For the next week, give or take a day, my wife and I will be hobbling along the full 135km length of Hadrian’s Wall in northern England, pork pie in one hand and well-thumbed Ordnance Survey route map in the other.
As I’m sure you’ve already spotted, this raises 3 questions. Who was Hadrian? Why did he have a wall? Where is the wall? And why would I want to hike it? OK, that’s 4 questions.
Blogging is
a lonely business. I sit in the urbancrows eRookery (my home office), writing and
posting, day in, day out with only my elderly, arthritic dog snoring at my feet
to keep me company. But I know you’re out there. I know I’m not actually alone. I know lots of you are
reading “What Is A Geologist?” and then moving on to something more interesting,
back to your fun-filled lives watching Celebrity Big Brother, or Episode 4 of
Chernobyl.
That’s why I love it when someone subscribes via the cryptic little window on the right, over there –have a look. I get all tingly thinking that something I’ve written might be making someone chuckle for a few seconds and forget the daily humdrum for a minute or two.
Did you know there’s tons of other pieces on the urbancrows blog? A piece on Crystal Power, that delves way back to the origins of my interest in geology. Or how about the whole category about my interest in classical music, where Thomas Tallis (amongst others) gets a pump? Scared of being mugged by itinerant chickens? You’re not alone. Plus an entire category, The Mining Biz, devoted to demystifying the fog of terminology that clouds the junior mining business.
You have Nothing To Fear But Boredom
Take a look at the other categories before you head-off. You might be surprised at some of the amazingly dull stuff I’ve written. And I take requests too. Seriously. Fancy an irreverent look at a subject dear to your heart? Drop me a line through the Comments window and I might take you up on it.
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“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens.
“This is worse than a divorce. I’ve lost half my net worth and I still have a wife.”
Anonymous Stock Trader.
Some things are inevitable. Death. Taxes. Sagging testicles. Gout. And market downturns: 4 of the last 19 years have seen hefty declines on the big boards.
The junior resource markets are mired in the absolute worst of times. It’s hard to remember when raising money was so difficult. First-time resource investors could be forgiven for thinking that losing money is the new normal. Nose pressed to the glass of the fancy restaurant windows, they stare wistfully at the caviar-gobbling wealthy inside who avoided mining stocks and bought cannabis instead.
Geology students are trained to identify the commonest rock- and ore-forming minerals. It’s a vital skill for professional geologist. Sulphides, silicates, oxides, phosphates; we slog through dozens of them in our petrology labs, learning to identify the important ones using properties like colour, hardness, lustre (the way it shines or doesn’t), cleavage (how they split), density and such. As a kid, I loved this aspect of geology and by my early teens I could already identify the most common economic minerals such as galena (lead), sphalerite (zinc), chalcopyrite (copper), hematite (iron) and the flashier oxides and carbonates like malachite, rhodocrosite and azurite.
I Was Conned
But lately I’ve had this
nagging feeling that I was conned at University in my undergraduate days. I
missed out on an entire earth-science discipline, and I’m still stewing over
it. I touched on this feeling of disquiet in an earlier post (Crystal
Power).
In a futile attempt to scratch the itch, I decided to take a deeper look at the mineral properties we should’ve been learning about; the ones that haven’t made the mainstream textbooks yet. More’s the pity because I think these could be far more diagnostic and helpful to field geologists, particularly geologists with inter-dimensional Kundalini issues or Chakratic aura problems.
If you asked me to list my Top 10 “go to” classical music pieces, I’d start by opening up iTunes and taking a gander at what I’ve listened to the most. High up the list you’ll see Bach (Chaconne), Tallis (anything), Pärt (Magnificat), the incredibly romantic middle movement from Chopin’s piano concerto #1, and Beethoven’s violin concerto –in short, a real mix from across the centuries and all stuff that I go back to time and time again.
One genre that’s under-represented is Baroque, a style probably most closely associated with German (Bach) and Italian (Vivaldi) composers. Bach’s the best known and the most accomplished composer of the Baroque era, rightfully revered as an astonishing musical innovator. Whilst I love much of his music, particularly the solo violin and cello works, I couldn’t listen to the entirety of the Goldberg piano variations in one sitting; there’s a bit too much mathematical twiddling around for me to maintain focus for more than 20 or so minutes.
