We figure we have begun to really lose it, now. We have moved beyond the relatively-sane world of field songs, and into the realm of field haiku. One of the geolgists here, Mike, takes this as indication that we really are crazy, and need to start spending more time with dumb people. Anyway.

We had a freakishly weak day - Day 65, I believe it was (Day 345 LAC), when we began chanting "go, mitochondria, go!" hoping to boost our energy levels. We each wrote a haiku to that wonder of cellular metabolism, the substance that keeps us all going, ATP.

Heidi's verse:

endless energy
adenosine triphosphate
gone; blown with the wind

Kathryn's:

impulse speed only
adenosine triphosphate
gone; no more reserves

One of our least favourite pieces of field equipment is a small depth sounder that we have renamed the DEF sounder (Device of Extreme Frustration), that seems to take great delight in giving us either blank screen or ones populated only by error dashes. Kathryn has also immortalised it in poetry:

measuring only
the depth of my frustration
argh! three lines of death