One for the posterior
On 21 Mar, 12:56, Weatherlawyer wrote:
New things learned:
Some phases bring in weather spells that in the North Atlantic,
develop elongations in the pressure vortices called Highs and Lows.
Elongations tend to develop into ridges and troughs. But on occasions
like this, the Lows split up into separate systems. Ordinarily this
sort of thing does not occur until they reach land.
At sea they tend to gather and deepen at certain geographical points
such as when they reach the Mid Atlantic Ridge. In certain ocean
cycles, the pressure has to wait until enough acoustic waves coincide
at the right place to drop the pressure about 10 millibars.
When that happens, the Low can cross the Ridge and head for its
destruction on the shores of Norway or Scotland.
When that happens a suitable earthquake occurs somewhere or other on
the planet. The magnitude of the quake being directly related to the
power of the storm.
So the relationship of the weather with earthquakes is not so much
that the weather hits a "continental" shelf, so much as the system
itself devolves.
I really have to learn to stop thinking of it all in terms of simple
fluid dynamics. It's a continuum of another dimension entirely. And
it's not as if I didn't know that.
A tropical storm hitting shallows, signalled this to me ages ago.
I just couldn't see it in the Atlantic.
Just too lazy to think.
Maybe I should Col myself a little less sky wise.
And a lot less worldly wise.
Some people have all of the fun
Know all there is under the sun.
They don't like to waste much time
The Good Old Stuff suits them just fine
Some know nothing and prefer to be left alone
But the Thaumaturge is a rolling stone
Ah, the Thaumaturge...
He's a rolling stone
Some have games they like to play
Keeping rules the Good Old Way
Strange attractions newly found
Their pride and passion kicked around
It tears them apart
It can't be true
But a Thaumaturge can break their hearts
And that is what I do
The Weatherlawyer
Will do these things to you
He peers in waters that run deep
And ****es on those who run and weep
New things learned are here to stay
Because what is true won't fade away
And what is true
Can never fade away
And what is true
Can never fade away
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