kaberett: Toph making a rock angel (toph-rockangel)
Garnet schist comes first, of course - well, it has to, really: it's why I'm a geologist. Specifically, the garnet schist from the Rotmoosferner above Obergurgl, in the Oetztal in Tirol in Austria. A Google image search for Granatglimmerschiefer is indicative.

After that, I think it has to be serpentine, and particularly Lizard serpentine: it's what you get when you shove huge amounts of water through the mantle (about three times the rock volume, because you need to carry away the waste product from the chemical reaction too...). There's relatively few places where significant quantities are exposed at surface level - ophiolites are weird and rare things, and we're still not quite sure how they happen. Kynance Cove, Cornwall is my favourite exposure - it's six miles along the coast path from home, in at least one sense of home, and it's that stretch that I could pretty much walk with my eyes closed. (But it's a different stretch that has the amazing green-and-purple not-exactly-augengneiss outcropping down the sides of a headland atop which is an Iron-age fort, and I'm very fond of that, too.)

Blueschist is quite fun, for all it's metamorphic, in that it's actually blue. Along a similar theme, labradorite is gorgeous - and it's a feldspar, of the same class of mineral as plagioclase feldspar, which is always and forever my favourite mineral to look at under cross-polarised light, because PINSTRIPES.

I've got soft spots for every rock series I've ever worked on - the Borrowdale Volcanic Group; the Soufriere Hills Volcano; my current grab-bag of ocean island basalts - but at the end of the day what it probably comes down to for me, if I had to pick one only, is garnet-bearing granite. Because - granites are full of plag, and they're igneous, and you can do all sorts of fun science on them; and they're gorgeous; and, well, garnets. Garnets are, as I say, the reason I'm a geologist.
kaberett: Toph making a rock angel (toph-rockangel)
+ my mother is home from a week hiking - I'd been really missing her - and she very nearly the first thing she did after getting in the door was go rummaging through her backpack to show me the rocks she'd brought back. And damn does she have good taste - in addition to a bunch of really pretty stuff, there were three that wouldn't be out of place in the reference specimens collection for second-years in my old department. (One garnet-bearing amphibolite - seriously, the whole bloody matrix was dark amphibole needles; one specimen of a unit boundary between calcareous deposits + mudstone, all heavily metamorphosed; and one staggeringly beautiful hand specimen-scale example of garnet pressure shadows - the garnet's fairly well developed, about two inches diameter, hosted in Glimmerschiefer [sorry, I've forgotten the English, it's one up from shale], with astonishing green chlorite in the pressure shadow to either side. I cannot even. Garnet pressure shadows happen because they're Really Bloody Hard and very difficult to deform, so you get little protected areas either side where the squooshier minerals have wrapped around 'em.)

+ my baby brother ran his half-marathon and finished in - I think I remember correctly - 1h52. Between them, they've raised very nearly £13.5k for the East Anglian Air Ambulance (and at least £250 of that has come in since they finished!). One of the team came in at 1h21, 19th (out of over 500 people entered)! This resulted in me giving him a foot massage at the dinner table, after dessert - he started out Deeply Sceptical, but ended up asking me to explain how I'd done it so that he could carry on with it himself...! (I get a lot out of physical contact, within certain parameters - hurrah autism, all else aside - and being able to make people feel better is a Really Big Deal to me, in this as in cooking.)

+ Papa - my maternal grandfather - phoned up specifically to ask if I knew about the big geological news this week, and to offer me the newspaper clipping on the topic. I jumped at the chance, and also at his offer to read the article to me - because he thought of me, and he phoned me, and he loves me for all that our last phone conversation degenerated into a monologue about The Awful Queers (no, I'm not out to him), and - I hadn't actually read any of the details yet, and the fact that I'd had the paper open in tabs since it went around the facebook geologists yesterday is really neither here nor there compared to the fact that he loves me. We've seventy years and a lot of life experiences and a good deal of politics between us, and yet-- and yet.

This got long. This is good. )

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