rental, three miles away.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Ellie Finds Her Place in the Ecosystem
Ellie was a little girl who wondered what her place in the ecosystem was. One day, she decided to go walking in the woods to figure it out. As Ellie was walking, she came upon a patch of flowers.
“Hello, flowers!” she said. “How are you doing on this lovely morning?”
The flowers did not respond, due to their conspicuous lack of larynxes, but she imagined that they replied with a jaunty “how d'you do? I'm fine too!” and a wave of their pretty little petals.
“What's your place in the ecosystem, flowers?” Ellie asked them. Again, they didn't not respond, but she imagined voices for them.
“Why, Ellie,” they replied, “our place in the ecosystem is as producers.”
“What are producers?” she asked.
“Producers are organisms that make their own food from light energy and natural resources, silly,” the flowers replied. “Everybody knows that.”
“And flowers,” Ellie asked, “What's my place in the ecosystem?”
“We don't know, Ellie,” they answered.
Ellie kept walking.
Ellie came up to a pond.
“Hello, leeches!” she said. “How do you do today?”
“Lovely, Ellie!” they chirruped.
“What's your place in the ecosystem, leeches?” Ellie asked.
“Our place in the ecosystem is as parasites, Ellie,” the leeches responded in their high, squeaky voices.
“What's a parasite?” Ellie asked.
“A parasite is an organism that survives by living and feeding on other organisms,” the leeches replied.
“That doesn't sound very nice!” Ellie said.
The leeches thought about this, and then answered, “Hey, don't begrudge us. It's our ecological niche!”
“What does that mean?” Ellie asked, eyes practically bugging out of her head.
“An ecological niche is the specific role played by an organism or population of organisms,” the leeches dutifully defined.
Ellie pondered this, and then asked excitedly, “What's a population?”
The leeches exchanged glances.
“Yes, Ellie, we could play this game all day long, too,” they said. “But hadn't you better get to the point and get on your way?”
“Okey-doke,” Ellie responded. “What's my place in the ecosystem, leeches?”
“We don't know, Ellie,” they responded, and then attached themselves to her lower leg.
Ellie kept walking.
Ellie came up to rabbits half in and half out of their holes.
“Hello, rabbits!” she said. “What's your place in the ecosystem?”
“Hello, Ellie,” the rabbits said. “Our role in the ecosystem is as a population!”
“What's a population?” Ellie asked.
“A population?” the rabbits queried. “A population is all of the individuals of a single species that survive in an area.”
“What's an 'area'?” Ellie asked, staring vacantly and drooling.
There was an awkward silence.
“What's my place in the ecosystem?” Ellie asked.
“We don't know,” the rabbits chorused.
Ellie kept walking.
Ellie came up to a rock.
“Hello, rock!” Ellie said. “How are you doing today?”
“Just fine, Ellie,” the rock said, miraculously acquiring a voice.
“What's your place in the ecosystem, rock?” Ellie asked.
“My place in the ecosystem as an abiotic factor is as a habitat to small decomposers,” the rock replied.
“What does 'abiotic' and 'habitat' mean?” Ellie asked.
“'Abiotic' things are the non-living parts of an environment,” the rock said. “A habitat is a home.”
“What's my place in the ecosystem, rock?” Ellie asked.
“I don't know, Ellie,” the rock replied.
Ellie then lifted up the rock to talk to the decomposers.
“Hello, decomposers. What does your name mean? I know Beethoven was a famous composer!”
“A decomposer is an organism, generally a bacterium or fungus,” the tiny creatures yelled collectively, their calls a little less than a whisper, “that consumes dead organisms or organic waste.”
“Neat-o!” Ellie said.
“What's my place in the ecosystem, decomposers?” Ellie asked them.
“We don't know, Ellie,” they responded.
Ellie dropped the rock back onto them. Their screams (“I'm being crushed! I'm being crushed!) were muffled by the stone.
Ellie kept walking.
Ellie then came upon a mountain lion, laying peacefully on an abiotic piece of ground.
“Hello, mountain lion!” Ellie greeted him cheerfully. “How do you do?”
“Lovely, Ellie,” the mountain lion replied.
“What's your place in the ecosystem?” Ellie asked with a smile.
“My place in the ecosystem is as a carnivore,” the mountain lion said.
“What does that mean?” Ellie asked.
“A carnivore is an organism that feeds on other animals for food,” the mountain lion replied. “I am proud of being a carnivore.”
“That's cool,” Ellie replied. “But what's my place in the ecosystem?”
“I know, Ellie,” the mountain lion responded.
“You do?” Ellie exclaimed excitedly. “Great! No one else knew! What is it? What is it?”
The mountain lion leaned in very close.
“Ellie, your place in the ecosystem is being the prey in the food chain!” he said happily.
“What's THAT mean?” Ellie asked excitedly.
The mountain lion said: “A food chain is a representation that identifies the specific feeding relationships among organisms. And prey is what is caught and eaten by the predators, who are carnivores.”
“What's a predator?” Ellie asked, shortly before she was consumed. But don't worry: it's a happy ending, because Ellie found her place in the ecosystem at long last.
Today I baked a golden chiffon cake as a dessert for Easter supper. It is like a lemon angel food cake. I know you're jealous. You are marvelling in its golden super-fantabulous splendor. I am the awesomeist! Bwa ha ha!