Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Bieber Fever

So I’ve been here in Trinidad for nearly a week, and I’m beginning to settle in. I’ve had 3 full work days at the time of this composition, and probably more by the time that this actually gets published. The rest of the group returned from their vacation on Tobago and our party of two here at the house quickly became a party of nine-plus. Stephanie, stayed home from Tobago to pick me up from the airport, Erin, Katie, Corinne, Nicole, Katherine, Will, Mike, and I have all been working on the Guppy mark-recapture project, and Brett, Karen, Keely and Andy have been working on other parts of the project. I’ve started to get to know everyone a little bit, feeling out personalities using my standard barometer of the poop joke. In my 23+ years I’ve found that you can find out a whole lot about a person by their response to a poop joke.
The living arrangement here is typical of a developing country in a tropical location, with our house having lots of large windows with screens and steel bars, mostly concrete/cinderblock construction. I share a room with two other guys, and I have a large mosquito net above my bed, which I haven’t used to date, but I think I am going to start, because I think that I’m getting a little bit up during the night. And speaking of getting bit up, I’ve pretty much come to terms with the fact that I’m going to get Dengue fever. There isn’t any prevention and there isn’t really any cure except to wait it out. But I’m getting bit a lot during the day by the type of mosquitoes that carry it, so it might just be a matter of time… I hope not. We have a nice view of the ridge across the river, and although our view is a little limited it is really nice to see the jungle trees and some nice tropical birds. Sometime soon I’ll try to take a few photos.

On a side note, someone just turned on “Hips Don’t Lie” by Shakira as I am writing this. I just thought that everyone should be aware.

Anyway, here’s a little bit on what I’m doing here in Trinidad. I am part of a team who goes to a number of streams and catches guppies. Yes, the same guppies that you can buy at the pet store, although these are a bit less colorful, but I think that some of the ones we catch are way more impressive than the ones you can buy in the store. Once we catch the guppies, we put them in bottles and bring them back to our lab (just a room off the side of our house) where we mark each fish with an injection of colorful plastic under its skin, weigh it, measure it and take a photo. Once we do that, we take the fish back to the stream where we caught it and release it in order that we can catch it again. The most basic point of our project is to track the life history of the guppies over generations. I’m still a little fuzzy, but if I understand the most basic point of the project, it is to demonstrate that evolution can happen very quickly. We see the evolution in the changing of life histories. Females will have lots of small babies in an environment with high predation, and in areas of low predation they will have few babies but they will be large, with a better chance of survival. In biology this is known as R selected vs. K selected. (just the jargon for two strategies of reproduction). I’m getting the hang of what is going on, and I’m feeling not so lost during field days and in the lab preparing, which is good I think. It’s been a while since I’ve been the new guy and not had any company.

While adjusting, I’ve found it hard to have my camera out and taking photos, although I did get to the field and take a few.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Bill Gates, Donald Trump.... LET ME IN

Whew. Well I’m here. It was quite a long day. It really was fine except for a McDonald’s filet o fish replacing a double cheese mix up in Dallas. And of course the immigration fiasco in Port of Spain…
I started my day off well, I got to the airport in St. Louis in plenty of time, said goodbye to Mom and headed off toward security, where I was sure that they would make me take my camera out of my bag and explain to them what it was. But they didn’t, thank God. And I was on to my first flight of the day, St. Louis to Dallas. No problem. I got to Dallas, had to take the “Airtrain” to another terminal, and decided to pick up some lunch. This is where the Filet o Fish fiasco happened. Actually not that big of a deal, it probably didn’t ever really reach fiasco status. And then I was on the next plane, this time a 777 instead of a MD80, and on my way to Miami. I liked the 777… it had a bit more room than the other two. I got to  Miami, had to do a quick terminal change, no big deal, and then I called a few people and said some goodbyes, as telephone is probably not happening for me for a while. I was on the plane, a 757, bound for Port of Spain, Trinidad. 757s suck if you’re taller that 5’4” by the way. The flight was fine. It was actually pretty cool to fly over Puerto Rico and see all the lights. There were a ton of baseball diamonds lit up. (cue grandpa voice) It reminded me of my playing days.
We touched down in Trinidad, and I was feeling pretty good, but then there was a bad omen. The health inspector was not there to meet the plane to collect the proper paperwork. So we waited at the gate for 10 minutes. Minor in the scheme of things to come…
I went to the line marked visitor at immigration, waited, and waited, and waited. And it was finally my turn. So I went to the officer, gave him my passport and slip, and told him what the purpose of my visit was. He looked at the slip, saw I was staying 88 days, and decided to have his supervisor call the place where I was to stay. Which, as it turns out, is not actually where I am staying. But anyhow, they took my passport and told me to wait. So I waited. And waited longer. And longer. And longer. And finally the guy told me that he needed someone from the University of the West Indies (located on Trinidad) to call and tell them I was legit. Which is a problem, because I only had one name of someone from the University of the West Indies, and it I only had her office telephone number, and she has no idea who I am…
So after making frantic phone calls via skype, (thank God I had my computer and there was some sort of free internet), I got a hold of the person who was picking me up (thank God she didn’t leave) and showed the immigration people that I did indeed have a return ticket to the US in December, and dropped a couple of names, the let me into the country.

But only for two weeks.

I have to go back to immigration and show them the proper paperwork, and to be honest, I am not really sure what the proper paperwork is. So hopefully they do not kick me out of Trinidad in 2 weeks.

Bed time.

View from our front porch