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Unexpected latitudes…

Unexpected latitudes…

None of Florida is in the tropics. And none of New Zealand. But half of Australia is. And parts of China too.

Iceland is not above the Arctic Circle.

Paris is farther north than Seattle.

Cambridge England is as far north as the northern most tip of Mongolia.

Edinburgh Scotland is farther north than the southern tip of Chile is south.

The southern tip of Africa is the same distance from the equator as Los Angeles.

Denver, Philadelphia, Madrid and Bejing are all about the same distance north.

Nice, France is farther north than Vladivostok, Russia. And is farther north than Tasmania is south.


The four act Bond

How to write a thrilling story.

A typical Bond 007 style sequence:

(jeopardy + conflict + risk = penalty/reward) +
(jeopardy + conflict + risk = reward) +
(jeopardy + conflict + risk = penalty) +
big jeopardy + big conflict + big risk = final reward

Some family, data or city is in jeopardy.
Bond arrives and conflict ensues.
At a crux in the conflict Bond makes a rash decision:
He partially succeeds but must pay an unexpected price. (Bond is fallible.)

Some greater entity is at risk.
Bond, known to the villain, cat and mouses in conflict.
Bond, attempting to redeem his initial failure, takes a greater risk:
He succeeds to acclaim. (Bond is arrogant.)

Bond is now in jeopardy along with a state or country or system.
Villain escalates conflict with Bond and the system.
Bond risks yet again, with hubris from prior success:
He fails, loses almost all, humiliated. (Bond is humble.)

World is in peril now.
Bond fights not only villain but the system too.
Bond risks all in last ditch attempt to beat villain and justify prior actions:
He succeeds, world is saved, Bond is hero, villains beware. (Bond is resilient.)


The Problem with Star Wars

The problem with Star Wars and Star Trek and many other “Star blah blah blah” type story lines is this: where are the robots?

No, I’m not talking about the cute comic-relief characters, nor am I talking about the droid-wars robots.

Here’s the thing, Space Is Hard. Even Elon admits this. Biologically based creatures die — really easily — in space. They die if they don’t eat, don’t get liquids, don’t get enough to breathe, get squeezed or stretched or ripped. Biological creatures are fragile. A biological military force, or agents, or workers or what-have-you would be a society’s LAST resort. The first thing a sentient species would do when they start exploring space is to build up the biggest, baddest, smartest, most versatile space-force using ROBOTS they could.

People? We’re not gonna use PEOPLE — hell no!

Look, Humans suck at space. Right now about 1 out of 20 rockets we launch BLOW UP! And that’s good. That’s the best we’ve gotten so far. Imagine if 1 out of every 20 commercial flights that took off from airports just today BLEW UP!  About 100k flights occur everyday. Imagine if 5000 of them exploded in the last 24 hour. Hell No!

So, between our really really bad track record for sending rockets into space and our super-duper track record for flying airplanes, we have a long way to go.

Now, let’s examine our robotic and computer track record. We’ve got some amazing technology there. Robots are going to be replacing humans for most manual labor, and most complex logistics and management in the next 20 years.

Let’s think about this. Humanity will have an amazing robotic work force and superior artificial intelligences in just another generation.

But we won’t have a reliable means of space travel for at least two or three generations.

By the time we can blast around the solar system (or galaxy) in a Millennium Falcon humans will have constructed an incredible robotic space-force. And with that space-force we would be sending ROBOTS out with vast AIs in our space craft to do our exploring, and our patrolling and our space war fighting. We wouldn’t send frail, easy to puncture organic HUMANS! Hell No!

Extraterrestrial Sentient Species in our galaxy would be even smarter than us. They would have even better robots and artilects. They would never use their biological selves to do the work robots would do so much more effectively.

That’s the problem with Star Wars and Star Trek. Their story lines rely on bags of animated organic chemicals and not robots; which is just — implausible.

REF:
http://www.spacelaunchreport.com/logdec.html
https://www.quora.com/How-many-airplanes-fly-each-day-in-the-world


Spike up the Nog – a song

Spike up the Nog

Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

Headin’ to a party,
where the tame folk hang,
down at the office, a neighbors,
or with the family gang.

