I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, September 30, 2010

And Three Make a Post

So, ever wonder just how much a hurricane weighs? Here's an interesting story I heard the other morning. The weight of clouds as rendered in the unit capacity of elephants (because in pounds, the numbers are so large, they become meaningless to most people, but elephants, well, that's a visual). Or, for those who prefer their datum to come from videos. All done by Robert Krulwich. (reminded of this by E. Bear)

Yeah, not going to make the deadline for Writers of the Future, or my self imposed deadline of having Bladesman ready for World of Fantasy. Failure, I'll have it tattooed on my forehead just after I take that remedial math course.

And because it's fun, Asteroids on any page. (via Dan from John Gruver).

2 comments:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

I made the WOTF deadline because I used the e-sub system. Otherwise, wouldn't have gotten it in the mail on time. (grin) But I will acknowledge this was the plan from the start.

Have not missed a deadline since I started submitting in 30 June 2002 -- you just need some discipline.

Dr. Phil

Steve Buchheit said...

I just need more time. Or to cut out the day job, freelance, or retraining. Cutting any of which could affect my future earnings potential.

Unfortunately at this point, writing is still a hobby. Those other three things have immediate and a higher future earnings potential.

It sucks, but I'm playing the hand I've been dealt.