Rings_Carnival on High_Doctor Tom_Storm Story
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Rings
“Potential energy,” the arborist said.“Come again?” asked the plump, business-casual man standing next to him. The heat was making his short-sleeved button up shirt damp in spots and it was sticking to him in places. Beads of sweat were forming along his receding hairline.“That’s what the trees are after they’re cut down,” he explained, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. “They might be dead, but, the way I see it, their bodies are full of this potential energy. You know that kind of energy you learn about in elementary school? Not kinetic, the moving one, but the other kind...
Carnival on High
Content Warning: Drug useHawson Creek’s summer carnival opens on a Friday night in early August. The night is mild as I stand in line at the admissions gate with Michael, Jake, and Chris, each of us trying to look inconspicuous as we pass a flask between ourselves. I’m supposed to be at work, but my boss has been giving me too many double shifts at the bar lately so I’m playing hooky tonight. The carnival has drawn half the town anyway, and I can’t imagine Pete’s Barhouse will be anywhere near as crowded as here. There are approximately four families and three couples ahead of us in line when ...
Doctor Tom
I love this song! "Ground Control to Major Tom".. especially being up here on the ISS. As I monitor our little blue marble and what's going on. Some crazy stuff going on , that's for sure! So? I have my favorite tune playing. Just quiet enough for me to enjoy but not interrupt my colleagues as they go about their various experiments and observations. So Lets see? It seems the Ozone hole is doing well?... Check!... in the Pacific? Hmm? Thermals show we have no El Nino and no El Nina?.. that means no Pineapple express this year? Possible drought?... I know this gets boring but it's important!......
Storm Story
Through the window, a thin, silver vein outlines the distant trees. Hovering above it is a blackness. Below, the trees shake from time to time because of the wind, or maybe fear? Noah hears a muted sound, like the rumbling of an angry train, as he sits in the living room of his Grandfather’s lake home, 23、4 miles West of Bemidji, Minnesota. On the TV screen is The Weather Channel. A tallish, busty woman is tracking the oncoming storm using an old-fashioned pointer, wooden with a black rubber tip.Noah loves the pointer. He thinks, “The pointer reminds me of blackboards, eraser dust, poorly main...