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I was browsing historical photos on the Connecticut state archive site, and just liked this old picture of a Kellogg's truck. Check out the corn flakes boxes on top. Ask for the WAXTITE package.
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I was browsing historical photos on the Connecticut state archive site, and just liked this old picture of a Kellogg's truck. Check out the corn flakes boxes on top. Ask for the WAXTITE package.
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© I was reading some material about copyrights on a government site after a discussion with some musicians about making copies of musical scores. Buried in small print, I discovered an interesting concept that I had not realized before, and I think most people have the same mistaken concept as I did.
© I thought that copyrights (and patents for that matter) were established to protect the rights of the original creator. I thought the goal was that he will be allowed the opportunity to profit from or at least control the use of the original material, and to prevent others from doing so.
© That seems very logical, and indeed is the effect, but believe it or not, it is not the base reason the copyright laws were created, and continue to exist. It is not about the individual, but the society.
© The real reason is to insure that the creative process is encouraged, not discouraged in our society. A system that stifles or slows down innovation would be bad for all. Copyright laws are just a means to that end, and may not be the only way to do it.
© The idea is that if people do not have a reasonable chance to profit from their work, they would not do it. That is a very capitalistic and intellectually sound concept, but not a universal truth. For instance, monks in the renaissance created beautifully crafted Biblical paintings and scrolls with neither copyright protection nor stimulation by the profit motive.
© As we re-think the laws, updating for the new technologies and the digital age, these concepts will come into play.
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| U.S. Constitution: Amendment V No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in time of war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation. |
"Anyone's property can be taken by eminent domain if the government believes another owner would use it to earn a higher profit. . . . . The question now is whether five Supreme Court justices will agree to kill off this piece of the Bill of Rights for good, or to bring it back to life. The fate of more than just seven Connecticut homeowners is riding on their decision."
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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
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Fire up the way-back machine ~~~~~ Our family hosted an AFS exchange student from Japan when I was a junior in high school. Kuni was a friend and "brother" to us.
He went on to a career in the foreign service of Japan, and we followed him from a distance. I never knew how significant and important his roles were. I knew he was a "China Watcher " among other things. The first official post name I heard for him was "Director-General of Asian and Oceanic Affairs". He was ambassador to Singapore for two years, then in July 2004 became ambassador to Egypt. THE Japanese ambassador to Egypt. Here is the website of his embassy in Cairo.
Here are few pictures I googled of Kuni from the last four years.
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Monday, February 14, 2005
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Connecticut does have a Tobacco industry. It is just a sliver of what it used to be, though. Most of it is "shade tobacco" protected by net screens looking like so many square miles of spider web supported by scaffolding to make a sort of a greenhouse effect during critical times of the plant growth. This produces good tobacco for wrapping cigars, I am told. Local people my age remember having summer jobs in the tobacco fields, helping migrant and local workers with planting, screening, or hanging harvested leaves up to dry in the classic tobacco barns.
Well, the barns are my real interest. A Connecticut staple of country landscape are these large and blocky barns, with their weathered red, brown or silvery sides. They almost are invisible because of being so commonplace. You see old ones over-run by vegetation, roof caved in and boards stripped for somebody's rec room. You see them turned into all sorts of storage buildings, but mostly they stay in their unique original form. The planking on the sides is articulated so that every other board can open to vent, and so they are not air tight structures at all, as barns go. Sort of an imaginary architectural vision comes to me with one of these barns to live in, the outside being rustic and original, then the inside maybe a ultra modern house. The contrast would be stunning.To illustrate, from my "vast archives" I draw these pictures Martha and I took(except the shade pic) over in South Windsor, down by the Connecticut River a couple of summers ago.
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Thursday, February 10, 2005
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I was thinking that the fairly decent Jew's harp I have squirreled away in my drawer was a dying breed.