But we’ll take a long a secret,
tucked in our tog,
a couple of bottles,
to crank up the nog,

Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

It’s sweet like Cindy,
It’s spicy like Nell,
It’s smooth like Tanya,
and it kicks like,
I’ll tell ya,
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

Tonight at the party,
When the guests all nod,
We’ll pour in the secret,
and spike up the nog,

I said what? (2, 3, 4)…
SPIKE UP THE NOG,
I said what? (2, 3, 4)…
SPIKE UP THE NOG,

Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.
Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
(fade)


Squirrels and Nuts – a song

[chorus]
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts,
toss ’em down,
scatter ’round,
pack ’em up,
dig ’em up,
save ’em in a dixie cup,
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts.
 
[verse 1]
There’s a squirrel in a tree,
and he’s lookin’ down at me.
I give him my evil canine stare.
But the squirrel, he doesn’t care.
 
[chorus]
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts,
toss ’em down,
scatter ’round,
pack ’em up,
dig ’em up,
save ’em in a dixie cup,
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts.
 
[verse 2]
The branch bends wild,
he’s steppin’ careful style.
His tail is nothing but a tease,
the thought of it just makes we want to sneeze.
 
[chorus]
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts,
toss ’em down,
scatter ’round,
pack ’em up,
dig ’em up,
save ’em in a dixie cup,
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts.
 
[break]
His back is turned,
he’s in the grass.
If I’m to catch him,
I must be fast.
I tiptoe in,
he doesn’t see me.
I think I smell him,
it’s kinda dreamy.
closer, closer, must get closer, closer, closer…. [pause]
now!
 
[verse 3]
There’s a squirrel in a tree,
and he’s laughin’ down at me.
I lookup and now I finally know,  [spoken]
that I’m just too dog’on slow. [spoken]
 
[chorus]
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts,
toss ’em down,
scatter ’round,
pack ’em up,
dig ’em up,
save ’em in a dixie cup,
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts.
 
[fade]
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts.
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts.
Nuts, nuts, squirrels and nuts.

Snow Angel – a song

Snow Angel

It was this time,
last November,
headed out to see the folks.

The roads were icy,
I don’t remember,
how I lost you, your dreams,  your hopes.

Like feathers falling,
onto pillows,
where you rest your little head,
my snow angel,

Tiny foot prints,
in the snow drifts,
lead me back,
to where you lay.

Wings a ready,
smile gleaming,
with rosy cheeks,
I hear you say…

Daddy, see the pretty angel,
I made for you here in the snow,
help me up and leave it perfect,
I’m getting cold, it’s time to go…

White feathers falling,
forming pillows,
on which you rest your little head,
my snow angel,

And here I find you,
sleeping soundly,
white surrounds us,
here we hide.

My little darling,
how I miss you,
I hope you find,
the other side,

Soft feather falling,
making pillows,
on which you rest your little head,
my snow angel.


Irish Joe – a song

The autumn leaves have fallen,
In the air, the hint of snow,
The wind blows, and you know
you’re gonna have ta’ have just one more cup-a-joe.
(Irish Joe…)
 
[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.
 
Down the street, the lights are glarin’
and the kids keep right on starin’
And you know, that the show
only lasts through December, so…
 
we go..
 
.. and head out cuz the cold won’t stop us
struggle with the cash and fuss,
with the ribbons and bows, don’t you know,
that the sales are ending,
and the families, each of them sending,
you photos, you pose, touch your nose,
 
give a wink and you think that the day after Christmas is sad,
that’s too bad,
aren’t you glad,
that it only comes once every year,
like a fad.
I certainly hope that you like the two shirts that we got you,
they’re plaid.
Insert chorus
 
[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.
 
But you know,
when the old year is ending,
winter, its cold fingers tending,
the garden of icicle rows,
hanging low, seem to flow,
down into the mountains of snow;
that it’s time for an extra delightful,
hot piping, steam curling,
tall cup of joe,
Don’t you know.
(Irish Joe…)
 
[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.
 
(Irish Joe…,
hot and strong and heady,
smooth Irish Joe…)