Today I looked up pics of Athena for Hanna to show that she is a goddess. She did not take it like she is suppose to because she was unwilling to accept her god like beauty. Beauty is not a material product of peoples expectations and interpretations of an other's self. It is the manifestations of life and existence that is in everybody because they are alive, and they can love and cherish the world around them. Beauty is an expression of the deepest and most personal of decisions. This produces a comfortable essence that attracts similarly minded people and insightful experiences. These harbor on the human ability to reflect, be decisive, and direct passion. Being on this island for so long and in such great company has helped me and maybe others actualize this working definition of beauty. Plus this island is TOTES GORG! And the birdies that walk around the bathroom and hopefully don't drown in the ocean (like the one we saw today) are so cute and soft and fluffy. I like it when the sun set because it makes pretty colors that I like to imagine in my mind when I am tired and need to sleep(which I value greatly as I previously mentioned, Trisha).
Aside from the fun time on the beech and in the water with the pretty clouds and the forrest of Cowhead stingrays, there were several notable events that happened today. Initially I misspelled Mylissa's name in my last post it is no longer mylissa with a "y" she will now be referred as The Melissa who say Iki Iki tong elerup Mellisa without a Y. We had a very eventful conversation during lunch where we talked about poop and all the poop research Colt knows. We played a very interesting Thai version of rock, paper, scissors in which Sarit/Kamp/Camp and I challenged each other for the right to be the mans man. It ended in red hands and smiley faces of the bystanders who observed such a spectacular display of human resilience. This immaculate feast inspired the minds and expanded the inner most recesses of the heart. Also, it was really fun joking around and being goobbss with everyone at the table, because that was the best moments of the trip so far. The entertainment and politically correct fun was tarnished by one slightly obscene act of cultural appropriation on behalf of our illustrious instructor, Trisha Atwood. (Sorry Trisha I had to put this in here because you told me not to, but it was actually pretty funny you have to admit. For all those who I do not know of whom may or not be potentially and indirectly reading my bloggy blog posts Trisha is one of the most professional, caring, and inspiring people I have ever met and I'm honored to have the opportunity to tool around in her field, learning from her many years of experience. I also am honored to work for her and if anyone is searching for a recommendation on her, and Edd's for that matter [although he is English], I would be more than happy to provide that ).
Hannnnnnnna and I worked on our proposal for our group project, it is way better than everyone else's (just ask Trisha and Edd). Funny story, Trisha told me that she always thought I was a little shy and quiet. It's funny because that impression came from the first field outing I had with her on the Diamond Fork Project. We were with a bunch of PhD peeps and of course I was intimidated. I'm happy now that we, along with everyone else is comfortable with each other on this tinny island. Otherwise I guess we'd go crazy and eat each other. Anyways, back to what Hanna was typing for me (PS Hanna is typing for me). Our project is observing fish move from the sediment to the coral during high and low tide, and we have to wake up early in the morning...and it's kind of late...and I want sleep....and Hanna's fingers are tired typing....and I don't know what else to say in this blog other than the fact that day 6 was dope! Night ya'll