Even in the old days when Johnson-Smith was the my Jew's harp source; (see my archive blog) and when Froggie the Gremlin (another past blog) was twanging, or Gerald Mc Boing Boing was boinging, we in the Brooks family were strangely proud to know the difference between a toy or cheap Jew's harp and a quality one that would really bang (twang?) out a tone.
After sitting on or losing a favorite twanger, we would finally get Dad to take us in to Rochester to get a real nice one from a glass case in a music store. The stiffer yoke and the tuned blue-black steel tang would really talk to you . I saw a "Jaw harp" on a card at a store lately that was the awful pot metal toy that I'm sure would have had the weak airy sound that surely would kill off the species. I don't know what is worse, somebody buying that, thinking they would get the great sound, or using the P.C. name "Jaw Harp" that somehow implies that saying Jew's Harp is in some way objectionable or anti-Semitic or something. Dopey.
Anyhow, I had almost decided that quality Jew's harps were dying when I found this link that is just short of the Holy Grail if you are a Jew's Harp fan. Reviews and descriptions of scores of creative and wonderful harps. makers from around the world, pictures of them all. A strange and handmade site that shows the quality and variety seen for the humble musical tawanger.
Just one more reference to make this blog as rich as possible. Here is an audio clip from the grandaddy of all Jew's harps, I guess. It is a clip from "Ghenghis Blues" album with Paul Pena and Ondar from Tuva. (great story, should be the object of another blog) . The jacket reports it as a homus, a Tuvan instrument. Hearing these strange overtones, I can see why a lot of folks like me who like this sound also are fascinated by throat singing and similar overtone rich sounds like the Australian didgeridoo.
Here is the clip of Kongar-ol Ondar and the Tuvan homus Jew's harp.
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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This might seem very popular science weekend project-ish, but I have been enjoying the tools on puzzlephotos, so I have a few gadget related blogs in mind, including this one.
I have installed too many door closers in my time, most are finicky and either take too long to close the door, or don't really latch it right, or slam it anyway eventually as the hyraulics fade, or the screws loosen. Well, I found an elegant solution for our back door here the last time a closer croaked. Not for every door, but perfect for this one.
Just a simple spring mounted vertically to the jamb, positioned to stretch as the door is opened. It's gentle, does the job and is out of the way. The spring could be adjusted by changing the mounting point.
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Back Door Spring - makes an elegant door closer.
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Saturday, January 15, 2005
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Our family was reminiscing about stilts and pogo sticks that we over-used as kids, but Martha, as expected, did us one better. Not only does she still have her pogo stick from the old days, but she has the spare parts envelope with instructions that came with it! My attitude would have been, if you can't figure out what to do with the cotter pin, or had to read instructions (for goodness sake) to use the Pogo, you were out of luck. No healthful exersise for you!
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Friday, January 07, 2005
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I had a new musical-social experience last week. TubaChristmas 2004. I was encouraged into it by a friend, who wouldn't let me use the excuse that I am not good enough, joking that nobody would know if I was off or not, among 200 other tubas! About 5 months ago, I got a used Baritone horn, or euphonium, which is sort of a baby tuba. I thought I could learn the fingerings fairly quickly, and it is in the same range and uses about the same mouthpiece and music as my trombone. It turned out to be tougher than I thought, and I got through the beginner stage fine, but really have a tough time when things get faster or more advanced. But I had gotten to the point that I can play the basic stuff, and I thought, "How hard can Christmas carols be?" Well they kept me jumping, that's for sure.
TubaChristmas is a national thing, occurring in more cities every year, organized locally, usually one per state in December, and promoted as a free public concert. I know there was one in Rockefeller Center, NY the day after ours in Essex Connecticut,because I met someone who was in it. The participants all play some size or shape of the tuba family, from giant double basses, to Sousaphones, to baritones and more rare configurations like double-bell euphoniums (euphonia?) . Four part harmony starts at low and goes down. What a great sound, though. Well, it turned out there were only ~100 Tubas, but still a feast for the brass lover's ear.
Did I mention it was held in an unheated old railroad warehouse in the restored train complex in Essex? People who had come to ride the old trains heard the music and wandered in.
