1 Shean = ~1.1 L
11/18/04
I saw Jim’s bare ass today. We were packing up the seismic equipment and he kind of walked about 15 feet away downwind. I heard a really strange noise, kind of a “bluahh” or something, and instinctively turned around. The image that was seared into my memory will never be forgotten. Jim was facing in the opposite direction, looking downward, with his pants around his ankles like a little boy. His white, kind of old man, ass and legs were fully exposed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I tried to help from laughing, but let out a little snort and turned away as fast as possible. I would have said something like “Dammit Jim, you need to warn me if you’re going to do that!”, but I was so shocked that the words wouldn’t come.
Like a little boy.
They must have fallen. That is the only explanation.
Subject change.
When we do the seismic surveys and the shot points are over 60 m away, you hear the sound wave travel through the ice before you hear it through the air. It is not intuitive, and still fascinates me. There is a significant delay. Velocity of sound in ice ~3700 m/s, velocity of sound in air ~340 m/s. Pretty cool.
Doug and Dave didn’t get back tonight until 10:30 after putting in hobos (little computers that monitor temperature and such). Dave is nuts.
No clear indication of ice thickness from seismics yet. Kind of frustrating.
So we have a new volumetric measurement at camp. The Shean = slightly more than 1 L. I have been known to fill my 1 L nalgene pee bottle on occasion in one fell swoop. It amazes me. I hold the bottle at my abdomen and visualize how big my bladder actually is.
On his way to the 55 gallon urine barrel, Jim will comment on the puny volume of his contribution as only a quarter-Shean.
I’ve been really tired lately from the 10-12 hour days lately. Just work, eat and sleep.
One of the new seismic lines further downglacier. A slight change from the nice flat lake ice.
Adam. He was hot from walking. I sent this one to his wife.
A view of central and lower Beacon Valley. Out there somewhere is the next campsite. That's where the really old ice is located, some of it may be as old as 12 million years.
I saw Jim’s bare ass today. We were packing up the seismic equipment and he kind of walked about 15 feet away downwind. I heard a really strange noise, kind of a “bluahh” or something, and instinctively turned around. The image that was seared into my memory will never be forgotten. Jim was facing in the opposite direction, looking downward, with his pants around his ankles like a little boy. His white, kind of old man, ass and legs were fully exposed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I tried to help from laughing, but let out a little snort and turned away as fast as possible. I would have said something like “Dammit Jim, you need to warn me if you’re going to do that!”, but I was so shocked that the words wouldn’t come.
Like a little boy.
They must have fallen. That is the only explanation.
Subject change.
When we do the seismic surveys and the shot points are over 60 m away, you hear the sound wave travel through the ice before you hear it through the air. It is not intuitive, and still fascinates me. There is a significant delay. Velocity of sound in ice ~3700 m/s, velocity of sound in air ~340 m/s. Pretty cool.
Doug and Dave didn’t get back tonight until 10:30 after putting in hobos (little computers that monitor temperature and such). Dave is nuts.
No clear indication of ice thickness from seismics yet. Kind of frustrating.
So we have a new volumetric measurement at camp. The Shean = slightly more than 1 L. I have been known to fill my 1 L nalgene pee bottle on occasion in one fell swoop. It amazes me. I hold the bottle at my abdomen and visualize how big my bladder actually is.
On his way to the 55 gallon urine barrel, Jim will comment on the puny volume of his contribution as only a quarter-Shean.
I’ve been really tired lately from the 10-12 hour days lately. Just work, eat and sleep.
One of the new seismic lines further downglacier. A slight change from the nice flat lake ice.
Adam. He was hot from walking. I sent this one to his wife.
A view of central and lower Beacon Valley. Out there somewhere is the next campsite. That's where the really old ice is located, some of it may be as old as 12 million years.
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