Could I BE wearing any more clothes?
I've been wearing matching socks for a whole six weeks now. Normally I have more important things to do than make sure that both socks I grab from my jumbly sock drawer are the same color or pattern (though I do try to match height and weight, for reasons of sensory symmetry). In Alaska my dedication to Earnest Science has prevailed, and I wear matching footwear.
The rest of my wardrobe tends to be rather more brightly colorful than that of my companions, as I am outfitted with yellow, periwinkle, and green while the rest of the team wears black, navy, or deep red. The crayon-print pajama pants and star-print hat in particular have earned comments, but my colleagues promise that they are not embarrassed to be seen with me...
In any case, (for me) gearing up for the field is usually a matter of deciding what three or four layers to put on- in order of how big they are and with no particular regard to color combinations. Today was no exception, though it was not the chilly Barrow field I was anticipating, but the less-than-24-hours Aqasuk trip that Jeremy and I were attempting. We were trying to go light on luggage but I was fearful of freakishly cold wind, so I just wore my field gear onto the plane.
Fortunately, Atqasuk was warm and sunny, and the rain on the horizon went around us. So did the caribou, though he was dreadfully curious- we could tell. All our field work was done after we got out to the field at three and before we were back in at nine. It would take five field days of suffering for those chumps at the Barrow site to finish everything-HA.
Oh yeah, and I'm sick. The head-cold variety. It's not too bad, on account of the fact that I am incredibly tough. Don't tell the rest of the team that I'm feeling poorly or they will think I'm weak- when really, it was THEY who said, "Oh, Jenny, poor Jenny, don't you want to stay in from the field today? You look ever so ill. A day off would do you such good- and of course we would stay in with you... for safety."
i won't let them have the satisfaction!
The rest of my wardrobe tends to be rather more brightly colorful than that of my companions, as I am outfitted with yellow, periwinkle, and green while the rest of the team wears black, navy, or deep red. The crayon-print pajama pants and star-print hat in particular have earned comments, but my colleagues promise that they are not embarrassed to be seen with me...
In any case, (for me) gearing up for the field is usually a matter of deciding what three or four layers to put on- in order of how big they are and with no particular regard to color combinations. Today was no exception, though it was not the chilly Barrow field I was anticipating, but the less-than-24-hours Aqasuk trip that Jeremy and I were attempting. We were trying to go light on luggage but I was fearful of freakishly cold wind, so I just wore my field gear onto the plane.
Fortunately, Atqasuk was warm and sunny, and the rain on the horizon went around us. So did the caribou, though he was dreadfully curious- we could tell. All our field work was done after we got out to the field at three and before we were back in at nine. It would take five field days of suffering for those chumps at the Barrow site to finish everything-HA.
Oh yeah, and I'm sick. The head-cold variety. It's not too bad, on account of the fact that I am incredibly tough. Don't tell the rest of the team that I'm feeling poorly or they will think I'm weak- when really, it was THEY who said, "Oh, Jenny, poor Jenny, don't you want to stay in from the field today? You look ever so ill. A day off would do you such good- and of course we would stay in with you... for safety."
i won't let them have the satisfaction!