Internships can be weird. For a couple months they become your life. Eight hours a day, five days a week, you become totally enveloped in the working life. You work on problems that while fun are totally different from school problems. Tests go away and are replaced by presentations. Your boss doesn't care if you understand so long as everything works. And then your termination date comes and just like that you go back to the rest of life. By day lazy math student and by night lazy government employee.
The good news is that we will be coming back to Utah. Livermore is great but I feel bad that Kelcy doesn't know too many people here. Besides we're living the high life in Provo. Between the two of us we have four siblings and four siblings-in-law, two nieces, and one nephew in the Provo/Orem area. Not to mention some best friends in Spanish Fork and some parents in Salt Lake. And to top it off between family and friends we have a veritable wave of babies. Now off to make sure that Kelcy doesn't go and get baby fever...
In the meantime Kelcy and I have discovered that we are book addicts. We've been demolishing books at a rate of one or two a week. And we're not talking some pansy speed reading tear through the pages reading, but rather a read out loud to each other until we fall asleep reading. So we've been collecting a small library here in Livermore to go along with the large library we have in Utah. It's got me thinking about getting a Kindle or something.
Pros: I can't stand clutter. If you buy enough books (probably about 30) it would pay for itself and everything thereafter would be cheaper. Also think of the extinct frogs living in the rainforests. The Frogs!
Cons: You don't have the book to put on your shelf. Also it's a sizable upfront purchase.
If anyone has experience with a Kindle or whatever please let me know what you think. Thanks.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Mobster Lifestyle
This past week has been a really busy one, which only kind of explains why we haven't posted on our blog in a long time. We had our California reception on the 26th of June and then my mom stayed for a couple of days after that. Mom and I drove into San Fransisco, which was a little scary for me because I'm just getting good at driving Nathan's manual car and didn't know how I'd handle the infamous hills of San Fran. Turns out the way to Ghiradelli square, which is where we went, is along the shore line and there weren't really any hills to get there. Unfortunately they don't let anyone tour their facilities anymore, they just have some shops and a little exhibit about a couple steps of chocolate making, but we had a good time anyway and got some good chocolate to share with everyone.
A couple days later we went to visit Nathan's friend Jeremy in Berkeley. Berkeley was a really fun town, all artsy-fartsy collegey kind of town. There are also lots of hills. We had a little trouble finding this building in which we were to meet his friend, but we did in the end. We were planning on going downtown by bus, but we were informed that the last bus would get us downtown, but with no way of getting back up and we weren't about to climb all those hills back up to the car. If you don't know Nathan's car, you should know that it has two seats. And we had three people. Jokingly someone said that they would ride in the trunk and I thought, I'm fairly flexible and skinny, maybe I can fit. So we tried it. It was kind of fun for me to see if I could fit, but Nathan was really nervous. I fit fairly comfortably, it was just dark and hot. I convinced them that I'd be fine and they shut me in, much to Nathan's discomfort, and we ended up driving about ten minutes to a parking space a little ways from the pizza place we were heading to. It was an interesting ride, and really not all that bad. At least now I know that if I'm kidnapped and forced into a trunk, which most all trunks will be larger than Nathan's, they won't have to break my legs or anything to fit me in. I wonder if Nathan and Jeremy felt like mobsters who were taking me to the boss or something.
A couple days later we went to visit Nathan's friend Jeremy in Berkeley. Berkeley was a really fun town, all artsy-fartsy collegey kind of town. There are also lots of hills. We had a little trouble finding this building in which we were to meet his friend, but we did in the end. We were planning on going downtown by bus, but we were informed that the last bus would get us downtown, but with no way of getting back up and we weren't about to climb all those hills back up to the car. If you don't know Nathan's car, you should know that it has two seats. And we had three people. Jokingly someone said that they would ride in the trunk and I thought, I'm fairly flexible and skinny, maybe I can fit. So we tried it. It was kind of fun for me to see if I could fit, but Nathan was really nervous. I fit fairly comfortably, it was just dark and hot. I convinced them that I'd be fine and they shut me in, much to Nathan's discomfort, and we ended up driving about ten minutes to a parking space a little ways from the pizza place we were heading to. It was an interesting ride, and really not all that bad. At least now I know that if I'm kidnapped and forced into a trunk, which most all trunks will be larger than Nathan's, they won't have to break my legs or anything to fit me in. I wonder if Nathan and Jeremy felt like mobsters who were taking me to the boss or something.
Bazookas?
I don't know if anyone else has seen these signs.... I'm a little unsure what they're supposed to mean. Do speeders get gunned down? Have a missile launched at them? I see this sign every time I drive to pick Nathan up from work and I always wonder what it really means. I'm almost tempted to speed and find out.
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