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I’ve finally caught up on sleep so there’s no excuse for not posting anything. Reflecting on the conference, I’m not sure which anecdotes are most worth sharing. I doubt its really worth recapping the whole conference, so I’ll just share my favourite memory:
The puffins are adorable. I’m totally anthropomorphizing, but they just seem like if they were people, they’d be the sort of friends that would never have a bad thing to say about anybody and when you go out for coffee together they’d ask how you’re doing and you’d plunge into and wallow in all your neuroses and they’d reassure you that you really are terrifically good-looking and intelligent and funny and they’d be so sincere and earnest that you would actually believe them.
This is all based on the impressions I got after watching them perch on rocks.
Anyhow. The puffins. They mate for life, which apparently can exceed 40 years. Can you believe it? I hit six months in a relationship and I’m patting myself on the back. Also, they eat tiny, shiny fish, whose name escapes me, and they catch them by diving down deep into the ocean (and I forget how deep, although this information was also relayed to me). I have just cheated by looking on Wikipedia and found out that on average, a puffin can fit 10 fish in its mouth at one time, but the largest amount of fish ever recorded in a puffins mouth is 62. They must have been small fish. Seriously. Puffins aren’t that big – I’d say about housecat sized. I cannot imagine Sal with 62 fish in his mouth. But I digress. So the puffin’s out on the water eating fish, cavorting with other puffins and having a grand old time when it becomes apparent to him that it’s time to take off and go somewhere else. Where? I don’t know – it’s not for me to question the ways of the puffin – but in any case, the puffin attempts to take off. Unfortunately, puffins are disposed to consuming so many fish that they cannot take off, and instead can only flap furiously along the surface of the water, almost but not quite achieving liftoff, and look ridiculous (but adorable) in their frustration. That was the best part of my trip.
The noble puffin. I didn't take this picture.
Also, there's whales. I saw them. They were humpback whales, but I couldn't see enough of them to determine the shape of their backs. I know I should be like, "Oooh, whales, they're so noble," or something, but compared to a puffin? Come on.
I'm finalizing my arrangements to Argentina. I am trying to not be alarmed by the Canadian government's travel website, which has informed me that I may be kidnapped or robbed by people with weapons. This would seem like less of an intimidating trip if I a) knew someone there or b) knew some of the language beyond 'taco' and 'burrito.' I don't even know if there will be tacos there, in which case I don't know how I'll order food.
Back from Newfoundland. It is so, so beautiful. Writing later, for now, pictures. The memory card in my camera bit it so these pictures are from Helen Newton. Click pics to enlarge.
Below: view of St. John's from Signal Hill
The lighthouse. Before my memory card died, I had about 75 million pictures of the lighthouse. It's a nice lighthouse.
The crack of doom. If you ever go to St. John's, you have to go do the Signal Hill walk. It's beautiful - it's so big, and the rocks you're walking down through just tower above you so it's hard to capture it in a photograph. This neat little crevice is towards the end of the walk and it's huge - it's too deep to see where it ends, and it's maybe 75-100 ft high.
Melina, me, Ariel and Jan hanging out in Helen's posh room. The SCVMA students were put on the super-executive-deluxe floor of the Delta, where fruit and cheese platters were apparently just lying around.
And finally...my favourite thing about Newfoundland...the puffin.
hail the noble puffin.