Sunday, August 13, 2017

Desk Space

So I am moving out of the grad cubes this week (they are kicking me out for new blood), thus I decided I would take a few pictures first.
My desk for the last two years (I had this desk before I had an apartment here)
This is my desk. Most of the papers on the right are fun personal mementos from people, the ones on the other sides are references for school stuff. My paperclip change is on the right and my textbooks and folders are on the shelf. My rocks, bones, and dinosaur figurines re in the left corner. The drawers are filled with snacks, scrap paper, old school papers, useful things (like calculators, rulers, etc.). The bottom left hand corner drawer is opened slightly (not intentional), that is the drawer I always pull out to rest my feet on.
I think it is a pretty neat desk, overall, with some personal touches. I think the grad cubes are interesting because each person has the same desk but they use (and decorate) their desks very differently.
One guy likes using his desk but if he is not using it currently everything is spotless, there is nothing on his desk, everything he has is hiding in a drawer (he even took his name tag down for a while... which caused confusion).
Then a couple of the guys use their desks as storage area, so they just get piled with junk and they never use it for anything else.
Another guy has junk all over his desk but his shelves are a well displayed rock collection.
A couple of other people have super organized desks with their school stuff and office supplies are perfectly in order but they also have family pictures enshrined on the peg board.
I like my desk clean, and I don't mind a little personalization but most of it is in the way I display my rocks not in personal items per se (except for the paperclips :) ). What is interesting, but unsurprising is that how we use our desks reflects our personality, displaying quirkiness, organization, openness, etc.
People are different. 

Sunday, August 6, 2017

"Words are Hard"

This is the phrase that one of my mission companions would always say when either of us stumbled over our words.
This week I came across two different words that are commonly used but still used vaguely (at least I use them vaguely). It makes it difficult to communicate ideas when you and your audience may not understand a word in the same way.
First: Exactness
In the LDS church people often talk about obeying commandments (and rules) with exactness. I have never particularly liked the phrase I always read it with exactness being synonymous with perfectness, which is just humanly impossible (and God does not ask the impossible) Then, this week someone said that obeying with exactness meant there was no gray in life, only black and white... and nice(?) as that thought is I just don't see the world as black and white.... So I looked up exactness on google. It reads "the quality of being accurate or correct; precision." Which as you may notice says nothing about perfect.... I looked at another article about accuracy and precision. In my words accurate means being correct while precision means consistent. And I think I can obey with correctness and consistency even when I can't obey with perfection. The best thing about the above mentioned article, at least for my purposes is the image showing what accuracy and precision looks like when you are shooting at a target. Notice how even with high accuracy and precision the shots are not all dead center. So, I guess I have no problem with the phrase obey with exactness anymore... I just had to look up the word I though I knew.
Second: Mature
A group of my geology friends were talking about which of us was the most mature. One girl was nominated as the most mature (even though she is the youngest of us), but then I got wondering if we were just judging on who the most controlling person was. This one was a little trickier to find the right definition (we were obviously talking about physical maturity or the maturity of an industry). But I found this definition on the Merriam-Webster online dictionary "having of showing the mental and emotional qualities of an adult." I think that is roughly what we were all thinking of for as the definition of mature.... but it is still a vague term. I mean does that mean we should have been judging on the adeptness of planning out our lives and jobs, or the ability to control our stress in appropriate ways, or being consistently reliable in what we say we will do... I have no idea... I guess that one we would have to define for the moment.
Sometimes I am just floored that communication is possible at all with how messy and imperfect words (and nonverbal communication) are.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Physical Learning


So this week I spent some time hanging out with a few of my nephews. We ended up hiking some pretty steep side hills. One of the boys is not to much of the adventurous type so he and I hiked them together hand in hand. The whole time. The problem with this is when it got really steep he had a tendency to lean back away from the mountain, instead of in towards it, and when he was holding my hand he was pulling us both back, so I told him, "lean towards the mountain," "lean in," that sort of thing, and he did catch on pretty fast. I just thought it was fascinating because I don't ever remember learning that but I'm sure I did, but did I learn it by myself or did someone tell me, just like I told him. I have no idea? But it got me thinking about physical learning.
They say once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget because it is all about muscle memory. However, no one really seems to talk about other muscle memory type stuff. I remember teaching myself to brace myself with my feet on the school bus so I wouldn't have to hang on. When I worked on the train a month or two back I had to get used to spreading my wait and walking with very deliberate footsteps as I walked the isles as the train jiggled from side to side, and forward of course. The same sort of thing goes for walking on ice (slipping and sliding and knowing when it's thick enough) and walking down talus slopes (those rocks do move but with a surprising amount of consistency).
So here are my conclusions about physical learning. (1) In general it seems more like you learn it through experience than instruction and (2) once you learn it, you more or less always have a feel for it no matter how long between uses. Which really is unfair because book learning seems like it flies away quite fast if you aren't using it on a daily basis. So maybe our bodies are smarter then our minds...

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Shooting for A's B's or the Stars

Recently I told someone that I got an A- in a class which I thought was pretty good but then he asked what I had been shooting for. I said "an A. That's what I always aim for."
Shortly before that someone had told me that you (in the general sense) "should always shoot for a B" because then you don't get stressed about little things that don't really matter.
Then there is the saying that I will purposefully misquote* "shoot for the stars and even if you miss you will land on the moon."
So which is it? Should you aim high, super high, or just moderately good. Or does it all just depend on your personality.
I had a conversation with a friend who said that if you have the mentality that you are below average, average, or above average in a certain area, no matter what group you are in (whether a really skilled/talented group or a dull one) you will find yourself in that place within the group. So basically if you think you are average at school (easy example) instead of telling yourself to be above average you should just start hanging out with a smarter group of kids and you will end up being average in that group and doing better overall in school.
So I guess you could just shoot for average but seek out skilled groups.
Or just don't set expectations at all :)


*"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars." But that really doesn't make sense...

