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You can be,
After all,
You are.
You can be,
Total,
No more.
But, would yawanna,
Dwindle…
Lesser?
Who’d wanna,
Terminal,
Temper?
Don’t wannbe,
Dismal,
For sure.
Luckily, it’s easy,
For me to be,
Me.
I appreciate,
Being fortunate,
Won’t consolidate,
My love.
I reiterate,
It’s a great fate,
To procreate,
Our love.
You can be,
What you wannabe.
Are you ready for some action?
What’ll bring ya satisfaction:
Some carbon composite,
Set in a golden ring?
Or, a certificate of deposit,
Baring interest?
Are you ready for gratification,
Why not spare the carbon,
From an inanimate thing,
Instead,
Before you’re dead…
Consider your very being?
After all,
You’ve been,
Carbon.
All your life,
You depend,
We all,
Have been,
A carbon,
Composite,
It’s our code,
Of living.
Why be catastrophic,
To allotropic,
Forcing uniform,
Forcing the norm,
Let us exist,
In more than one form!
Let’s get is straight,
About our substrate,
We’re but a minor element,
Of the Earth’s crust,
Yet, we’ve spent,
The entire trust.
Abundant,
Yet, abandoned,
Of judgement.
Been carbon,
Now… I’m just a has been.
NOTES
From Florida State University
Carbon is a nonmetallic chemical element, one of the five chemical elements that make up Group IVa of the periodic table. Elemental carbon is actually a minor component of the Earth’s crust, but it is one of the more abundant elements in the universe. Only hydrogen, helium, oxygen, neon, and nitrogen are more abundant.
This element is essential to life, its atoms forming the substrate for all the major molecules that life on Earth possible, including sugars, proteins, fats, and deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA), the molecular structure that carries the genetic code of living organisms.
Carbon is allotropic, that is, it exists in more than one form: amorphous carbon such as charcoal, coal, and coke; crystals such as graphite and diamonds; and fullerenes, a soccer ball-like arrangement of carbon atoms.
In the shadow of chaos,
Lots can be lost,
By all of us,
And, it’s not just…
A matter of things —
Our passion for possession,
No, the havoc it brings,
Runs much deeper.
(I can’t afford to be such a sleeper.)
Be forewarned,
Even remnants of an Asian storm,
Can blow you away,
On any ole day.
Be forewarned,
Once you’re airborne,
You’re airborne —
From land… torn.
Though it has no scent,
You can tell where it went,
Though it has no smell,
It’s as destructive as hell,
I mean… what the #$*&,
Blowin’ away a truck,
Though it has no feel,
It’s a real big deal,
You can’t lay eyes on it,
Only the wake of debris,
Raining over me,
It has no flavor,
For you to savor,
Only an after-taste,
That won’t quit,
In and of itself,
She’s a mute,
Very stealth,
But, those victimized,
Are quick to realize,
Her voice ain’t cute.
The sparks fly in Sparks,
As the wind,
Leaves its marks,
Showing where it’s been,
A truck toss,
With devastating loss.
People being extracted,
After being elevated,
Then… drop!
Plop!
So, watch where ya go,
Ya might blow right past Reno,
Ya never know,
Which way the wind will blow.
NOTES
From The Nevada Appeal
Trucks tossed around in Washoe wind
by F.T. Norton
December 9, 2004
WASHOE VALLEY – A Sparks man was seriously injured in one of six accidents in which tractor trailers were overturned by 75 mph winds that raced through here Wednesday morning.
Dwain Darr, 43, a driver for Crown Beverage of Sparks, was northbound on Old Highway 395 two miles south of Bowers Mansion when the second trailer on a southbound Matheson Fast Freight truck driven by William Richard Watson Jr. of Reno was pushed into the northbound lanes by the wind.
Darr’s vehicle slammed into the empty trailer about 11 a.m., ripping it apart and leaving him seriously injured, said Nevada Highway Patrol Trooper Chuck Allen. Darr underwent emergency surgery Wednesday afternoon.
Another truck that had stopped for the accident was tipped over by the wind.
Two miles south, a Swift truck was knocked over into a ditch near the intersection of East Lake Boulevard and Old Highway 395. That driver was extricated from the cab and taken to the hospital. Allen said his name and condition were not available.
He said the other accidents at Washoe Valley, three on Old Highway 395 and on Highway 395 did not result in injuries. Because of the high winds, the vehicles will not be removed until 6 this morning.
