Thursday, April 30, 2009
FILTHY LUCRE!!!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
QUESTION OF THE DAY
If you were impaneled in a jury in the case of Nottingham vs. Hood, would you find Robin Hood guilty of any crimes?
Monday, April 27, 2009
KICK- INSTALLMENT #19
As the sun rose, flooding the waking woods with a yellow light, Kick swept the fire out onto the duff in front of the fireplace. He attempted to return the metal drawer, and its contents, to its slot in the chimney wall, but found that it was too heavy. So he carefully poured half the coins out onto his sweater, and by reducing its weight he was able to lift the drawer up and slide it into its slot. He left the drawer sticking out a few inches so he could drop the remaining coins in, which he did, letting them drop one by one among their brethren with a dull clink. Then he gathered his sweater, tied it around his waist, and set off in the direction of the stream, which he had heard the night before.
The stream which tumbled along over limestone ledges between slimy, moss-covered boulders was criss-crossed with downed trees and fallen limbs. It lay in the bottom of a ravine which widened towards the west where, Kick assumed, it must meet the lake. Stripping down to his waist, Kick dropped to his knees and did his best to clean himself up. It took some doing to work the dried blood out of his eyebrow and beard, and he wished again that he had a mirror. The cut on his forehead had evolved into an angry lump. Kick gingerly traced it with his fingers, and using a sleeve of his sweater, which he had dipped in the stream, he cleaned it up as best he could. He felt sick again, and also a little dizzy.
Down by the stream the mosquitoes were unbearable and the numerous fallen trees made the going tough- so Kick walked a parallel course, about a hundred feet off to one side. He followed it as best he could as it made its way down towards the lake, and after several minutes of stumbling through the woods he heard a waterfall ahead of him. Kick made his way back towards the stream, battling his way through the dense growth and the clouds of mosquitoes until he came to a cliff, where the stream crashed over and down into a brown pool before flowing out through flooded woods into the broad lake.
The stream which tumbled along over limestone ledges between slimy, moss-covered boulders was criss-crossed with downed trees and fallen limbs. It lay in the bottom of a ravine which widened towards the west where, Kick assumed, it must meet the lake. Stripping down to his waist, Kick dropped to his knees and did his best to clean himself up. It took some doing to work the dried blood out of his eyebrow and beard, and he wished again that he had a mirror. The cut on his forehead had evolved into an angry lump. Kick gingerly traced it with his fingers, and using a sleeve of his sweater, which he had dipped in the stream, he cleaned it up as best he could. He felt sick again, and also a little dizzy.
Down by the stream the mosquitoes were unbearable and the numerous fallen trees made the going tough- so Kick walked a parallel course, about a hundred feet off to one side. He followed it as best he could as it made its way down towards the lake, and after several minutes of stumbling through the woods he heard a waterfall ahead of him. Kick made his way back towards the stream, battling his way through the dense growth and the clouds of mosquitoes until he came to a cliff, where the stream crashed over and down into a brown pool before flowing out through flooded woods into the broad lake.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
"I'M BORED, DADDY."
Friday, April 24, 2009
IT'S ST RUGGLIN'S DAY! I WISH MANY UNBEARABLE FRUSTRATIONS TO YOU MY FRIENDS, AND, YEA, MAY YOUR BURDEN INDEED BE HEAVY.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
ST. RUGGLIN'S DAY IS UPON US!!!
St. Rugglin's day, another holiday unique to the Tates and their confederates, falls every year on the last Friday in April. I have big plans for my observance of the day this year.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
THE WATER TREES OF JOGUES' VALLEY
The Jogues valley lies squarely in the middle of one of the largest and most inhospitable deserts on the planet. In fact, it was not discovered until 1825 when an eccentric French adventurer named Henri Jogues returned from an expedition into the heart of the desert telling fantastic tails of a vast forest of giant trees that continually weeped, and through whose “life-giving tears” a virgin paradise was sustained and made to thrive in the midst of the desert. Jogues’ claims caused a sensation throughout Europe, but unfortunately, they were eventually dismissed as the ravings of a mad man, and funding for a return expedition dried up, when it was divulged that he suffered from an advanced case of Syphilis- a disease which, if untreated, can cause insanity among other symptoms.
