Posted on 10/20/2020 9:33:20 PM PDT by BenLurkin
A team of geologists at the University of Houston College of Natural Sciences and Mathematics believes they have found the lost plate in northern Canada by using existing mantle tomography images—similar to a CT scan of the earth's interior. The findings, published in Geological Society of America Bulletin, could help geologists better predict volcanic hazards as well as mineral and hydrocarbon deposits.
"Volcanoes form at plate boundaries, and the more plates you have, the more volcanoes you have," said Jonny Wu, assistant professor of geology in the Department of Earth and Atmospheric Sciences. "Volcanoes also affect climate change. So, when you are trying to model the earth and understand how climate has changed since time, you really want to know how many volcanoes there have been on earth."
Wu and Spencer Fuston, a third-year geology doctoral student, applied a technique developed by the UH Center for Tectonics and Tomography called slab unfolding to reconstruct what tectonic plates in the Pacific Ocean looked like during the early Cenozoic Era. The rigid outermost shell of Earth, or lithosphere, is broken into tectonic plates and geologists have always known there were two plates in the Pacific Ocean at that time called Kula and Farallon. But there has been discussion about a potential third plate, Resurrection, having formed a special type of volcanic belt along Alaska and Washington State.
Using 3-D mapping technology, Fuston applied the slab unfolding technique to the mantle tomography images to pull out the subducted plates before unfolding and stretching them to their original shapes.
(Excerpt) Read more at phys.org ...
The phrase, “Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups” comes to mind. Some days, I miss George Carlin.
Good luck with your doctor’s appointment!
Interesting to contemplate James’ and Vlad’s efforts... ;o]
I need to write to Charlie. I’m so stinking far behind today...
Happy Friday!
The weekend cometh!
Today would have been my dad’s birthday. Tomorrow would be his anniversary to my mother. And my son’s father will have had a birthday on Sunday. Lots of late events to celebrate, if you’re into that kind of thing.
Waiting to get my blood drawn. Then I can go home and eat.
I have a hard time with fasting blood draws now, because there are no labs I can get to early enough. In Vegas, there was one open at 0400, and that wasn’t too bad. The only lab that’s open here doesn’t open until 0800. That’s a VERY long fast for me!
I would have already had two doses of pills and three small meals be then.
I got the earliest appointment and wasn’t too dizzy by the time I got home.
The weekend cometh indeed.
When I put the pup out this morning it was -1 fs. Tomorrow afternoon we are supposed to get more snow.
My F-I-L disparages those people who go to Florida homes in the winter. I really don’t know why that’s such a bad idea.
Winter rentals in The Villages are cheaper than usual because of difficulties with travel and fewer activities. Just sayin’ ...
I’ve made appointments for checkups/vaccine update for all the young parties, plus got the teenbros back on the “call if there’s an opening” list at the dentist, plus made an appointment with the podiatrist, and left a message with the colonoscopy scheduler.
Low blood sugar isn’t fun. I always advise my newly-diabetic friends to keep a few pieces of hard candy in their purses or cars, just in case. It helps.
Your day has been very busy so far and I feel like a real piker. I’ve only showered, written to Charlie, and made the bed. And had a short conversation with my Favorite Daughter about her situation. She’s looking for work, as we speak, outside of Coloradistan.
It’s “warm” enough out, though with very dark overcast, that I have the front door open a bit. I realized this morning that the overwhelming part of packing is the bookcase. So I need to make it not quite so overwhelming.
That weather is the type I don’t quite have a heavy enough coat for. Especially if the wind blows.
Florida sounds relatively nice, for a change. One of my nephews and his wife recently moved there, so when I get moved to AR, I’ll plan a visit to see them. Maybe I could toss in a visit with T-c, as well, as long as the airports are small enough for my CFIDS-brain to handle. ;o])
It’s warmer in Florida, and the palm trees are pretty.
30s and drizzly here. Frank and Kathleen have Envirothon this afternoon. Pat has taken himself off to get his hair cut, using his driver’s license and his bank account.
We have palm trees here, so meh.
I don’t know what the weather is trying to do, but if I had anything that passed for money, I’d probably go shopping for something completely unnecessary, just to cherk me up!
And the list of perishibles destruction goes on...I was going to refill a flour canister and thought the flour smelled off (why my last bread loaf had to be chucked) and found the “Best By” date was this month, but it had already begun to go south last month. So I checked the dates on the other bags in the pantry, and I ended up chucking almost all of it. One bag survived the noose. Now, I guess I’ll have to buy in very small quantities to lessen the weight for the move. Less in the canister means a lighter box to carry.
Disheartening as all get out.
I would have suggested scissors.
We are also trying to reduce the food stores. We had planned to live a more minimalist life and then COVID and the runs on whatever started.
Since the onset of CFIDS, I’ve tried to keep at least a two-month supply of everything because I never knew when I was going to feel up to shopping for food, doing laundry, or just running errands. Sometimes, the latter would take care of everything else because it wore me out into relapse status.
COVID was a surprise, but the only change for me was the hours I was able to shop.
Unless I move into assisted living or into a care home, I doubt that I’ll change my habits. The thing now is that after over two years away from the abuse, I’ve found the depression lifting, and that makes me want to bake. Which caused an inventory or pantry items. And it looks as though I’m not done, yet! ;o]
There’s a lot to be said for minimalist!
Well, OK...I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then...
l8r
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FElUioCRSJ0
He was on fire, but this didn’t matter.
None of it mattered.
The pain, the burning, the flames surrounding him.
It was nothing.
His eyes were locked on one person in particular, they were so close.
So tantalizingly close.
“YOU” Jacob bellowed out from within his fiery cocoon.
Lieutenant Darien turned, he knew that voice.
His eyes beheld a flaming shape launch like a missile from the conflagration.
So fast it moved, it was a demonic vision coming for him.
Only him.
Turning towards the closest door, he tried to evade.
He heard, just before burning arms enveloped him in a mockery of embrace, a growling sound full of venom and menace.
“Growf!” a sharp barking huff he’d heard from other rabbit creatures in the holding area.
Claws began tearing at him, his pristine pressed uniform flayed as if slashed with razors.
Jacob was wholly focused on dismembering his target.
The one who ordered the deaths of his wife, daughter, himself.
What would have been the problem with registering as non-partisan, or whatever Cannabistan calls it out there?
I think I’d do seppuku before I’d register as a Dem.
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