obviously, I'm aiming for #3. but choices #1 and #2 are very real temptations. this worries me. I've prepared by taking precautions to steer clear of thing 1 and thing 2 so I'm just gonna cross my fingers and hope for the best.
because my project is so absolutely riveting, here's some background:
my project is on the population dynamics of a leaf-mining moth species (Cameraria sempervirensella) in the sierras. this is my study site at plumas-eureka state park:
my data:
I collected data on way too many leaves essentially looking at mine growth, survival rates, and causes of mortality among larvae on leaves under different treatments. this means that I took thousands of pictures to examine leaves one by one.
about a year after they're deposited as eggs in those leaves, the leaf-miners emerge as teeny, tiny moths that look like this:
fascinating, right? you're all reading on the edges of your seats, I know.
in addition to photographing leaves during my dozen trips to the sierras, I also had to slave away doing really arduous tasks like:
swimming in lakes:
snowshoeing across my site:
spending time with my dog:
camping in campgrounds that jake and I had all to ourselves:
oh yeah, and occasionally conducting experiments:
thesis-writing amy is sooo jealous of data-collecting amy right now. if only finishing my thesis meant reliving all that. sigh.
4 comments:
Aww, Jake. I miss him.
Seriously, I know where you live and I could randomly show up at your apartment to make sure you're busy doing thesis work. Well, I'd have to have you let me in, so I guess it wouldn't be that random.
Stop reading comments on your blog and get to work!
I'm glad to see that there isn't a new blog posting on your first day of thesis work. Way to resist!
Especially since, you know, I'm sitting in our office alone, you know. By myself. Was that an echo?
There was a seal in the bay today.
I just stayed up 1/2 hour past my bedtime (ok, it's Friday, but I'm still really tired...) reading about moth larvae.
I liked it.
I have an old mr. thesis, too. He and I became reacquainted last summer. I was hoping we'd learn to love each other again, but now it's just painfully obvious that we can't wait to go our separate ways. Good luck with the thesis push. I can commiserate!
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