With the prospect of a Nationals/Orioles World Series looming, I am reminded of the last similar series in 1989 between the Giants and the A’s. Almost everyone left work early which saved hundreds of lives – because the Earthquake hit right at rush hour and collapsed the Nimitz Freeway. If not for the World Series, the freeway would have been packed with commuters.
I live between Baltimore and Washington. Who should I support, and which freeways should I avoid?
In 1904, the Northwest Passage was open – near the bottom of the hockey stick.
According to our impeccably honest friends at NOAA and NASA, this summer has been the hottest ever in the Northern Hemisphere – and the Northwest Passage is closed.
It all makes perfect sense if you are a climate expert, or have the IQ of a turnip. But I repeat myself.
After the Trayvon Martin shooting, President Obama told us that his opinion about the case was based on the color of his skin.
In March of 2012, Obama would step in it again. Before all the facts were known, the president injected race into the Trayvon Martin shooting. “If I had a son,” Obama said. “He would look like Trayvon.”
Ferguson: Obama’s a Deer In the Headlights – And That’s a Good Thing
Displaying some constructive leadership in Ferguson would not have been hard for President Obama. As civil unrest bubbled up (we all saw it coming early last week before the death of Robin Williams consumed the news cycle for 36 hours), all he had to do was get in front of the obvious: Come off the golf course, put on a suit and tie, and reassure everyone that his Justice Department is already working to get to the bottom of the Michael Brown shooting.
Naturally, Obama didn’t do this.
It has been cloudy all month in eastern end of the Northwest Passage, keeping the ice from melting. However the skies did clear up briefly on August 17, and showed that Reggie still has a lot of work to do to clear this 200 km stretch.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom – hey – Al Gore – leave them kids alone.
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Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!
In 1994, I was working at Sandia Labs in Albuquerque. They gave me an E-mail address which ended with @www.sandia.gov
I asked my boss what the “www” stood for, and he said that it meant “world wide web”
I responded with something like “That sounds really stupid. Do I have to have that in my E-mail address?”
The winter of 1994-1995 was the year without a winter. We didn’t have a single cold day in Albuquerque that winter. I was 100% certain it was due to global warming.