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Monday, December 13, 2004
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A posting on Fragments From FLoyd gives me another reason to doubt the flexibility, sense of humor or at least the appreciation of life of the next generation. Fred, professor of biology in Virginia (and so much more), did not describe this incident to disparage the students, but as a tongue-in-cheek failure of his stand-up comedy approach to a class lesson. However, I read more into it.
He enhanced his lessons about "brine shrimp" by relating some tales of the experience and folly that old fogeys like me remember well. These creatures were sold as "Sea Monkeys" in exaggerated ads in the back of comic books and magazines in the 60s and 70s. Great fun. Maybe we didn't really believe the hype, but in ordering these or planning to get them, we visualized the little faces and personalities of the mail order pets as depicted in the ads. Anyhow, Fred's college kids didn't get it, or they got it and were bored.
I don't know about you, but I lived breathed and cheered for professors with attitudes and stories like this when I was in college. Above and beyond the bland facts and figures. Maybe it was because Allegheny College was quite a strong and advanced liberal arts school, but I remember a lot of great teachers like that, seemingly bursting with enthusiasm for their subjects, especially my first two years (way back then). I loved it. I was sometimes a lousy student, but I loved it.
I still have a vivid image of Dr. Paul Cares (gee, I will have to look up his name to be sure) that I had for a History of the Far East. He was a large man, deep and powerful voice, heartily explaining the chapters we had supposedly read for that class.
In this particular lecture, he was illustrating that habits and cultural differences between nationalities could not be easily set aside, and are easily misunderstood. He told the story of a wealthy man in the US who had an Asian chef in his household serving him loyally for years. He knew the man prepared meat on the floor, in that typical baseball catcher-like crouch position, that looks so uncomfortable to most of us. So he decided to get him a large butcher block table as a gift -- hopefully to make his job easier. Of course the chef thanked him profusely for the new table, but when he used it, he hopped up on the block, crouched down and worked as usual. When he told that story, Cares was animated, eyes sparking with humor, arms waving, cheeks and jowls in motion, totally immersed in the story. I still remember it after about 40 years. Not boring, that's for sure.
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Sunday, December 05, 2004
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The year 1947. The task: an architect drew by hand with artistic stroke and tedious detail the plans - multiple pages 36" x 48" for the dam and associated buildings, occupied and controlled by the Army Corps of Engineers.
The Place: Buggs Island Lake - the huge reservoir on the N.C. - VA border that flooded untold acres and provided water for the region with watersports and vacation property a byproduct.
The year 1995: I was involved in training the army personnel to scan and convert those plans and others to images to be stored for archive on computer media. It sounds simple, but making the whole system work, from the hardware interface, with wide scanners, plotters, and PCs, plus the the software control and image format options made it quite a complicated process.
I squirreled away and somehow still have a couple of the images of a cross section of the main dam, with the power turbines, dam construction, and main headquarters building. There is much more to see on the complete drawings, with the great handwork, but here are a couple of clips that are interesting. They show some of the engineering but also a bit of social history common in 1947 Virginia. Check out the separate facilities on the third clip.
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Wednesday, December 01, 2004
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
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I am not a regular sports fan, but I probably am like a huge block of people in the country, the fall baseball fans, taking interest in the playoffs and the series only, even though they have a casual favorite or interest in the regular season. I cherry pick from the sports smorgasbord, (to mix my metaphors). Basketball is even less on my radar screen, mainly because it has become such a physical game, relying on slam dunks and push push push hubris based contest of monster players. I sincerely hope and believe it is not a racial thing going on with me, but the dominance of the game by these huge muscular monster players does not make it more attractive to watch. It just is not interesting to me. For instance since I moved to Connecticut, I have loved watching and following women's college bball, with a national champ team up here. The girls are athletic but otherwise regular people, you feel that you might meet on the street. Great fun and rivalries, and skill levels more like I remember from high school. I know it's not fair to compare them to NBA players, but it is a big difference. It's a totally different sport.
