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Walk away from the storm, into the soup.

We all slurp a bit of soup now and then, whether it’s the cream kind or the clear kind.  Then there are those hoi polloi restaurants putting root vegetables through a blender and calling the soup “cream of”, yet we all know here is no cream in them whatsoever.  Pretentious palaver is what I claim.  Who reads and believes the actual verbiage on most restaurant menus?  You must read between the lines at all times.  It’s a rhyme. Use it.

Restaurateurs be warned; and I quote, “Restaurant managers, however, should resist using descriptions that unjustifiably inflate an eater’s expectations, the researchers warned. "Beware of the temptation to label yesterday’s goulash as ‘Royal Hungarian Top Sirloin Blend.’ It will generate first-time sales, but they may be the last."

This is let alone the plethora of unknown words used in some ethnic establishments.  Who knows what all of these are; Choy, Fon, Gai, Har, Mien, Moo ghoo, Op, Pien, Suen, or Tiem?  I am not picking these as the rarest of terms at any rate. And we have either all had them, or seen them.  Let alone Béchamel, Hollandaise, Hunter, Béarnaise, and all the other ‘naises, Demi Glace and all the other glaces.  The list is endless and undaunted by the fusion of cuisines from fields afar.

So as the vids portray, I found some freshies up in the ridge Silverstar and the newly visited bowls of Revelstoke.  For more info you too can visit and see some excellent spot on line.

http://www.skisilverstar.com/home_showSection_ID_404.html

and Revy,

http://www.revelstokemountainresort.com/revelstokemtn/index.aspx

Note the Black Diamond and double D’s, they are the deep snow areas and days for the glades where you will find me in fresh whitey.

All of you know that truth.

So what are the famous cream soups?

Cream of some.....not a ‘goin there folks!  I surmise the substance of our situation straddles the stanchions of survivability.  After all, no transponder, no shovel, no helmet, equals no searchy.  Don't check out if you are gonna check into the outa bounds.  No ticky, no bicky.  SOS is no more a search and rescue method than hoping to be stranded on some desert isle with Amanda Righetti is.

Nay I say, I will not be creaming my soups soon. Although the ssoise from Vichy is always high on my list.

Mark Hull

 

White on white, black on green.

The west again draws me in for the elevation and snow cover.  High in the interior snow is unending.  Making long fast curves on the slopes crashing moguls and slipping powder.  One day we had eight.  Various levels, and all in good cheer.  So hot two days running my gloves were soaked in sweat from the inside out.

So the torrent of falls from less than experienced sliders raises the toll to 6 in three days taken off on a stretcher.  None of us as, it would be.  Makes for a two to three minute delay at the bottom of the lift.  Nearly drives us crazy to wait that long to get back on the chair.

Bright azure skies with a perfect Sun Halo one day and nothing but blue the rest.  Check the pics listing for the real McCoy.  Fast cruising conditions prompted many a fast ski-out ending in the first to arrive to receive a free snow blast from fast approaching and quick stopping accomplices.  Nothing like a snow sculpture to be waiting for you when the snow settles.

Lots of vids as well all launched on Utube and also accessible through this portal. 

Now down to the business of snow science.  We have all heard that there are no two snowflakes alike.  Hmmm then how’s it possible that there are no twins or multiple snow flake births?  Honestly.  The possibility of that not ever happening is equal to it in fact happening.  Should I say, “do the math” once more?

Now I am not the cynic you might think I am.  I actually believe that there are great numbers of different snowflakes.  But seriously, the blatantly unsubstantiated statement that there are never two alike is clearly hyperbole.  Where is the proof of this drifting?  Did someone, (most likely a gullible accountant) take a count at some point.  How many random samplings do you need to take to substantiate this ridiculous absolute?  How many Australian snow import workers does it take to load a lift?

There is one other non-proved pudding proof which escapes most scientists.  The trees do not make “the” forest.  Trees make “a” forest.  For those unable to follow the argument,  a snow flake does not make snow, snow flakes make up snow.  For snow to structure properly and accumulate, there needs to be the mortises and tenons to lock them together.  Otherwise they would fall in flat thin layer on the ground.  We would need brooms not snow-blowers to clear off a heavy fall.  Never happens, not gonna.

Structure presupposes similarities.  Similarities embrace repetition.  Hence more than two flakes must be alike at some time.  End of story.

Mark Hull

 

 

Gentlemen and ladies on the edge.

My heretofore disjunction with the aforementioned meteoric rise in predisposed fame of this interlocutor.

