skiskyrock

Here is pic of the St. Helens crater taken from Camp Muir on Rainier on 9/25. I remeber thinking it would suck to be there if it blew again.

Damn, now I'll never get to make it with any of the cool girls.

When I worked for Hersheys back in '92 we knew how to make Swoops, and they thought about marketing them to compete w/ potato chips. There were two drawbacks 1) potato chips don't cost $20/bag and 2) eating them like potato chips results in taking in an amount of sugar that would put a horse into a diabetic coma. Cool to know they are on the market, finally.

Some species of shrew are venomous.

In no particular order Illusions -Richard Bach Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance - Robert Pirsig Naked Lunch -William Burroughs Neuromancer - Wiliam Gibson The Lord of the Rings -J.R.R. Tolkien The Cuckoos Egg -Clifford Stoll A Fire Upon the Deep -Vernor Vinge The Monkeywrench Gang -Edward Abbey Homage to Catalonia -George Orwell 1984 -George Orwell Farenheit 451 -Ray Bradbury

In '96 I was hiking in the White Mountains of New Hampshire with a group of friends. We knew there was a good size storm brewing , but we were equipped, so we went on our planned hike anyway. When we got above the treeline we had winds of 60-70 mph, with gusts to 100 (typical fall weather for the Mount Washington area). We were near the summit (mt Lafayette or Lincoln) when we came to a notch that was funneling the wind over the crest of the ridge. It was blowing so hard we could see watervapor condensing out of the air into streamers of mist as it went through the gap. We decided to go across one at a time, and I was bringing up the rear. As I was waiting for the guy ahead of me to cross, I got the distinct feeling that something out in the storm knew I was there, but couldn't quite see me and I couldn't see it. I felt that if I stayed a little longer and waited for just the right moment we would be able to see each other through the violence of the storm. It was a strange and eerie feeling , but not threatening. The wind dropped a bit and I hurried across the gap. I found out later that a climber had frozen to death in that gap a few years earlier.

I took scuba lessons and a static line course at the same time. The open water course was at Bainbridge quarry in PA, and I was doing SL at Maytown. By air they are maybe a mile and a half apart. We used to fly over the quarry on the climb to altitude. It took a bit of careful scheduling to avoid getting the bends during a skydive.

That has been know for at least a century. The refractive index of something is the ratio of the speed of light in the something to the speed of light in vacuum. The speed in the medium is always less than that in vacuum. This causes a beam of light to bend at a sharper angle when it goes into water at an angle. What they've discovered recently is that things can have a negative refractive index, so the light beam tends to bend at a shallower angle than it went in at.