This current NBA brawl controversy shines a spotlight on the issue that I think really is at the heart of this. These athletes have been plucked in many cases (not all) from a very crude and low point of culture which values fighting for your imagined honor, defending your manhood no matter what. Charles Barkley was interviewed about this. He has proven he will say his mind without fear of holding back. But probably reflects what others would say and think, but hesitate to say. He said that a player who has been hit or thrown at, or whatever by a fan has a right to "beat the hell out of them" no matter what "to defend his manhood.". He has NO concept of a gentlemanly, lofty alternative position of civilized men who rise above things by turning away from something like this, in everyday life let alone in a player/fan situation. (How a drunk fan throwing a drink, or a punch, or a cuss threatens someone's manhood, It's not clear).
This ghetto/macho "I'm gonna be badder than you, mf" mentality is embedded in these offending players probably because of their upbringing and background. Just because they are plucked out and paid three million a year to be stars doesn't change their mindsets overnight. Who knows, maybe it is this macho drive that makes their success in such a physically driven sport possible. In any case, it should not be tolerated, and our society should make a statement that it will not be tolerated.
It looks like NBA has done this with suspensions, very responsible actions, but the silly defenders of the players are coming out of the woodwork. They range from players, to announcers to pundits. Oh, they say first that the players were wrong and all that, then they launch into a defense, saying the fans started it, and they should be accountable too, and you can't blame these guys (even thought they made a mistake) for being worked up, etc. Baloney! Yes, if a fan crossed the line they should be ejected, fined, arrested or whatever if appropriate. But not by the players! What nonsense. And it's not just that the fans are paying millions to see these players, just because it is the civilized thing to do. The fans must be dealt with by security or whatever, geesh! Even if it can't be quickly done. The players should turn the other cheek, run from it, rise above it, take it like a man, not defend it like a pseudo macho man. Period.
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Monday, November 22, 2004
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Here are a couple of shots of our Farmington Valley Band. It is sometimes a little bigger group than this, but is always quite the archetype spirited band. Sam, the director has saved hundreds of old arrangements from the old bands, some sounding like the old two step band 78's I have heard. I only wish I were a stronger player. There are many in the group with extraordinary ability. I love the band for this and other reasons, since I always have to stretch and play at the top end of my ability to keep up. I am not expert at all, but I am proud and glad that I can play most of the stuff along with, and say %90 of, for instance, a guy who was in a military band for 20 years, playing daily, now in several bands, some for pay, and plays daily.
The stories of the players in groups I have been in are interesting, and would be a subject for a book. (note to self) A couple of examples:
Chester plays the Euphonium. He is in his 80's and is quite deaf, and can see better now since his cataract fix last year. But what a fantastic sound on the horn! Three years ago I witnessed him get spontaneous applause after a soaring solo in a rehearsal of a 50 piece band - from the musicians! His tone and singing-like sound is truly a mystical thing. Unfortunately in that short period from then to now, he has slipped a bit, but still better than most. He was a butcher years ago, then continued his musical activities and played in most every band and some orchestras in the area for fourty years, actually making a living from music at some point. Now he is in the Farmington Valley Band.
Mark plays the clarinet. Mark can also play whatever instrument you would hand him - and very well, not just a tune or two. He also has a resonating wonderfully deep operatic quality speaking or singing voice that can get the attention of a hall without a microphone. I know he was a music major, studied voice and instruments, and I don't know why he didn't go professional. I plan to talk to him some time. I do know that it is perhaps harder for anyone to make a living in music today than ever before, especially classical. Mark can play a flurry from a classic, then switch and play a screaming jazzy solo from Woody Herman with class. Now he is in the Farmington Valley Band.
However, the band is a community band. It has had teens in the band, retirees, mediocre players, hobbyists as well as the superstars because it is designed to be for and of the public. As long as you can keep up, it seems to be ok. But this band has a reputation of an attitude and style of above average stuff. I'm lucky to be able to keep up so far.
