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Name: velocibadgergirl

I'm an unrepentant science nerd. I talk too much, read voraciously, and have mostly given up swearing. I have degrees in geology and creative writing, but my job doesn't have too much to do with either. I'm married to MB, the greatest guy on the whole entire planet. We're doing our best to raise a good dog (adopted April 2008) and a happy kid (born January 2010). It's not always easy, but together we're finding our way.

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Geologist, defined
→ it's as if they know me

Pandora
→ the best music site ever
playlist.com
→ source of nifty song-playing widgets

Postsecret
→ (updated Sundays)
Found Magazine

Animal Tracks
→ (weekly animal pic slideshows)
Month in Space
→ (monthly space slideshows)

Peep Research
Peep Research 2
Peep Surgery
→ (my favorite)
An Empirical Study of Foil Hats
→ (no, really)
Aluminum Foil Deflector Beanie
→ (practical mind control protection for paranoids)

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Marginalia
— © Billy Collins

Sometimes the notes are ferocious,

skirmishes against the author

raging along the borders of every page

in tiny black script.

If I could just get my hands on you,

Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien,

they seem to say,

I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.

Other comments are more offhand, dismissive —

"Nonsense." "Please!" "HA!!" —

that kind of thing.

I remember once looking up from my reading,

my thumb as a bookmark,

trying to imagine what the person must look like

who wrote "Don't be a ninny"

alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.

Students are more modest

needing to leave only their splayed footprints

along the shore of the page.

One scrawls "Metaphor" next to a stanza of Eliot's.

Another notes the presence of "Irony"

fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.

Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers,

Hands cupped around their mouths.

"Absolutely," they shout

to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin.

"Yes." "Bull's-eye." "My man!"

Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points

rain down along the sidelines.

And if you have managed to graduate from college

without ever having written "Man vs. Nature"

in a margin, perhaps now

is the time to take one step forward.

We have all seized the white perimeter as our own

and reached for a pen if only to show

we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;

we pressed a thought into the wayside,

planted an impression along the verge.

Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria

jotted along the borders of the Gospels

brief asides about the pains of copying,

a bird singing near their window,

or the sunlight that illuminated their page —

anonymous men catching a ride into the future

on a vessel more lasting than themselves.

And you have not read Joshua Reynolds,

they say, until you have read him

enwreathed with Blake's furious scribbling.

Yet the one I think of most often,

the one that dangles from me like a locket,

was written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye

I borrowed from the local library

one slow, hot summer.

I was just beginning high school then,

reading books on a davenport in my parents' living room,

and I cannot tell you

how vastly my loneliness was deepened,

how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed

when I found on one page

A few greasy looking smears

and next to them, written in soft pencil —

by a beautiful girl, I could tell,

whom I would never meet —

"Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love."

7 Comments:

At 3:47 PM, A Free Man said...: It's the time of the year for crazy weather. We're in the midst of the worst heat wave in a century down here. It's so hot that the train tracks have melted. Really. Hope you guys can find a warm place to be!
At 3:49 PM, Anonymous said...: Out of firewood! No power!

I expect your next blog entry to be on how you ate the Christmas candy and the oyster crackers while trying to stay warm in your snow cave.
At 4:01 PM, Meg said...: Stay warm, and hugs to Mr. Happy Indy from his friend Clara Bow. She suggests curling up under sheepskin rugs as a good way to stay warm (she's doing it right now).

Anonymous....LOL! I wasn't expecting a Litte House moment while visiting this blog...
At 8:00 AM, cadiz12 said...: hope the juice comes back soon. stay cozy!
At 12:22 PM, GeekGirl said...: Wow. I live in the South, and we don't get snow, except for the miracle Christmas of three or four years ago. Of course, the next day it all melted away and it was warm enough for me to have snowball fights in my jeans, a tee, and flip-flops. I want to live in a place with SEASONS!

Beautiful pictures!
At 3:42 PM, SSFB said...: I love the berries photo! Enter that one in your photo competition if it's not too late ;) Stay warm!!!
At 7:32 PM, That Chick Over There said...: THE BLACK DOG IN THE SNOW! EKKKKK!

