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Main Forums => The Roundtable => Topic started by: Doggy Daddy on October 31, 2010, 05:24:06 PM
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I never heard of this before. Very interesting, very pretty. Could also be a very easy way to die.
http://www.boingboing.net/2010/05/24/frazil-ice-fascinati.html (http://www.boingboing.net/2010/05/24/frazil-ice-fascinati.html)
DD
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When I was a kid I recall a nearby creek doing that here in W. Michigan. Not nearly as dramatic as the clip. When I saw the clip it jiggled an old memory. I don't remember why or what the conditions were but I do recollect seeing something similar.
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When I saw the clip it jiggled an old memory. I don't remember why or what the conditions were but I do recollect seeing something similar.
I love it when that kind of stuff happens. Occasionally I'll get a whiff of a smell that will bring back something that's not so much a memory, but a feeling of a memory. Sometimes it will be so strong that it will make me a tad dizzy for a moment. Does that happen to you too?
Either that or it's a stroke coming on.
DD
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Oh, yea, baby - some nice childhood flashbacks!
Of course, that was when is was safe for us kids to be in the woods all day, all year-round!
Jamie
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Oh yeah. I was born in 1943, so I grew up in some great times for a kid. We had woods and creeks and a river along with a huge rail yard nearby. They had a blacksmith shop and repaired the great and grand steam engines. Huge roundtable. In the summer we were gone after breakfast till dark. Bicycles, lunch in our packs. BB guns, swimming in the gravel pits and gypsum pits. Picking Dumps and hopping freights. Playing war in the woods. Building rafts and catching fish and cooking birds and fish and other wild game over open fires. Neighborhood track meets, baseball, football, sledding and skiing. Hockey on the gypsum strip mines. Capture the flag at dusk. Boy scouts and camping out. 60 kids or more in the classroom run by 4'10 inch nun. Playing monopoly for 3 days on the porch. Sleeping outside in the summer. Hooking rides by grabbing the bumper of the occasional car passing by in the winter. Walking home from school for lunch. Sneaking in to high school football games. Trick or treating and soaping windows, knocking over outhouses, cooning apples, melons, peaches from the nearby orchards and farms late at night. Being a kid at the beginning of RocknRoll. Elvis and Bill Hayley and Little Richard and all the great white and black singers and groups. Enjoying the Big Bands and Rock and Roll. Riske comedy listening to 78 records from Rusty Warren in Knockers Up. Moms Mabley. 78 records and the advent of the 45. Laker pipes and splits.
Memories...
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Guy I know that used to work in the Alaskan oil fields likes to tell about watching rivers freezing over solid in mere seconds. I'm guessing it's about the same thing, supercooling of the water due to movement not allow it to solidify at 32deg. At some critical instant one spot solidifies and the effect cascades throughout the entire river. He said it was beyond impressive and he never would have believed it if he hadn't see it with his own eyes.
Brad
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I love it when that kind of stuff happens. Occasionally I'll get a whiff of a smell that will bring back something that's not so much a memory, but a feeling of a memory. Sometimes it will be so strong that it will make me a tad dizzy for a moment. Does that happen to you too?
Either that or it's a stroke coming on.
DD
Smell is supposedly one of the most powerful stimulants of the human memory there is. Atleast, that doesn't require a physician's prescription.
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Smell is supposedly one of the most powerful stimulants of the human memory there is. Atleast, that doesn't require a physician's prescription.
:lol:
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I live on a lake in Michigan. I've seen the lake freeze in moments when the weather was just right...cold and no wind...a ripple then boom..ice. Bitter cold, quiet nights one can hear the lake making ice...long drawn out booms and weird deep basso sounds that are like stereo.
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I've seen the lake freeze in moments when the weather was just right...cold and no wind...a ripple then boom..ice. Bitter cold, quiet nights one can hear the lake making ice...long drawn out booms and weird deep basso sounds that are like stereo.
I'd love to see and hear that!
DD
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I'd love to see and hear that!
