Our first brush with civilization in weeks came this morning while landing at the USA’s Palmer Station, and I forgot to ask about the football scores. Rocky, the Canadian chef, apparently bets on the professional games so we get those results relatively quickly, but for the college games we’ve only had rumors that USC beat Michigan and LSU beat Oklahoma. The rest of the news I’m actually happy not to know.
Matt and I were pumping the folks at the station about how to get jobs down here, and apparently they get about 5000 applicants to fill a few hundred jobs (Palmer only has 40 people, but McMurdo and the South Pole are larger). polar.org is one outlet to apply, but like anywhere else it seems that knowing someone on the inside is almost essential. But who knows, maybe they’ll have a great need for computer programmers with janitorial experience.