Sunday, July 16, 2017

The Meaning of Night


I'm sitting here in my apartment with the setting sun shining in on me after a storm. And it makes me happy.
Sometimes at night if the moon is ever shining in through my window I sleep backwards in bed just so I could fall asleep with the moonlight on my face.
There is something incredibly compelling about light. It is bright and obvious and beautiful. Is it any wonder that it has been used in comparison with darkness since the beginning of time as a visualization of un-articulateable ideas, especially involving good and evil?
Of course not. But as my dad says I'm a rebel and I have to root for the other side.... and darkness does get a bad rap.
As a senior in high school I wrote a poem entitled Night is a Blanket* for an assignment. I tried to emphasize the healing, peaceful powers of night and darkness.
Then I wrote a novel about a people who are nocturnal** and are thought to be evil because of it... but really they are just people.
I think the main reason why dark is seen so negatively is because humans are bad at seeing in the dark so the dark often means the unknown and unexpected.
But the thing is complete light with no darkness (shadow/contrast) is just as blinding (more so really because it can last longer) than complete darkness. (Remember don't look straight into the sun).
Just like winter--the time of dormant plants--is necessary for the health of some plants, night is our daily time of physical and often emotional rejuvenation.... So if I take the next step it begs another question. Are times of confusion and uncertainty in our lives, often compared to times of darkness,  really times of unnoticed growth. A type of staging ground for the next step?


*Night is a Blanket

Night is a blanket,
Covering the world,
Thick and dark.

Night is a blanket,
Underneath to hide
Secret longings, hidden from the day.

Night is a blanket,
Comfortable and warm,
To rest in.

Night is a blanket,
Children lie under,
Scaring each other with phantoms.

Night is a blanket,
To snuggle within
And listen to sounds all around.

Night is a blanket,
To look through,
Trying to see the world anew.

**If you ever wanted to know how much being diurnal has affected our language try writing a book about nocturnal people. Today, Morning. Three days ago. Seeing color. How do you tell what time it is when the sun isn't up?



Sunday, July 9, 2017

Practical* Crafts

So recently I have finished some fun projects that I thought I would share.
Seeing as how lately I have been living in apartment for a year at the longest and have still been acquiring things (😝) I thought it would be useful to have some sort of bag or box that is small when not in use but large and sturdy enough that I could use it for packing. Instead of buying it, I wanted to make it myself. So I designed a box (made out of cardboard and grocery bags) based off my brother's reusable grocery bag. It was a fairly long process but I like how it turned out. Now I just have to see how it withstands a move. It really is just cardboard and plastic bags (no tape or glue, etc). I used binderclips, paperclips, a carpet needle, and an awl to make it. And it folds up relatively flat (with a false bottom).

 My second project was inspired by my Saturday hikes. I have low topped hiking boots and so with the advent of summer there is a ridiculous amount of prickly seed pods of various sorts that would get caught in my socks. After one week of stopping every 5 minutes to pick out the prickles I got smart and did something about it. The next week I made gaiters out of gallon ziplock bags but they were kind of hot and sweaty and noisy. So two weeks after I made these gaiters out of my old pants (good thing I hadn't thrown them out yet). They might be more effective if I wore them over my boots instead of inside them (a few prickles still slide down to my lower foot) but I wasn't sure I had anything hefty enough that could survive the beating the cloth would take on the bottom of my boot and these work great so far (I've only used them once but still). I'm also glad I made the plastic prototypes because I cut these a little different than I would have otherwise.

  So maybe these projects don't look exactly classy, but I still enjoyed designing them and I made them with stuff that I just had laying around (or my mom had laying around... well I did buy the binderclips). I might have been able to find similar things at a store, but then I would have had to go shopping! Plus, it makes me happy when I can make something that I will use.


*As in they can be used, not necessarily that they are monetarily worth the time or effort.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

A New Word

I'm going to make up a word.
There are several conditions that greatly affect life in the oceans. One of these is salinity. Some animals can live in highly salty water (such as lagoons) others can only survive with a little salt (such as right off a delta where the river water waters down the salt in the water) and some can survive in both. Animals that can live in both very salty water and not very salty water are called euryhaline (meaning broad salt). Creatures that can only survive in water that has a specific percentage of salt are considered stenohaline (meaning narrow salt).
Today I was thinking about how some people are very particular about the weather that makes them happy. They don't like when it rains or when it snows or when it is too hot, etc. Then I extrapolated out and thought about how some people seem only happy occasionally, when a specific set of circumstances align, but others seem like they can find happiness in most situations.
I'm not sure why this is exactly, but some of the contributing factors may be natural disposition, faith, humor, and actually choosing to be happy. But thinking about all this made me want to be eurysatis (meaning broad satisfied) and find satisfaction and happiness in a broad range of situations and environments. Let it rain! And be blistering hot! Let me be with friends and family. Or be far away from them. Let me be working on school things, work things, other peoples projects, my projects. Let me be under green trees, on desert sands or sitting at a computer desk. Let me be eurysatis.