Just outside of Tromsø, Norway is a transmitting facility that is part of EISCAT, (European Incoherent Scatter), a multi-site research institute that studies the Sun’s effect on the Earth’s ionosphere and magnetosphere. Any researchers can rent time at Tromsø provided they don’t mind their results being shared with all of the member nations and ( Read more... )

 And now a guided tour of your planet. Today's special themes will be "places Kendra would like to visit" and "the plants and petroleum we consume both come from really big circles."


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A Totem pole of MS Paint, because there is no space on my hard drive for my idle creations, but so much space on the web!


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I know, I know, I haven't written in a long time.

But Krista-Lee just came by with a time capsule!!!
so, here's something I wrote a long time ago...
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That indefatigable hope,
Of the grown-up girl,
That, if only they understood,
Mom and Dad might want her to be happy,
Is both tragic and a little bit cute,
And also cruel and inconvenient.
Happy, happy, happy.
I want you to be happy.

It frustrates me that pictures never scan unskewed
(the real head is smaller),
Or with the right colours
(the real pink is ( Read more... )

Winter wind runs fast along the beach,

Smacking and rattling the boards,

That mark the surf shop “Closed for the Season”.

Mercy outruns it with her kite,

And laughs at wool socks snug inside her sandals.

Justice hears that laugh and runs to meet her,

And they dance along the boardwalk,

He who knows what must be done,

She who knows what must never be done.

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If you have the ability to send links through time, do send this entry to my junior high self. It might take her a while to open it since it’s Y2K and she’s at a community access site (whooooah, man), but when she does she will be appalled to learn that I/she/we now own five pairs of blue jeans, which she maintains are the least comfortable and ( Read more... )

There is the old trope of the big, dumb guy whose so big he doesn't know his own size or his own strength, so he's forever knocking over shelving units and hurting people when he shakes their hands. I think that's what I'm like spiritually. I'm vast and I'm powerful and when I brush past people in the street, I knock them over and don’t notice. “ ( Read more... )

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