At the very late (or perhaps very early) hour of 1:30AM, my group and I headed to Morehead for observation. While waiting on images with long exposure times, my group definitely stayed on task, and although our asteroid was too dim to offer its path, we generally had clear pictures. A bit of small talk about stress dreams later, I time-skipped to around 11AM (via a little-known technique called sleeping). Shortly after getting up, I went down to Chase for “lunch.” When I returned to Old West, I noted the clothespin looming just above my name on the chores chart before cleaning my room. After relaxing for a bit, it was time for Sunday activities.
Unfortunately, the hike I was planning to go on was canceled. Still, exploring all of the exhibits in the Ackland Art Museum instead was nice (though the walk there under the scorching sun wasn’t). I appreciated the sculptures and patterned pottery, tried not to be too confused by the modern art pieces, and explored some intricate portraits and detailed landscapes. Somewhere in the middle, I noticed a painting of somewhere in the middle of Breezewood, PA:
Even though I’m from Philadelphia, it still reminded me of being home in the familiar, crushing gray of a city. The abundant greenery here is a nice change of scenery though. Over dinner, we talked for a bit about what would be the last events in our universe: black dwarf supernovae. Perhaps more importantly, what will be the last event of SSP? I can’t say, but I’d like to think that I’m more likely to live through that than the end of the universe. Possibly the most fundamental constant at SSP is computer lab time. Turns out that only having a few hours to do work on a computer means you properly focus. It also turns out that a few too many problem sets means a reasonable bit of collaboration. There’s a solid rhythm to SSP, despite what the chaos of 1:30AM observations may suggest.
For tomorrow, I’m looking forward to the field trip to the Triangle Universities Nuclear Laboratory. Hopefully there’s light at the end of that TUNL. . .
-Vincent
