making a lie of my journal subtitle

[ritaxis]

First Flush training this morning and this afternoon I get a free entry to Long Marine Lab for being so good. And right now, I'm writing the final set piece for the suitable lover, the first time I've worked on it since the last time the computer went south.

This year I'm team captain for the Merced outfall. My team and I went up there to scope the place out and discuss where to collect the water samples from. It's not obvious, because the culvert ends in a pile of riprap on the cliff. There's a wee opening in the riprap, into which the five gallon bucket will barely fit. After that? cliff, rocks, and the bay. We considered trying for a more open spot down the cliff and I suddenly realized these were the rocks where one of my former students was swept away by a big wave during a rather mediocre winter storm. So we don't want to go down the cliff when it's raining.

But the dog thinks I'm useless. Laters for you, pooch.

Also, my friend Anton has as a running joke the scenario of a crew coming into an office claiming to be there to replace the yellow ink on all the printers, because you hardly ever use any yellow ink!

Apparently, flesh tones use a hell of a lot of yellow ink. We're out again.