DD
dress warmly
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dress warmly
No prob. I was a Boy Scout in Ohio a few decades ago. Slept on frozen ground more than once. Used to sleep with my bedroom window open while there was snow on the sill. Being in Vegas hasn't thinned my blood too much.
DD
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No prob. I was a Boy Scout in Ohio a few decades ago. Slept on frozen ground more than once. Used to sleep with my bedroom window open while there was snow on the sill. Being in Vegas hasn't thinned my blood too much.
DD
I'm constantly pleasantly surprised at the stuff I learned ( that I'm still doing ) in scouting in the 70's, our troop would go camping once a month and our mtngs were geared to planning and going on the camping trips.
One of the things I'm using currently is sleeping with my next days clothes in the sleeping bag with me/next to me so they warm when I wake up.
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I love it when that kind of stuff happens. Occasionally I'll get a whiff of a smell that will bring back something that's not so much a memory, but a feeling of a memory. Sometimes it will be so strong that it will make me a tad dizzy for a moment. Does that happen to you too?
I know exactly what you are talking about. Be walking outside and catch a certain smell and you get that feeling of a memory, not necessarily the memory itself but that there is a memory there, sort of nostalgic.
Oh yeah. I was born in 1943, so I grew up in some great times for a kid. We had woods and creeks and a river along with a huge rail yard nearby. They had a blacksmith shop and repaired the great and grand steam engines. Huge roundtable. In the summer we were gone after breakfast till dark. Bicycles, lunch in our packs. BB guns, swimming in the gravel pits and gypsum pits. Picking Dumps and hopping freights. Playing war in the woods. Building rafts and catching fish and cooking birds and fish and other wild game over open fires. Neighborhood track meets, baseball, football, sledding and skiing. Hockey on the gypsum strip mines. Capture the flag at dusk. Boy scouts and camping out. 60 kids or more in the classroom run by 4'10 inch nun. Playing monopoly for 3 days on the porch. Sleeping outside in the summer. Hooking rides by grabbing the bumper of the occasional car passing by in the winter. Walking home from school for lunch. Sneaking in to high school football games. Trick or treating and soaping windows, knocking over outhouses, cooning apples, melons, peaches from the nearby orchards and farms late at night. Being a kid at the beginning of RocknRoll. Elvis and Bill Hayley and Little Richard and all the great white and black singers and groups. Enjoying the Big Bands and Rock and Roll. Riske comedy listening to 78 records from Rusty Warren in Knockers Up. Moms Mabley. 78 records and the advent of the 45. Laker pipes and splits.
Wow. I feel like I really missed out. :( Whenever I have kids I hope to be able to give them great memories like that.
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Wow. I feel like I really missed out. :( Whenever I have kids I hope to be able to give them great memories like that.
I'm only 37 and did much of that myself. It depends more on where you lived than the decade.
Chris
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I'm only 37 and did much of that myself. It depends more on where you lived than the decade.
Chris
+1 for Small Town, America
DD
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+1 for Small Town, America
DD
Much of it is the same over here. Playing war in the woods, using firecrackers as grenades. Baking potatoes in aluminium foil in a camp fire with my cousins. Building a rather neat shelter. Using knives, and I still have all my fingers left (the scars hardly show these days :laugh: ). Clearing up an old dirtbike track so we could ride our mountain bikes along it at breakneck speeds down hills and over a rickety bridge crossing the stream. Building a jetty in a small disgusting pond, just to have somewhere to anchor the raft that was planned but never built. Shooting air rifles. Airsoft wars in the woods. Trying to make beer. Wading into the stream to free a poor frog in a cruel trap made from a plastic bottle. Looking for spent shotgun shells and missed clays at an informal clay shooting range. Walking through cow pastures with grazing cows.
It was good to be a kid...
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+1 for Small Town, America
Where I grew up, I thought that anyone living in a town was a city-slicker. Our house was on a gravel road.
(I'm thirty-four, and I also played in the woods or rode my bike all day long.)
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Bet you rode that bike real good. Gravel roads teach you not to fall.
DD
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Bet you rode that bike real good. Gravel roads teach you not to fall.
