© copyright 2003 Michael P. Hamilton, Ph.D.


A day in my life #1


To: SandraC@ctr.com

From: michael.hamilton@ucr.edu

Date: December 12, 1995

Subject: A day in my life...


0600: Good Morning...I'm going to try something different

today, as long as you are going to be somewhat desk and net-bound.

How would you like to spend the day with me? I now have an

Apple NEWTON, a portable computer that I carry and send email

via a cellular telephone. It even recognizes my handwriting

(most of the time). Talk about the Nineties! When do you think

the brain implants are going on sale at Computerland?


0715: Hopped out of shower, now are the kids ready for school?

YES!!! Snowed about an inch last night, winter is finally here -- yea!

Warm up the van, think about new snow tires, slide down the

road and off to school.


0820: Back in the saddle (keyboard). Upload time for the NEWT.

Works like a charm, thank you Apple, some of your toys are so

tech! Second cup of Java. Thinking about my day, check the James

Reserve voice mail, looking at a beautiful sunrise over the south ridge,

mist growing off the trees, brilliant rainbow reflections off of water

droplets on every needle on every tree, so fine.


Want to see a nerdy, conservative picture of yours truly? check out

http://cnas.ucr.edu/~bio/nrs.html. I'll send you some of my favorite

bookmarks if you want? Are you using Netscape? OOPS, the phone...


0900: Just finished writing about 10 replies to various email

messages. Long ago my email correspondence exceeded my other

forms of exchanging messages with people (telephone, SLUGmail, FedEx).

I think its time to head for the Reserve. In case it wasn't obvious

when you last visited, I have my main office at home, with a

reserve phone line that rings in both places, a dedicated data

line for DARWIN, and everything that is computer-related stuffed

into nooks and crannies. Important books and papers are here, but

about 2,000 books and 8,000 reprints are in Lolomi Lodge. I usually

go to the Reserve in the morning until about 1:30pm, then head home

for lunch and in time to pick up the kids at 2:15pm. Our measly snowfall

is melting and beginning to "rain" from the trees.


1000: Reserve is peaceful. No one around. About 48 degrees, light wind,

clear. Nice. Checked the buildings, one dead mouse in a trap (serves

him right -- stealing peanut butter). Watered the plants, you should see

my Christmas cactus, totally pink with blossoms, right on schedule.

No messages. Chop a little fire wood (warms you twice). Time to go on a bird walk.


1145: Sitting on top of the world! You should see the mountains, everything

white above 7,000 feet. Clear, occasional gust then calm. Mountains are really

islands today, clouds at about 4,500 feet covering the low lands like waves across

the sea. Listening to Canyon Wren cascading voices, watch ravens soaring,

Audubon's warblers looking for tiny insects, yellow rumps waggling,

mammal tracks galore, squirrels, mice, bobcat, fox, coyote. No lion

tracks. A small cloud keeps coming closer...closer...closer...at 50 feet

away it begins to dissolve into wispy vapor, like a singing kettle, but without

the noise. Extreme quiet, can hear a train moving along the interstate, 30

miles away (low rumbling infrasound really carries). No one at the Lake

Fulmor, too cold for fishing I guess. Acorn woodpeckers, white headed

woodpecker, WOW a belted kingfisher at the lake! Hippest feather-doo of

any of the birds. I bet Carl will dye his hair that color some day.


1330: Back at the Reserve office. Not a very good bird list. I guess the

birds haven't defrosted from yesterdays storm. Perhaps tomorrow

they will be more active. Time to hit the road.


1500: Picked up the kids at school and now we're home.

Checked email, I'm glad you are enjoying this. More phone

messages and email to reply, and time to help Caitlin

with homework.


1620: I need to upload this and run some errands. I'll check in

later, and hopefully write a little epilog to this day in my life. Take care,

it was GREAT having you with me today.

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