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	Thursday, January 29, 2009 First it was fun, then it wasn't A big ice storm came through the upper Southland on Tuesday / Wednesday and coated everything in its path. We had three snow days in a row, which was pretty fun until the power went out last night around 5 PM. We're almost out of firewood, so MB and the dog and I are probably going to go stay at my parents' house and the cat is going to spend the next few days at BoMB's place. I hope to be back home, back in power, and back online by the weekend, but no one knows for sure. In the meantime, here are some fun pictures I took and managed to upload before everything went pear-shaped. Missing everyone! xo vbg More pics and a few Indy-in-the-snow videos are up on Flickr if you're interested. posted by velocibadgergirl @ 12:33 PM 7 comments 7 Comments: At 3:47 PM, A Free Man said... It's the time of the year for crazy weather. We're in the midst of the worst heat wave in a century down here. It's so hot that the train tracks have melted. Really. Hope you guys can find a warm place to be! At 3:49 PM, Anonymous said... Out of firewood! No power! I expect your next blog entry to be on how you ate the Christmas candy and the oyster crackers while trying to stay warm in your snow cave. At 4:01 PM, Meg said... Stay warm, and hugs to Mr. Happy Indy from his friend Clara Bow. She suggests curling up under sheepskin rugs as a good way to stay warm (she's doing it right now). Anonymous....LOL! I wasn't expecting a Litte House moment while visiting this blog... At 8:00 AM, cadiz12 said... hope the juice comes back soon. stay cozy! At 12:22 PM, GeekGirl said... Wow. I live in the South, and we don't get snow, except for the miracle Christmas of three or four years ago. Of course, the next day it all melted away and it was warm enough for me to have snowball fights in my jeans, a tee, and flip-flops. I want to live in a place with SEASONS! Beautiful pictures! At 3:42 PM, SSFB said... I love the berries photo! Enter that one in your photo competition if it's not too late ;) Stay warm!!! At 7:32 PM, That Chick Over There said... THE BLACK DOG IN THE SNOW! EKKKKK! Post a Comment Newer Posts \| Home \| Older Posts	About Me Name: velocibadgergirl I'm an unrepentant science nerd. I talk too much, read voraciously, and have mostly given up swearing. I have degrees in geology and creative writing, but my job doesn't have too much to do with either. I'm married to MB, the greatest guy on the whole entire planet. We're doing our best to raise a good dog (adopted April 2008) and a happy kid (born January 2010). It's not always easy, but together we're finding our way. View my complete profile 100 Things velocibadgergirl (at) gmail dot com show hide Meta badgerbooks garden blog review blog Year of Decluttering Flickr Tumblr Twitter show hide Categorically Defined .303 bookworm 42 adventures the brachiopod family friends geekitude Internet! 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If I could just get my hands on you, Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien, they seem to say, I would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head. Other comments are more offhand, dismissive — "Nonsense." "Please!" "HA!!" — that kind of thing. I remember once looking up from my reading, my thumb as a bookmark, trying to imagine what the person must look like who wrote "Don't be a ninny" alongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson. Students are more modest needing to leave only their splayed footprints along the shore of the page. One scrawls "Metaphor" next to a stanza of Eliot's. Another notes the presence of "Irony" fifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal. Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers, Hands cupped around their mouths. "Absolutely," they shout to Duns Scotus and James Baldwin. "Yes." "Bull's-eye." "My man!" Check marks, asterisks, and exclamation points rain down along the sidelines. And if you have managed to graduate from college without ever having written "Man vs. Nature" in a margin, perhaps now is the time to take one step forward. We have all seized the white perimeter as our own and reached for a pen if only to show we did not just laze in an armchair turning pages; we pressed a thought into the wayside, planted an impression along the verge. Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria jotted along the borders of the Gospels brief asides about the pains of copying, a bird singing near their window, or the sunlight that illuminated their page — anonymous men catching a ride into the future on a vessel more lasting than themselves. And you have not read Joshua Reynolds, they say, until you have read him enwreathed with Blake's furious scribbling. Yet the one I think of most often, the one that dangles from me like a locket, was written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye I borrowed from the local library one slow, hot summer. I was just beginning high school then, reading books on a davenport in my parents' living room, and I cannot tell you how vastly my loneliness was deepened, how poignant and amplified the world before me seemed when I found on one page A few greasy looking smears and next to them, written in soft pencil — by a beautiful girl, I could tell, whom I would never meet — "Pardon the egg salad stains, but I'm in love."
	I believe in God, only I spell it Nature. — Frank Lloyd Wright

First it was fun, then it wasn't

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