DD
BTDT, still got the scars on my knees.
And heck, I turned out just fine! ;)
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BTDT, still got the scars on my knees.
But I'm a slow learner. I had to absorb the gravel road lesson on a Kawasaki
DD
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But I'm a slow learner. I had to absorb the gravel road lesson on a Kawasaki
DD
I crashed with my moped at the age of 15 (or perhaps 14, seeing as I rode illegally outside of town where I lived before I was allowed to ride). IIRC, I got my leg stuck under the exhaust pipe, as well as tearing away a chunk of skin the size of a coin on my arm. I'm surprised I walked away relatively unscathed...
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Diagonal RR tracks crossing a road is not your friend when riding a bicycle.
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Diagonal RR tracks crossing a road is not your friend when riding a bicycle.
Tell me about it. Lost a good friend who died crossing them and he was wearing a Bell bicycle helmet at the time! Hit his head when he went down and was DRT! His widow sued Bell and lost. She had JUST given birth to his son a few days prior...
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They have bicycle helmets now? =)
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Yup, we used to have a hill that we'd scream down while one of us watched at the bottom for cars. Usually we turned because at the bottom the road teed but straight ahead was a continuation of the hill,,,in gravel. Well, one day I decided to go straight onto the gravel part rather than turn. Probably doing anywhere between 40-50 mph. Everything was fine for about 0.5 seconds when suddenly the front wheel on the bike buried itself and stopped the bike, instantly. I, unfortunately, did not stop. I flew over the handlebars and pretty much bellyflopped/face planted in the gravel at just about 40-50 mph. Never did try that again. That was one of my better wrecks. Then there was the "Evel Knievel" days a little later in life... :O
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And this is how you became known as "Rocky"?
And this is how you came by your chisled good looks?
And that was when you stopped saying "It's all downhill from here?"
DD
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Look ma, no hands! :O
Customized by crunch! :lol:
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Just "thanks".
Now every event from my yoot where I was just this short of major injury is coming back to mind. The suspected green stick fractures that I ignored. The stitches I should've got. Thanks for bringing up the memories, 280+. =D
DD
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Anytime, that's what I'm here for! ;)
=D
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Anybody ride their bike steering with your feet?
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Nope, never tried wrecking that way. :laugh:
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Anybody ride their bike steering with your feet?
Nope, never tried wrecking that way. :laugh:
The zigs and the zags are geometric wonders just prior to the face plant. :P
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Drifting ice...drifting thread...drifting memories. Good stuff. You always remember the crashes (or other bad stuff that happened along the way), but those events usually spark the recollection of good memories as well. Recalling the past is a bit like sculpting fog - you know it's there, but you can't quite make it take shape.
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Look ma, no hands! :O
Customized by crunch! :lol:
I seem to remember a time when I was at the top of the monkey bars and took the fast way down after saying something like that. No serious injury if I remember right.
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Speaking of fog.....it drifts.... =D
Age about 10 or so, I recollect lying in deep grass and throwing rocks up in the air and trying to catch them as gravity was exhibiting its reality. I was just looking at the faded scar on my 67 year old forehead. =D =D I also learned that the steel cover to the manhole does not respect fingers. :facepalm:
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Recalling the past is a bit like sculpting fog - you know it's there, but you can't quite make it take shape.
That's almost like poetry, right there. I like that.
DD
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In college I once decided to ride my mountain bike down the stairs of my townhouse and out the front door. There was about 4 feet floor between the bottom of the stairs and the door, then a straight drop to the sidewalk a little over a foot. Said sidewalk had a downward slope after about 4-5 feet of level.
I didn't have time to adjust my weight positioning in the transition from stairs (very steep) to floor to flying, and I exited the townhouse front door at approximately 1000mph with arms straight, legs bent, butt over rear wheel, chest/stomach over the seat. I promptly rotated about 120 degrees to the rear, and barely made contact with the rear wheel to the pavement before going all the way over to land on my butt, back, head, shoulders, etc.
Cracked my helmet. Got back up and did it again but did not crash