Skyrocketing blood pressure, so many floaters in my vision it looks like a black snowstorm.
Ah, life; such a wonderful gift; so short, so full of things, so predictable in its outcome.
woke with a headache
slept a little too much, but at the same time I was up all night
Next week, the plan is to file one last provisional and then to file a utility the first week of august
I weighed in at 176.6 pounds.
How is that even possible? I do not know. Perhaps it is the high blood pressure pushing the rest of me downward. It is saturday, do I diet? Hardly, that would not help since the problem is probably with a messed up digestive system under too much pressure. Instead I make a hearty breakfast bagel and even add a little hot sauce to the eggs.
It will fuel my swim later if the weather cooperates, and something else if it does not.
There cannot be black holes made in a lab, and yet we are made of the stuff of black holes.
Articles like the one at the bottom of this page are therefore so much nonsense.
That being said, AuT fusion, that is to say real fusion, requires an understanding of what they are doing.
You see MIT is spending a fortune, 80 million dollars without even knowing what they are doing.
That is why eventually everyone will adopt AuT and they will say, see what we've done, when we know all they are doing is copying me, the least of god's servants.
It happens, in a universe governed by irony, it is required.
The idea that AuT is like what Marshall Medoff is to compare apples to rotten apples.
It would be as silly as comparing AuT to Einstein to some extent.
Neither is what AuT and Aut is neither of those..
Marshall's work is impressive, practical and brilliant.
AuT is nothing more than an explanation for phenomena that is fairly obvious.
It is less, but it is also more. It is less practical, although a working fusion reactor will change that, but it is more because it is fundamental science and not something effective.
I have to take my new, and somewhat very, very old car to the shop to see how long it has to live. But first I will share this post.
Occasionally I leave my complaining and scientific considerations aside and do something that is just for the sake of entertaining myself, which I like to call my writing hobby.
And occasionally, I share my newest work with my readers, and thus you get the first chapter of my newest undertaking....
New orleans flood zombies
“The river’s up 13 feet above
normal,” Captain Memphis held the wheel loosely, but muscular shoulders rippled
like the river. He looked over the broad
expanse of river. Releasing the wheel
with one hand he pointed towards the shore.
“If it rises another 12 feet it would top the levee and flood the city. In the background was a near constant chatter
on the radio.
“How likely is that?” the woman
asked nervously. Vicky was a visiting biology
professor from Boulder.
“Not very.”
“This river is huge!”
“Here, below the bridge, it is
almost a mile across. It gets pretty
narrow at Lake Itasca it is 20 feet wide, it’s almost 2 miles where we came
in.”
Its 200 feet deep and it moves between
200 and 700 thousand cubic feet per second (7,000–20,000 m3/s, so there is a
hell of a current here. The zombie is an
ocean going tug that develops 10,000 horse power in each of two engines which
allows it to push these barges up against the current. The current is only 3 miles per hour here,
but that volume of water at that rate packs an unstoppable momentum. You can do the math, the total area of the
barge times 3 miles per hour.”
Vicky looked back at Memphis. She admired his coolness. She was wearing what one of the mates had
called “slops” as was Chris and the other students. When they were fished out of the gulf of Mexico
when the small charter boat which had
taken them out to get samples of bacteria from the dead zone that was forming
in the gulf started taking on water and sank.
When the barge dropped a boat,
there was nothing but relief because she was more terrified for her children
than anyone else. She had been a little
less relieved when the small, overloaded skiff had pulled up to the back of the
barge which towered over them and the words “Zombie” over “City of New Orleans”
painted over the roughly painted iron hull.
But she had calmed down with the
coffee and water that was liberally served along with a surprisingly good soup
with fresh bread.
“What’s going on up there?” Chris
asked. Chris was one of the students
that had been picked up at the mouth of the river when the small boat they were
on had begun to sink.
“What indeed,” the captain said with a hint of false casualness as
the chatter over the radio began to rise to a fever pitch.
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