This week I:
– saw a banana slug on my way to class – the first one I’ve seen since I’ve been able to call the banana slug my school mascot!
– made a loaf of rye buttermilk bread from this newly released cookbook. Yum!
– took advantage of an office-mate’s recommendation to back up my computer with Carbonite. Besides backing up your files, it also lets you access everything on your computer anywhere you have an internet connection. Awesome!
– after two and a half years of revisions, submitted an article based on my master’s research findings to its first academic journal. I felt proud and productive for about 45 minutes, and then fell into a sad, empty kind of state. My writer and researcher friends tell me this is common. : (
– guided my students into the murky waters of writing a literature review. So far so good.
– had some of my photos published as an accompaniment to an article on the recent agreement to allow California industries to offset their pollution by purchasing pollution credits in Chiapas, Mexico and Acre, Brazil. Check out the backstory in my post.
– read the following in preparation for the Supreme Court case on climate change that was heard on Tuesday. (Now I need to find out what the actual verdict was, and how it impacts the case in Alaska I described in a recent post)
- Why the Supreme Court should let states sue the country’s biggest carbon polluters by David Donager and Matt Pawa in Grist, April 19
- Supreme Court set to weigh in on whether we can hold companies responsible for climate change by Jess Zimmerman in Grist, April 18
– got a phone call from the post office saying that my new bees had arrived in the mail! They are now settled safely into their new diggs, and being, well, busy little bees.
– indulged my fantasy of being a scholar-farmer by doing some grading at 5th Crow Farm. The fantasy part, however, doesn’t involve my car smelling like PSG after lending a hand with errands (that’s Peruvian Seagull Guano for those of you not in the know). It also doesn’t involve the earth trying to eat my shoes as I navigate the mud in my “stylish and inappropriate” footwear of choice: clogs.
– realized, again, that nothing makes me feel incompetent faster than trying to hang out with farmers while they are working.
Bees at the post office – in the box they were shipped in