Despite my lonely role as the solitary occupant of the urbancrows e-rookery, from time to time I do get to celebrate a small win; some minor success that I can share with regular readers. And so it is, I’m happy to report that the esteemed mining newspaper, The Northern Miner, recently published 2 of my stories about Pakistan. They appear in the Odds and Sods column and are linked below.
A shout-out and big thank you to John Cumming, the dashingly handsome and discerning Editor-in Chief of the Northern Miner -a fellow geologist and deep thinker- who spotted my obvious story-telling talents. Or, more likely, he needed a few hundred words to fill up page 4 and was clutching at straws for content when my desperate-for-any-attention e-mails arrived.
A good tour guide who can educate, amuse and engage all at once is a rare beast. Take Billy Beefeater, for example, a former combat medic with the Royal Army Medical Corp. who insults large groups of tourists at various scenic spots around the Tower of London. The man is a comic genius. He knows his audience; he knows his subject inside out -lopped off heads and disembowelled traitors- and his delivery is split-second. He’s so good, I’m guessing he could make a useful living as an in-demand after-dinner speaker if he ever decided that professional tourist-abuse was losing its lustre. If you ever decide to visit the Tower, find out what time his tour starts. You won’t regret it.
A bad tour guide can turn any tourist attraction into 30 minutes of living hell. Fascinating history can be rendered anemically dull, and amazing architecture becomes mere detail, lost in the background as you’re herded from one boring stop to another, learning nothing in the process. But every so often, I’ve come across guides who are so spectacularly bad, so completely uninformed, you can’t help but admire them for trying, even though you know full well it’s going to go hideously wrong at some point.
In an earlier blog post, I took an unpleasant but necessary dive into the murky waters of earth science to ask the question “What Is A Geologist?” All very useful if you spot one in the wild, but it left many questions unanswered. At the top of the ask-list is something you’ll hear whispered by the senior management of every major mining company. Skulking in Blenz in Bentall #5, sipping on their triple shot, half-sweet, non-fat, caramel macchiatos with extra soy foam, contemplating the latest quarterly compensation figures, someone finally looks around the group and asks: “What the bloody hell do our geologists do anyway?”
Not to worry. Urbancrows is here to help with Part 1 of an interminably long series of posts “Things Geologists Do.” I promise by the end of the series you’ll have a renewed appreciation for them. You’ll gasp at their daily trials, and you’ll end up pushing HR to big-up their annual salary increment. Really.
What follows is an edited version of my monthly junior mining update to the members of the carnivorous stock picking club informally known (for this month anyway) as the “Lows and Lowers”. The usual disclaimers.. all names of members have been removed and some of my more abusive comments have been diplomatically edited out. The update is firmly tongue in cheek so don’t take it personally if you work for one of the companies I’ve mentioned. Consider it a free daily dose of sarcasm. PS: may involve swearing.
So here we go…
Greetings Stock pickers,
I’ve just about recovered from the trauma of watching Liverpool beat Spurs in the God-awful Champions League final. As one wag on Twitter noted, he chose the wrong game to introduce some American friends to footie. Can you imagine paying good money just to see 2 top-flight teams stand around for 90 minutes, trying desperately not to get a shot on goal? Things were briefly livened-up by the appearance of a Spanish-style streaker. Beats the usual fat, red, drunk bloke from Newcastle that we English always seem to get in EPL games. Doesn’t the security guy look happy?
Crows are smart. How smart? Pretty bloody clever if you ask me. Their ingenuity never fails to impress.
Last weekend I hosted a boozy dads’ weekend at our cabin up near Pemberton. I don’t mean a weekend for alcoholic dads. I mean it was a boozy weekend for dads, and we played lots of cribbage, charred meat on a BBQ, and talked rubbish into the night.
Just down the lake from our place is the local Mr Fixit, Mark. He lives there all year round, and looks after three cabins for their owners; gardening, fixing stuff that falls down or drops off, and generally taking good care of his little piece of lake side.