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Mark 1. 1- 2. 6- 2. GARIESS: I did not say I disliked the analogy of the watermelon, merely that I disagreed with it. Well, that happens sometimes. One more thing. I see the NB is still being spammed by the Chinese mining company.
I risked taking a look at the web- site, and I find that their product is good for use as flux in making iron products. I thought about ordering a few hundred tons, but then I reconsidered. I don't think the rest of you want to encourage this kind of industrial spamming in the NB. Who knows how many other industries would invade here if word got out that we are a soft touch for industrial supplies. Of course I could let you speak for yourselves in that regard.
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I see the NB is still being spammed by the Chinese mining company. I risked taking a look at the web- site, and I find that their product is good for use as flux in making iron products. I thought about ordering a few hundred tons, but then I reconsidered. I don't think the rest of you want to encourage this kind of industrial spamming in the NB. Who knows how many other industries would invade here if word got out that we are a soft touch for industrial supplies.
Of course I could let you speak for yourselves in that regard. What you say about the IDEA that one man as lowly as Lee Harvey Oswald could kill a man as important as the president HAS GREAT MERIT. I believe you are right that many people simply wont be satisfied with that kind of answer.
Like everyone else who heard the news at the time, I remember my first thought, it was to the effect that it must be a mistake or a hoax, that kind of thing can't happen. Surely they wouldn't let the president get killed by some nut case. I suppose that when a great many people came to accept that it did happen, they needed to think that there had to be a conspiracy.
Teekay. What you are referring to is not someone disgreeing with forensic experts. It is a case of forensic experts disputing each other.
That sort of thing happens all the time. I am sorry if you don't like watermelon analogies, but impact to the human head is often compared to impacting melons of one kind or another.
It is not uncommon for firearms people to try different kinds of bullets on melons to simulate impacting the human skull, especially the ones that are made to explode inside the target. It has something to do with weight, water content, and other things. Anyway, I will not discuss it any further. If you must be argumentative you can be so with someone else. You said earlier that I sound like your husband, but I assure you I am not. I still think you're cute, however. You just seem to have a propensity for argument.
That is something many bright people like yourself have trouble with. Hi All : -). GARIESS: I am thrilled that you picked my post to be the one you answered. Oh and I've found a new way to work out problems with writing. While thinking about what I'm working on. I have no recollection of which one had experts comment on the presumption that since the body lurched backward at the moment of impact, the fatal shot must have come from in front. This presumes that the weight of the body was moved by the impact. A challenge to this was made that the head can be likened to a watermelon on a post.
In a more or less relaxed state the head rests fairly loosely on the neck. To make the point quickly, if you fire a high powered rifle (maybe even a low powered one) into a watermelon sitting on a post, the watermelon will certainly explode, but there is always a chunk that stays on the post unmoved. The melon has absorbed the energy of the impact even to the point of leaving part of itself on the post. If the post had a wired in nervous system connected to the watermelon that worked like a person's, the post might do anything by way of physical reaction independant of the watermelon sitting on it. In this analogy the watermelon represents the head and the post represents the body, if I need to be so explicit. The watermelons always lose these confrontations except for the little bit of themselves that they rest on. Personally, since I have always known watermelons to be of a most peaceful nature and entirely defenseless, I find these attacks to be unprovoked and unconscionable, but Mr.
Ermey, the old gunny, takes a different view. The fact that he was in the building with the rifle and at the window suggests that he had proven to himself, at least, that he could be effective with it regardless of its reputation. LOL. At any rate, thanks for the warm welcome back! Now, go back out and come in again with something a little less likely to throw my world off kilter will you : -). HOWARD already gave me a bit of a shock.
When I tuned in yesterday (I think it was yesterday), his was the first post I glanced at and I saw something about the president being killed and well.. I thought for the tiniest fraction of a nano second that he was speaking about George W. The head absorbs the energy of the bullet, and the motion of the body is dictated by the instantantaneous spasming reaction of the nervous system to the shattering of the brain. Because the bullet comes from behind, in no way determines that the body will move forward during the miliseconds of impact. The resulting spasmodic event is totally unpredictable. Our kids were only 6 and 9, and it was definitely scary.
Fortunately, with effort, we've almost always been able to put the kids first, and that made decisions easier. My daughter said that we have one of the most civilized divorces she's ever seen. Used to see them once in awhile at gun shows, those who had them on their table when I got there, ALWAYS had them on their table when we left, that is if they didn't get mad and toss them in the nearest dumpster. It got cold yesterday, reaching - 1. Turkey day but I guess that's allright, our son and family can't make it this year, they will try for Christmas if all goes well with them. I don't react that way when I hear a friend having such problems. I have enough trouble with the English language, how will I sort out French?
Still, it seems that there should be more words for certain feelings. On the other hand it smacks a little of a bunch of blind people trying to work out what is green and what is red.
One needs a reference, then communication can happen. Personally, I like the original lone gunman version. Sexing up the story, however, is inevitable in the end. There seems to be no end to all the armchair detectives. I even see where one investigator worked out a whole scenario that has a shooter firing from a sewer drain in the sidewalk and making an escape through the storm drains. I have been a photographer for over 5. I have done darkroom work on the best negative sources available, and I have never been able to enlarge even a fine grain negative as much as they have with the coarse grain amatuer film that was available in the early sixties, and come up with a readable image of such a small area.
Someone has created a whole . Actually, not a whole one, about one third. I can take any one of a hundred negatives with trees and bushes and conjure up anything you like. How about a horse or a donkey?
After a 1. 2X enlargement of one hundredth of an inch of film you can invent any image you want with so called . The head absorbs the energy of the bullet, and the motion of the body is dictated by the instantantaneous spasming reaction of the nervous system to the shattering of the brain. Because the bullet comes from behind, in no way determines that the body will move forward during the miliseconds of impact. The resulting spasmodic event is totally unpredictable.
I'll keep hanging onto the newsclips at the base of my mailbox, and torturing the mailman with my antics until one day I do hear back. It was such a change in attitudes in the couple of days that followed. With tears streaming down his face he told us that . Some of them thought it was just another instructor's trick to catch a recruit off guard, then use him for an example to the rest of us. But they formed us in squads and quick- marched us back to our company area, where we were dismissed for the rest of the afternoon. I made it eventually, and it was good to get home, but there was that same sense of shock everywhere I went. Hardesty's 7th grade science class, drawing a picture of a battery, when Jenny Smith came back from the nurse's office to tell us that Kennedy had been shot.
I was so traumatized that I (obviously) remember every single detail of that afternoon. My mom was volunteering as a library aide, and I ran down the hall into the library when they dismissed class, throwing myself into her arms and sobbing. She walked me to her car, crying herself, and exchanged a sorrowful glance with the vice principal. He just shook his head. It seems so strongly connected to the human sense of smell, somehow. I believe the French have a word, ennui, the definition of which covers that feeling. It seems odd that we have no English equivalent of it, because it is quite universal.
I have often felt a pang of . Yet, with no proper definition, I cannot really say if it is that. But I must ask, what else can it be? If the English language has neglected something so dramatically tangible, can there be an even more overwhelming feeling we haven't a word for, and ?
It would make for an interesting discussion among writers, that. I have pondered your loss, Mel, and I feel badly for you. I hope the future is a better time for you. She is my favorite Irish lady, Dr. She has been there before and no doubt will be going there again, soon. She looked at the results of my thalium stress test last week and called to invite me in for a chat.