Overusing the interweb thingy brought me to a site discussing something of utmost importance.  Now as you know I do not plagiarize more than necessary.  Here I quote,

” Natural and engineered in situ remediation technologies rely on the mixing of reactive chemicals in porous media. For example, during in situ bioremediation, biomass growth and reaction rates often depend upon the degree of mixing between nutrients (e.g., oxygen, nitrate) and contaminants that are in groundwater.” 

Essentially restating the second law of thermodynamics: that a high concentration or pressure will always travel or osmote (the referent of the noun osmosis) to a low concentration or pressure.

Second quote,

“Role of Interfacial Thermal Barrier in the Transverse Thermal Conductivity of Uniaxial SiC Fiber-Reinforced Reaction Bonded Silicon Nitride.”

Again, nothing new here.  If you put a barrier between the high and low pressures or concentrations, flow will be restricted.

St Valentino presses on in his unstoppable trudge for the truth.  Heaving his trundled footsteps beyond personal endurance in the search of the perfect mate.  Haven’t we all been there and done that?  Pursuing the unattainable, the forensic reason for our existence?

Found the new word of the day on a fellow blogosphere contributors site.  “coffexified”

And who would’a thunk that there was a word of the day contest?

........And the winner is......Chew got it!  It’s the word worm!  No slithering slimy way to win this contest.  Simple post it to me on snail, trail, or ether mail and you could be the next contestant on the price is right.

Mark Hull

 

 

Non-vegetative verbage.

Streak of lightning fast cars.

A man sits on the tarmac of a large roadway.  At his toe is the controller for 4000 pounds of steel, aluminum, plastic, iron, glass, and various liquids.  Vacuous prophesies prevaricate his arrival anywhere other than his present location.

Toast to the bride.  As if a good French stick wouldn’t do the job?

Hail to the chief.  As if he will notice us plebes down here?

Dead as a doornail.  Or maybe catch that live nail running down the stairs.

Smart casual.  As if most casual people are not already dolts!

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.  Wow!  And I thought all bedfellows were strange!

And going to Hell in a hand basket.  Hmm where have all the baskets gone, long time ago.  Gone to good hells everyone. Oh when will they ever learn....

Your name is mud.  And your wife’s name is pie.  What does that make the two of you?

Elvis has left the building.  So where is he now?

In the catbird seat.  First off, my cat does not have a seat.  And I doubt that it would share one with a bird!

Jerry-built.   Poor guy, can’t ever make a good building.

Know your onions.  I know.  I know. 

Before you can say Jack Robinson.  "For the matter of that there," said the Captain, "you must make him a soldier, before you can tell which is lightest, head or heels. Howsomever, I'd lay ten pounds to a shilling, I could whisk him so dexterously over into the pool, that he should light plump upon his foretop and turn round like a tetotum."    Gawd, glad we don't speak that clearly any longer.

Upset the Apple Cart.  Just the thing to make your day.  Skulk about in the bushels and jump out just when that kid with the apple cart pulls by.

Ginger up.  And I quote!  "To feague a horse, to put ginger up a horse's fundament, to make him lively and carry his tail well."  Ouch!!!!!!!!!

Curry Fauvel (favour).  As I go back to 1510, he was a guy stroked.

sQuid Pro Quo.  Always makes me hungry for Calamari.

A pig in a poke.  Personally I like mine in a nice Muscadette sauce.

No room to swing a cat.  I know I will get the flack from the feline fosterers for this.  But is there ever not enough room to swing a cat?  It”s not a compass.

Rumpy-pumpy.   Thanx Mary Feldman,  between you and the rest of the Brits. We know where you come from.

Piss and Vinegar.  “Grampa walked up and slapped Tom on the chest, and his eyes grinned with affection and pride. "How are ya, Tommy?"
"O.K.," said Tom. "How ya keepin' yaself?"
"Full a piss an' vinegar," said Grampa.”

My Hovercraft is full of eels.  A “useful” phrase from an English/Hungarian translation book.  I beg you to find the last instance you used that phrase.

“Sixteen judges from a court eat a hangman's liver. If the hangman unhangs himself, the sixteen judges wouldn't eat the hangman's liver.

When eating grapes don't spit out the skin, when not eating grapes spit out the skin

4 is 4, 10 is 10, 14 is 14, 40 is 40, 44 illiterate stone lions are dead.”

Above three tongue twister in other languages.

Now not to be paragraphically anaphoric, but I am in the Catbird seat and I make the rules.  The rules state that in this forum what is written becomes fact.  Or a fact of fiction.  Fiction on the other hand has no facts and is in fact factless. 

Mark Hull