Sorry Resty, I have no knowledge of that stuff at all. I must be right-brain dead. ;)
Not under the weather...but would love to be under some rain. We’re starting to dance for it, but I may have to do the booga-loo, cause my disco stuff isn’t working.
Grannie,
It is nothing short of astonishing to me how you can start with a blank piece of paper (or a simple coordinate space of X and Y on a piece of paper — surely you remember your geometry) and perform a simple bit of math on each X and Y. Depending on the answer for each point, you assign a color, and these kind of amazing swirls and spirals come out of ‘nothing’.
I plugged a third monitor into my new ‘puter and hung it from the wall like a picture in a frame, and use it as my ‘Art Server’. Then I went out to a few Fractal sites and downloaded — literally thousands — of pictures. Now it cycles through a different one every 5 seconds, and makes for a beautiful distraction from work.
(My wife calls it wasting time on entertainment ...)
My dad had the ‘rain dancing’ experience to beat them all...
The town nearest his Ranch was getting desperate to solve the drought that was going on for several years, Saco, Montana, and they hired a reputable rain dancer from a local Indian tribe to see what he could do. Since this was decided in a city council meeting, word of it was posted in the paper, and my dad was a regular with his letters to the editor there. So, he wrote up a spicy commentary in the vernacular of a lonesome sheep herder and submitted it, which took to task the whole business of rain dancing and the propriety of a city council selecting one rain dancer to come and try to end the drought.
Well, word of this letter made it to the dancer, and he was — somewhat concerned that his reputation might be called into question — so he elected to give a brief professional demonstration to my dad who was clearly somewhat of a doubting Thomas. The dance was done on the Alfalfa flat below the farmstead, and when he was done, he left before all hell broke lose. First came the rain, just on the 11 sections of John H. Barton’s ranch, to the amount of 4 1/2 inches in one deluge. Sheets of water were flowing off the hills, drainages were filled that had never seen water, and the house took a foot and a half accumulation in the basement. Then the hail set in. Two inch hail took out the windows of the buildings and the cars, and severly damaged all the vehicles outside. Then the tornado formed and blew right up the coulee that sits at the bottom of the farmstead, taking out the large old trees and dismantling a number of out buildings, lambing stalls, and stripping the tin roofs of the remaining sheds. It removed an 8 x 40 trailer entirely and spread it along the path up the coulee.
We spent the Sunday after his funeral with a pickup driving along the Coulee gathering up the tin and ferrying it back to the central farm stead and filling a large lean-to with it, as an effort to begin the cleanup. The windows were still missing where they had been broken and the damage was especially evident on the farm equipment that was outside.
I guess the moral of the story is, at least one rain dancer up near Saco, Montana is worth his salt.
Not to rub it in, Gran, but we got rain today. Fat lot of good it does now that the freeze this past week has already killed everything.
I have created a monster. In addition to shoes, I've discovered that there are some good prices on Bare Escentuals on Ebay, also. I am in so much trouble. I need to move away from the computer. I have won 6 pairs of shoes in the past 2 days, and have 2 more pairs I'm bidding on. I'm doing it just to annoy Derly. Got some great deals, though! I will be set on shoes for the summer a few weeks.