||Curious Facts of Science
|| It's a well-known
fact that when you run really fast, you'll be hot when you stop.
Many people seem to believe that this effect is due to atmospheric friction.
While a certain amount of heat is generated that way, some elementary calculations
should serve to convince one that friction can't be accounting for all
of the heat. Anecdotal evidence (which many scientists will tell
you is the easiest sort for proving a hypothesis) supports this position
as well. No one ever reports feeling hot /while/ they're running,
as would surely be the case if the heat were due to friction. The
heat becomes apparent only when you stop. Where's the rest of the
heat coming from, then?
The surprising fact is that most of it's due to the conversion
of the planet's rotational energy into heat as you stop. This occurs
in much the same way that brake pads convert a brake rotor's energy into
heat, or a piece of steel held against a spinning grinder becomes hot.
When you stop running you're braking against the planet, and so you heat
up. An experimental confirmation of this theory can be seen by noting
that at the north and south poles where the planet's rotational speed is
lowest, people don't report becoming hot from running, whereas at the equator
where the rotational speed is greatest, such reports are common.
||More news from my desert
|| June 7th
- The Prides: I should take a moment to explain some of the society
I have found myself in. Life here in the Village is dominated by
the existence of three or so separate lion prides, wolfpacks, and other
gatherings of larger predators. They keep the oasis here safe from
hostile locals and generally keep the lesser creatures about in line.
Peace among them seems to be maintained by their keeping out of each other's
way. As for me, however, I have found myself crossing paths with
members of each group to a lesser or greater degree. Apparently I'm
something of a curiosity to them and am considered a "guru" of sorts.
They often come to me for sage advice (such as it is).
My biggest problem is that, as a solitary hunter, a lion
is a lion is a lion. This was struck home when I received an inquiry
from a charming young lioness about a hunting expedition to one of the
local watering holes. Having been there before, and knowing that the game
there was quite choice, I naturally agreed and looked about for some of
the local lionesses I've been associating with to join me. Much to
my dismay, I was told by them that hunting was forbidden in that preserve.
It took me several days to realize that the two ladies were from different
prides, with different rules regarding where and how they could hunt.
Since venturing out alone is out of the question here, I find myself facing
an entirely new predatory challenge -- trying to adapt my needs around
the arcane purposes of these different social groups.
June 13th - Among the Locals: Having been
thwarted earlier, I have adapted my approach, keeping a regular eye out
for pack hunts that I could join in with. I've made friends with
a very clever fox chap who is keenly interested in hunting among the local
villages, a somewhat more hazardous but definitely more rewarding prospect.
Having discovered his network of similarly-minded friends, I've become
a member of their party and have had much luck with them.
Our first expedition was only marginally fruitful, as I
was unsuccessful in bringing down game. However, I managed to get
a good lay of the land and set my eyes on some choice exotic prey unavailable
elsewhere but among the natives.
During that first expedition I came across a most peculiar
scene. I've mentioned previously that the locals have many curious
taboos, mostly centered around the behavior of males and females towards
one another. One of these taboos concerns fur. Apparently it
is considered highly improper for a female to show off her fur when other
males are present (mates excepted, I presume). As a result, females
outside our village have to cover themselves with large flowing garments
to hide the offending pelt. I guess I should count myself lucky that
I'm male; I'm not quite sure how one could design such a garment for a
Anyway, during a break in the hunt I noticed a trio of
young cheetah ladies gathered about a kill, sharing dinner and chatting
as is their wont. Thinking nothing unusual of it, I was surprised
when a large, somewhat elderly hyena approached them and began barking
furiously in the local native lingo. I studied the scene for a while
until it finally dawned on me: The ladies had uncovered their heads
in order to eat, and the hyena -- one of the local holy folk I mentioned
in an earlier dispatch -- had taken offense at this breach of modesty.
After a couple of minutes of the barking harangue, the ladies covered their
heads until the hyena departed. I noted with some amusement that
the moment he left, they promptly uncovered and finished their meal.
A later hunting expedition was less eventful but more successful,
and I hope to return from my travels with some truly unique specimens.
As strange as the folk are here, both inside and outside the Village, it
is quite a rewarding experience to be among them.
|| I was busy working
in my office in the newspaper building, when I looked out the window and
noticed a floating robot heading northward. I quickly got outside
and followed it, ending up at RavensScatter's place where she was in the
heat of battle defending her home from the sheens!
My first glance around revealed a disabled sheen, it's
legs severed, on the ground, and a floating sheen careening randomly, probably
damaged during combat. The raven/coyote was in the middle of it all
and was trying to use the careening sheen to take out a remaining smaller
hovering sheen nearby. She missed her target, but managed to do away
with the careening sheen by causing it to hit a tree.
The last remaining sheen charged into her, causing her
to tumble to the ground. She got up quickly and was about to ax the
floating menace when it made a hasty retreat for whatever reason.
Afterwards, I had the opportunity to briefly chat with
RavensScatter. She was apparently just defending her home from the
'pests', as she described them. She's seen them before in other parts
of Spindizzy, and warns that "Theey fiight wiiith eleectrisssity, eeeleectiic
burstss. You can huurt the jointsss...otherwissse, they collecct
samples from ssurrounding areaaasss." She also mentioned something
about destroying the little probes that come out from their bodies.
It was also strongly recommended to stay away from her area and the sheens
themselves, as they are quite dangerous. This was demonstrated when
she went to pick up some of their remains; the parts shocked her and started
a small fire!
I quickly hopped away, hoping to never meet up with a sheen
alone. I shudder to think of the result if a fur of lesser skill
was in her position.
For more information on Sheens and the Sheen RP, please
visit Role Play Central (type 'rpc' anywhere).
||4th of July Picnic to
be held evening of July 3rd
|| Flutterz and
Clarisa are planning to hold a 4th of July picnic on July 3rd, 7pm MUCK
time at the Pier in the Glimmersea area (somewhere around S4 E7). Everyone
is welcome to attend. July 3rd also corresponds to Spindizzy's 1000th
day in existence and the recently returned 910's birthday, among other
events that are sure to occur that day.
It is requested that if you decide to attend, you should
try and bring food and/or snacks of some sort for the other attending guests
(simply @create and @desc an object, dropping it in the party room).
Morticon and AliciaVulpnine have offered to do the fireworks held later
in the evening, probably near the end of the party.
For more information, check the Bulletin Board (with +read)
or contact Flutterz or Clarisa.
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