Our concert at the Thomaston Opera House. What a great performance! We seem to rise to the occasion and play at our best on stage.
Dave and John, in front, are playing 1st (man are they good), I play 2nd, Ken and Alex are on 3rd trombone. Here I'm playing my same silver King Trombone that Dad bought for me in Jr. High!
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Friday, November 05, 2004
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Anticryptography is a new word for me, but it refers to those many times stupid iconographic signs that are supposed to tell us something where at first blush, a word or two would do. The idea of anticryptography is to assume no prior knowledge in communication, which means independent of ability to have language skill. (and some say a lack of common sense)
On the other hand, I guess I can see that Jane Doe would be more likely to understand (then ignore) this than a lengthy notice on the back of a Wall-Mart cart:
One of the first of these that I made fun of was when the on-off switches on computers started using | O for on and off - I guess digital for 1 and zero, but to me that takes more interpretation. Imagine, say a third world peasant would not know what "on-off" meant on his wireless computer (right), but he immediately might recognize the anticryptographic sign | O .
To take this one step further, the first Pioneer spacecraft that left the solar system had a plaque attached to an antenna as a message to . . . . well it had a message to be read by who or what-ever.
If you want to see what the imagery is supposed to mean to the aliens, check here..
This happened quite a few years ago, and today there would not be unreasonable criticism of things, or course ¦;¬), but at the time, some feminists complained that only the hand of the man was raised and not that of the woman. In response to this criticism, a similar image included on the Voyager Golden Record showed the woman with her hand raised.
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Thursday, November 04, 2004
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The Civil War was not back that far. I am reminded that the Beebe house I live in was built in the 1830's. This Connecticut mill town here was going strong thirty years after that,during the Civil War, putting out woolen fabric for the Yankees, no doubt.
Elsewhere, just after the war, there were some gloomy ex-rebels who clung to the old southern cause that they fought so hard for. I scanned a reprint that I got from a Virginia friend, it is a true folk song that was sung by a weary rebel just after the war, not too happy about the USA.
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Thursday, October 28, 2004
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Two different times I have discovered that small fibs can catch up to you years later.
Pictures set the stage:
The first tale happened years ago, when I was parts manager at Richmond Power Eqpt. and I had just come back from a business driving trip to the western part of Virginia. I was in my office showing some pictures of that to some people and a wise guy Tom W. came in uninvited and was sort of horning in on the conversation. He was always one of those guys who you respected, because he was a perfectionist and knew it, but was always imposing on others. Some had other three and four letter names for him. Always wanted to zing him some way.
Anyhow, I don't have the actual picture, but it looked very much like the barn pic above, taken in the same era and area, but it was of an old log house with a wisp of smoke from the chimney, a path and chickens and all that. I had seen this from the car and snapped, loving the country charm. I told Tom, much to the chuckles of everybody else, that this was where I lived, out in the country not far from Richmond, and that old lady in the shawl just visible in front, was my aged Mother, who lived with us. Tom left the room, but I thought he got the joke.
Fast forward about four years . . . one day for some reason or other, somebody mentioned in Tom's presence that all the houses in my subdivision looked similar, and Tom said he thought I lived in a log cabin. I laughed, then realized he had bought that fib and believed it all that time. I had zinged him without even knowing I had. Maybe you had to have been there.
Jenner Sky
Second joke-fib: This one is on Martha, which I told her probably back at Allegheny, I know it was before we were married, anyway. I looked up at the sky one afternoon and saw a pattern of ribbed clouds that some call a mackerel sky, sort of like the clip above, and since I have always tried the puns at any excuse, I told her that my family used to call it a "Jenner Sky". I was quite sure that she got the joke that it sounds like "generous guy" because I repeated it and laughed with her. I thought.