Nevada Department of Transportation spokesman Scott McGruder said reader boards at the north and south entrances to Washoe Valley warn truck and camper drivers of high winds.
Sensors on the signs allow them to automatically warn drivers when winds reach 15 mph with 30 mph gusts. A sign prohibiting trucks and campers is posted when winds reach 30 mph with gusts up to 50 mph.
Both old and new Highway 395 were closed to traffic for about 10 hours. Traffic was rerouted through the valley on East Lake Boulevard.
Alexcis Raj, training director of Horizon Commercial Truck School in Sparks, said students are taught the difference between trucks with a cargo and empty ones like the Matheson rig.
“An empty truck is a whole lot easier to blow over. When it’s airborne, it’s airborne,” he said.
During the school’s five-week course its 200 student’s are especially instructed on driving in wind.
But, Raj said, his best safety tip is common sense.
“If you’ve got a highway advisory, pull over and wait. There’s no freight in the world that’s worth delivering and losing your life over,” he said.
According to the National Weather Service, a strong Pacific storm was responsible for the strong winds. Today’s weather is expected to be partly cloudy with a southwest wind of 12 mph and a high temperature of 51 degrees.
WIND WARNINGS
Nevada Department of Transportation reader boards at the north and south entrances to Washoe Valley warn truck and camper drivers of high winds.
Sensors on the signs allow them to automatically warn drivers when winds reach 15 mph with 30 mph gusts.
A sign prohibiting trucks and campers is posted when winds reach 30 mph with gusts up to 50 mph.
Bad astronomy,
Nooo… just can’t be,
Good astronomy,
Watching over me.
Brown dwarf?
Make me barf,
You can forget,
That old midget,
You can bet,
An odd object,
Is what you get,
Tightening the Kuiper Belt.
It was not too far,
It could be felt,
A passing star,
Perturbing Sedna.
Bumped from her area,
Thrown into hysteria,
Now she’s coming,
To our inner system?
An eclectic ecliptic,
An orbit… “messed” a bit,
Will the orbit’s girth,
Collide her with Earth?
Is the sun’s companion,
Our Nemesis?
Will Oort’s pollution,
Hit… or will it miss?
Bad astronomy,
Nooo…. none for me.
Won’t sicken,
With any ‘ole Sichin.
Bad astronomy,
Nooo… just can’t be,
Good astronomy,
Watching over me.
NOTES:
John asks:
Is there a website(s) dedicated to or at least discussing the fallout/ramifications of a passing brown dwarf star, through the Ortt Cloud? There were some studies done by Univ Louisiana and the Royal Astronomical Society, back in the 90’s, suggesting that the spate of comets that we had ,were being kicked out by an unknown object about 1 ly or so out. I mean legitimate studies, or serious discussions, not “Bad Astronomy” or “Sichin”.
Thank You
Sidd replies:
sedna (an odd Kuiper Belt object) is supposed to be one body that may have been perturbed by a passing star. It is theorized that there are other such bodies whose orbital planes should be far from the ecliptic. The existence of the Oort cloud rests on analyses of long period comets, but has never yet been directly observed. The old studies you are referring to … i believe there was some speculation about a large companion body to the sun in a faraway orbit (sometimes called Nemesis) that perturbed hypothetical Oort cloud objects into orbits that passed through the inner system, but there is no real evidence for such an object. for more see the archives of sci.astro, sci.astro.research, and perhaps alt.sci.planetary (please be aware that only the second group mentioned is a moderated newsgroup, so the quality of postings on the other two groups leaves much to be desired)
if you wish, we can do some more research, but that is all i can remember off the top of my head
I thought I could depend,
On Greenland,
I don’t understand,
How’d things get so outta hand?
Mountain glacier,
Washes ashore,
West Antarctica,
Coming right at ya,
Willing to sacrifice,
Greenland’s ice,
East Antarctica?!?!?!?!
Daaaaa…
Heart attack —
Ahhhhh!
With the rising tide,
There’s no place to hide,
A brackish backlash,
Can’t take it in stride,
The divide… toooo wide.
As Tasmanian’s cancer,
Is Nightmare’s romancer,
A Frankenfish,
Scales the wall,
Escaping from,
Man’s great fall,
Yeah, we’re hot,
As our heatwave,
Sends em to their grave,
Yeah, we forgot,
What we’re not:
We’re not so good,
To know what we should,
We’re not too good,
To do what we could.
If we think of the good…
We would.
