Tomorrow the anthropologist in me should be happy. I'm tagging along with the students for a weekend trip to the Waipi'o Valley where they (and presumably me too) will engage in traditional taro farming. The forecast for the weekend is thus: mud, mud, mud, and more mud. Plus (a few) mosquitoes thrown in here and there and everywhere.
Soon I will have a degree in ion chromatograph repairs and troubleshooting. This thing has some issue with the 50th state. See last year's posts for recaps on its abysmal behaviour.
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