Somehow I didn’t picture New Zeeland as a country capable of producing anything remotely close to cold. I escaped the wintery landscapes of Sweden about seven months ago, and landed on the islands at the end of the world in mid summer. Life was good, the beer was cold and intranasal goo had changed from its icy crystallised form to a more pleasant slimy consistency.
Now the winter has arrived, and though it’s not as bad as in Sweden, it’s bloody cold. On top of it I have my final exams coming up, which means that I’m not only in need of an indoor activity, but also some effective means of procrastination. So I’ve decided to enter the blogosphere.
I guess I realised that I was a skeptic when I was about fifteen years old – about thirteen years ago – when I met my first mentor in close-up magic. He was the one who introduced me to the work of James Randi and the magazine Skeptical Enquirer. Since then I guess you might say I’ve been a skeptic in hibernation.
Every weekday I travel for about three and a half hours to and back from the University in Auckland, we’re I’m currently studying my third year of nursing. To make the best of these long hours I started to check out some podcasts to pass the time with. After a couple of months I found The Skeptics’ Guide to The Universe and was hooked after the first episode. I started reading up on current science events for the first time in years and found to my surprise that I had become passionate about learning more about physics, chemistry, biology, astronomy and everything else scientific.
To crown the day I took a 8th grade science test:
O yeah baby! If I was in 8th grade, I would be the wiz kid! Or maybe just that overgrown old fart in the corner who no one wants to play with.
I don’t care, cause my science teacher still tinks me kewl.