A little about Polie culture

Trip Start Sep 09, 2008
Trip End Feb 16, 2009

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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Note:  it's kinda hard to upload photos everywhere with our shifty satellite internet, so go here for my album.

Right now I am watching the worst movie ever made.  It's called "Space Pirates," and it stars no one you've ever heard of.  The protagonists are apparently headed to the center of a galaxy in search of water, a thought so absurd it could only have been conceived, just as I was, in the 1980s.  The fun-loving gang and their robots were just captured by a band of unicorn-riding Amazon women whose leader asked specifically for Tylenol. 

I've seen some real winners, but even I wouldn't intentionally watch something this awful in the real world.  Stick yourself in the most remote location on earth, though, and you too would find yourself wandering into the Summer Camp lounge after your one-minute shower, hair frozen from the 30-second walk, to find co-workers enjoying "Space Pirates."

For whatever reason the station was running at half-speed.  I don't know really why, but we like to blame the fickle barometric altitude, which today jumped from 9,000 feet above sea level to over 11,000.  So climbing the stairs is a little harder than usual, I guess, and we all secretly sigh to ourselves and wonder how we got so fat on the most expensive food in the world, logistically speaking.  I could hear enthusiastic bustling from the gym while I enjoyed my ice cream cone and a book.

And my hair looks terrible.  Luckily, I was also very productive last night in the Art Room (when I should have been slumbering and alternately shivering and sweating in my 6'x8' plywood cell).  I now have something distinctive and, I think, clever to cover my head:  a balaclava with horns.  Little red ones.  People will see me trudging in from the white barren distance and wonder who I am, because in this climate no one has a face or hair or hands or a distinguishable walk, as we are all bundled up like Ralphie's little brother from "A Christmas Story."  So I gave myself little red horns.

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