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Yes, It Gets Hot.

I get frustrated about this time of year when watching the news, listening to the news, or seeing the news on the internet. It's also a malady that I have in November or December. Why, you ask? Because the people that report the news/weather...Show More Summary

You Are At Your Very Best When Things Are Worst

I've watched a few movies the past couple of weeks that have had quotes in them that made me think a bit about humanity and what path our history is taking us. "Y ou are at your very best when things are worst" " You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares" These are both quotes from alien species, spoken to singular humans. Show More Summary

Sometimes You Just Need to Take a Drive

Sometimes you just need a change of scenery. Looking at the same four walls every day can drain on anyone, even if they enjoy their home. Lynn and I were running some errands today, and instead of going straight home, we took a circuitous route around Colorado National Monument, which we can see from our backyard. Show More Summary

Happy Flag Day!

A friend of mine, that I worked with in Antarctica wished me a Happy Flag Day this morning. It's the 14th year straight that he is done so. I am a flag nerd, and I'm ok with that. During a recent job interview, I was asked what my passion was. Show More Summary

Writing What I Want To Write

The world is a different place. When I started writing on bigblueglobe, I maintained the site for people who wanted to know what I was doing, and not what I was saying. My love will always be travel, and I will comment on that frequently, as this is primarily a travel blog. Show More Summary

Getting Dark

It's getting darker and darker here on the Slope.We're down to about 4 hours of daylight. Withinthe next month the sun will set for a while andwon't return.

The American Test

Mr. Jury, front-and-center, if you please.The tall Kiwi with the sandy-brown hair leapt to his feet and took his place in the center of the circle, exaggerating his military-style snap to attention sarcastically.Yes, Sir. Sarcastically.As you are the only Immigrant on this crew, we will give you the opportunity to join us, should you pass this test. Show More Summary

Winter isn't a season, it's a state of being.

A Winter-Over moment that I witnessed today: My roommate, Sunshine, who I shall call “Toby” in order to protect his privacy, bought a used X-Box from a Winter-Over who is leaving tomorrow. I shall call him “Doofus”. Doofus sold his X-Box...Show More Summary

Elbow-deep in a truck's butt

The truck is pulled into the bay, box removed, the package on the flatbed a baffling maze of pipes and wires and tanks and bottles. It's parked overnight and allowed to warm inside. This isn't for the truck so much as it is for me – she's going to be a lot easier to play with if my hands aren't sticking to frozen metal. Show More Summary

Cake and grief counseling will be provided at the conclusion of the test.

I had dispatch. At the time I volunteered to take the overnight shift, it was a sacrifice, volunteering to stay up all night and let the shift sleep. At the time of the shift, however, it was having cake and eating it, then getting another slice and watching someone else get no cake at all. Show More Summary

The Antarcalypse

Yesterday we had a vehicle fire on the shortcut road to Pegasus Field. Not sure of the cause, but I can comfortably say that something went wrong in the engine compartment, which ignited, and both the engine and passenger compartments were lost. Show More Summary

Thirty-thirteenth, if you must know.

Saturday, my fourth birthday on The Ice, was spent working. It was a good shift, filled with the normal things we do – some training, some inspections, some trucks. The normal. Inspecting 155. Went into the Computer Training Room to have a look around, noticed some ceiling tiles askew, tried to slip them back into place. Show More Summary

Massive portions of my brain disappear over the ocean.

The flight itself is five hours, but the changes are much more dramatic. Green and warm New Zealand transforms into cold and bleak Ice, and that's just the most obvious change. Somewhere over the ocean, as the sky grew dark and the air...Show More Summary

Season 8

WFY001. Third time is the charm. Sitting about halfway along the port side of the C-17, comfortably sandwiched between a Juan and a Paul. We're about thirty minutes outside of the wonderful city of Christchurch, and have just been given the all-clear to wander the aircraft. Show More Summary

Bag of Dirt

In Christchurch again, after several non-eventful flights. I like non-eventful flights – in fact, they're my favorite flights of all. Sitting there all bored, with legs cramping from disuse, and fidgeting endlessly as I fruitlessly search...Show More Summary

Live-aboard Spleen Harvester.

Day One – First flight – Somewhere over Southeastern United States. Deployment. If one takes the long view of that word, it means shipping out to perform a job or duty at a distant location – in my personal case, Antarctica – for an extended period of time – again, in my case, seven months for this hitch. Show More Summary

And the monkey with page 67 returns, and it isn't as important as I thought it was

Still waiting for deployment paperwork. I'm supposed to deploy in ten days. Due to the delay, I find myself rather ambiguous about packing, although yesterday I did finally manage to send a package down. Just the one, and heavily insured, in case I lose it. Show More Summary

The Flask

I was digging through my hunting gear, which had been imprisoned in a plastic box in a closet in my mother's basement for the past five years, when I came upon an old silver flask packed deep among the woolen clothes and rain gear and old, stale beef jerky - along with a small army worth of ant corpses. Show More Summary

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