It wasn’t until 1834 that the Jogues Valley was discovered a second time by a team of surveyors commissioned by the French army to map out a route for a railroad across the desert. After a month of anguished progress the team ascended what is now Mt. St. Pierre and beheld a pear shaped valley 4 miles distant that was, in the words of Lt. Paul DeLiene in a letter to his fiancé, Anne Monsi, “Quite full of enormous trees that continuously oozed water, and supported a great deal of life including me and my weary companions.”
Initially, the colonial government was at a loss to explain the source of the water. A careful and thorough search of the valley, which covers nearly 40 square miles, failed to uncover any surface water at all, and all efforts to dig wells also failed to access a subterranean aquifer despite the fact that some of the wells achieved a depth of several 100 feet! One early theory, offered by Dr. Delsond of the University at Oxford , was that the trees operated on the same principle as a fountain in that they continually recycled the same water. This theory was quickly discarded due to the obvious logical absurdities that accompany it.
It was not until 1839 that the American geologist John Tuttle discovered abundant fossil evidence that indicated the area had once been a thriving wetland, and first theorized that the trees dated to that ancient era. Tuttle theorized that as the land gradually rose, and the valley dried up, the trees’ roots sunk deeper to incredible depths as they followed the water. In support of his claim, Tuttle pointed out that although the Water trees shed vast quantities of seeds every year, no new trees were able to grow in the harsh desert climate. The sheer amount of water required daily by water trees to survive would also seem to indicate they could not have sprouted in the desert and eked out a living until its roots attained sufficient depth to draw water. This proves that the trees must have originated in a different time and under very different conditions. Initially, the scientific community found this difficult to accept as this would mean that the trees predate even nearby Mt. St Pierre, but today the nearly insurmountable evidence supporting the claim has brought about a broad consensus in support of the theory.
It wasn’t until 1834 that the Jogues Valley was discovered a second time by a team of surveyors commissioned by the French army to map out a route for a railroad across the desert. After a month of anguished progress the team ascended what is now Mt. St. Pierre and beheld a pear shaped valley 4 miles distant that was, in the words of Lt. Paul DeLiene in a letter to his fiancé, Anne Monsi, “Quite full of enormous trees that continuously oozed water, and supported a great deal of life including me and my weary companions.”
Initially, the colonial government was at a loss to explain the source of the water. A careful and thorough search of the valley, which covers nearly 40 square miles, failed to uncover any surface water at all, and all efforts to dig wells also failed to access a subterranean aquifer despite the fact that some of the wells achieved a depth of several 100 feet! One early theory, offered by Dr. Delsond of the University at Oxford , was that the trees operated on the same principle as a fountain in that they continually recycled the same water. This theory was quickly discarded due to the obvious logical absurdities that accompany it.
It was not until 1839 that the American geologist John Tuttle discovered abundant fossil evidence that indicated the area had once been a thriving wetland, and first theorized that the trees dated to that ancient era. Tuttle theorized that as the land gradually rose, and the valley dried up, the trees’ roots sunk deeper to incredible depths as they followed the water. In support of his claim, Tuttle pointed out that although the Water trees shed vast quantities of seeds every year, no new trees were able to grow in the harsh desert climate. The sheer amount of water required daily by water trees to survive would also seem to indicate they could not have sprouted in the desert and eked out a living until its roots attained sufficient depth to draw water. This proves that the trees must have originated in a different time and under very different conditions. Initially, the scientific community found this difficult to accept as this would mean that the trees predate even nearby Mt. St Pierre, but today the nearly insurmountable evidence supporting the claim has brought about a broad consensus in support of the theory.
Monday, April 20, 2009
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