With the rising tides,
Our ride collides,
A brackish backlash,
Gotta blame it on pride,
And, my selfish inside.
Kingdom come,
Has come undone,
How dumb?
How dumb.
NOTES
John (of Bakersfield, CA) asked:
Is there a consensus on the maximum sea level rise if all the ice upon land melts ? I have heard from 175ft. to 415 ft. Anybody done an accurate study on this ? Thanks
Sidd replied:
various contributions from ice
a)mountain glaciers: 10 cm — 7 in
b)West Antarctica:500 cm — 15 ft
c)Greenland:500 cm – 15 ft
d)East Antarctica: 7000 cm — 210 ft
also other contributions from thermal expansion of the warming oceans (20 cm/degree/Km) etc…. looks like greenland is goin fast
It’s getting hard to believe,
That we won’t relieve,
I mean… I’m in disbelief,
That we won’t offer relief.
We can’t claim we’re unaware,
Undoubtedly unfair,
It’s evident,
We don’t care,
Though permanent,
It’s dismissed,
Now, we’ve misssssssed,
The boat,
Our ship came in,
But, left again.
Our chance?
Remote.
A severe circumstance,
Makes my journey,
Difficult,
A fear juggernaut,
That’s our own fault,
Gotta change our stance.
Why can’t I see?
Have I…
Grown blind,
Am I that kind?
An insight,
To help us see —
Difficult!
And, it’s our own fault.
That’s right,
You can blame me,
Or, have we all turned…
A blind eye?
Haven’t we learned?
Will it take decades to fade,
Is there enough time in a century,
To rewrite all of history?
Will it even take a decade to fade?
Please forgive my curiosity,
Sometimes it gets the best of me.
The intuition of the Inuit,
Well… they seem to have it,
Global warming gasers,
Are worse than terrorists,
Slowly killing the masses,
Because self-fulfillment,
We can’t resist,
Bringing on pain through disasters,
Bringing it on faster and faster,
All hopes being dashed,
As time passes,
All hopes… smashed,
Do you think it’s meant?
No! Don’t fade away,
Hey, hey, hey,
Don’t fade away,
Hey!
Let’s move away,
Hey, hey, hey,
From trouble stray,
Hey!
Live another day,
Hey, hey, hey,
Don’t fade away.
(repeat and fade)
You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
We don’t think much —
Unfortunately.
How about myself?
How ’bout me,
Is my offense stealth,
baby Or does it bury?
Do I flow sooooooo…
You’re up to your eyes?
Do I know so,
And, just compromise?
Compromise the principle,
And, claim “’cause I’m simple!”
You don’t stink much,
How ’bout me?
Your hole smells fine,
How ’bout mine?
We don’t think much —
Stupidity
We thought we had it made,
’til Mercury,
Threw it into retrograde.
We thought, “Made in the shade,”
’til everybody,
Spazzed n’ went into — TIRADE!
Poking each other in the eye,
Could we move any further awry?
Promoting attacks,
Or, turning our backs,
What do I care… barely?
Poked In The Eye As long as it’s not me,
That has to die,
Until I’m left standing alone,
Maybe that would bring it home?
The thought,
The idea,
That we’re in this together,
It’s brought,
To be dear,
Left with myself… forever.
Having thought it threw,
I can speak for me,
But, don’t know about you?
I’m afraid,
Of TIRADE!
No… don’t wanna see TIRADE! on parade.
I thought I smelt something bad,
In Denmark,
Maybe some Limburger cheese I had,
Left its mark?
I study the urge to meddle,
And, in fact,
It’s a craving,
I’ve been having.
Metallurgy is solid,
Something I can get my arms around,
And, it’s been found,
The science is valid,
But, meddle-URGEy,
Is riddled with variables,
Like brain surgery,
We could be left vegetables.
The art of working meddles,
And, how the huckster peddles,
Trying his best,
To sell his mess.
The art of working meddles,
Ore, separating one from other matters?
Extracting one’s responsibility,
From how it effects me.
I study the urge to meddle,
And, in fact,
It’s a craving,
I’ve been having.
NOTES
Webster’s Definition:
Metallurgy
Met”al*lur`gy, n. [F. m[‘e]tallurgie, fr. L. metallum metal, Gr. — a mine + the root of work. See {Metal}, and {Work}.] The art of working metals, comprehending the whole process of separating them from other matters in the ore, smelting, refining, and parting them; sometimes, in a narrower sense, only the process of extracting metals from their ores.