Well, years and years later, probably 20, we were out somewhere and she asked me if that looked like a Jenner Sky up there. I laughed, and after we both figured out that she had been fooled so many years, we laughed for about two days straight. Maybe you had to have been there.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
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You would think and hope that the scientific community really should be the most open minded about theories and changes in mega-trends and ideas due to the study of facts and opposing research. That may be true on the every day scientific method of research, but historically, scientists, notably in the medical arena, have fought stubbornly and non-scientifically against movements that go against their own ideas or methods. Objectivity seems to fade especially in major trends which they have invested time and personal effort, or is the established theory of the community.
I read about a Dr. Benjamin Rush in an old American Heritage magazine. He was a signer of the Declaration of Independence, and was a prominent doctor and professor before 1800. He was the advocate of blood-letting, a mainstream idea, and internal cleansing for almost all illnesses. He stubbornly practiced these things, and scorned other classifications. He represented the mainstream for years, and then as more modern remedies replaced these methods, and evidence mounted, these new ideas were resisted, not studied and embraced as you would expect.
Well, resistant mentality is present in today's "global warming" scientific arena as well. Somehow the conclusions preceded the science, and honest studies of the data and computer models are impossible to decipher when the scientists involved will not acknowledge that there can be opposing ideas or flaws in the underlying assumptions. Like the blood-letters, they have so much personal intellectual capital invested in the conclusions and theories that they do not welcome new studies. They seem to circle the wagons and reject other possibilities out of hand.
There are fundamental reasons to be skeptical about the link between human activity and the potential catastrophic climate changes. I am a reader of CO2andClimate.org . They are NOT nay-sayers for global warming. They do present more sides of the scientific debate . They at least act as a calming factor to the "Chicken Littles" of the world who seem to be daily telling us the the global warming is about to kill us, and it is all our fault for using spray deodorant in the 80s.
Don't misinterpret my intent here. I know that man is polluting too much, needs to clean up his act, and there should be constant efforts to improve. It just must be acknowleged that there is not a way to prove these things as cause and effect globally without very controversial subjective interpretation of data that in some cases is not known, and can't be known.
For example, in this article, Ironies, they remind us that computer models and historical assumptions, not direct measurements from our past data.
"The 20th century indeed was warm. We know this to be so because temperatures could be measured using instruments designed for that purpose. What they indicate is that global temperature increased by about three-quarters of a degree Celsius. The question becomes: Was that rate of warming unusual in a longer-term context? We'll probably never be certain because there were no comparable instruments taking measurements in earlier centuries. Barring an unlikely discovery the Catholic Church operated a secret, well-calibrated global thermometric measurement network during the Crusades, for example, any comparison of contemporary measurements with those of the past will be, by definition, fraught with error."
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Tuesday, October 12, 2004
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Twang your magic twanger froggy! . . . .
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Friday, October 01, 2004
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Something I learned about in VA after I left is an advanced outdoor "smart road" laboratory near Blacksburg. It is eventually going to go the whole 6 miles from Blacksburg to I-81, making a nifty bypass for travelers, and the professors and students of Va Tech as a side benefit. But it now extends just 2 miles, mainly the beautiful concrete and local "hokey stone" bridge in the picture below, looming like the jolly green giant over Wilson Creek. It has test road beds of different surface materials. The bridge's deck sits atop what is, in effect, a long, hollow box strung with power and communication lines. Access points through the deck allow researchers to place and read test equipment, collect data and observe traffic moving at highway speeds. From a control room they can blast snow or rain at will, vary the height and intensity of lighting, and will study all kinds of advances and inventions in roadway engineering.
It was proposed way back in the 80's, planned in the 90's, broke ground in 1997, phase 2 completed in 2002, Designed and implemented by Commonwealth of Va DOT and Virginia Tech, with federal grants, of course.
When going south on Rt I-81, say, from Roanoke down the "Valley" toward North Carolina, the terrain really changes for the better - rock faces and dramatic hills along the road - as it approaches the Christiansburg area, where you have to get off to wind your way over secondary roads to Blacksburg, so I am sure a bypass will be appreciated even if you have to be studied by pencil-necked grad students, transportation engineers, and cameras along the way.
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