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It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-6526555636767544500</id><published>2008-07-22T12:04:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:06:34.751+12:00</updated><title type="text">2008 McMurdo Winterovers</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIVAipHCnFI/AAAAAAAACBU/-8LQ_Le70V8/s1600-h/2008+McMurdo+Town+Photo+large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIVAipHCnFI/AAAAAAAACBU/-8LQ_Le70V8/s320/2008+McMurdo+Town+Photo+large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225653906528443474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-mcmurdo-winterovers.html" title="2008 McMurdo Winterovers" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=6526555636767544500" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6526555636767544500/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6526555636767544500" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/6526555636767544500" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-5142859301459733621</id><published>2008-07-21T12:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:10:14.926+12:00</updated><title type="text">Now Entering Level 5</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIP5GLeoJoI/AAAAAAAACBI/1p1oczFiekU/s1600-h/Virus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIP5GLeoJoI/AAAAAAAACBI/1p1oczFiekU/s320/Virus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225293877235689090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I received a shot in the arm.  Not just any&lt;br /&gt;shot, but the "Southern Hemisphere Variety" flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly this will make us less susceptible to getting&lt;br /&gt;the flu from the Orange People that will be down here in&lt;br /&gt;45 days.  Any time I think of viruses, my mind immediately&lt;br /&gt;goes to "The Andromeda Strain".  This movie surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;holds up well even though it was made over 35 years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like McMurdo is the movie's version of &lt;br /&gt;Wildfire which is the uber-secret sterile lab where germs&lt;br /&gt;are studied.  If I get the flu because of this shot I &lt;br /&gt;received, I may hallucinate and think that small viruses&lt;br /&gt;from other planets are out to get us.  OK...maybe not&lt;br /&gt;but it certainly makes getting a flu shot more interesting.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-entering-level-5.html" title="Now Entering Level 5" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=5142859301459733621" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5142859301459733621/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5142859301459733621" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/5142859301459733621" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-22213727359615787</id><published>2008-07-20T10:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:56:08.735+12:00</updated><title type="text">Moon River</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIJtLvch7xI/AAAAAAAACBA/M7LPFCq0f_g/s1600-h/Luna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIJtLvch7xI/AAAAAAAACBA/M7LPFCq0f_g/s320/Luna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224858566185316114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday we listen to Der Perfesser's Eclectic Grab Bag on &lt;br /&gt;Ice Radio.  This is Mark's (aka Poobacca)radio show.  In honor of&lt;br /&gt;the 39th Anniversary of the First Landing on the Moon, he scattered&lt;br /&gt;amongst his repertoire a smattering of Moon-related songs.  Knowing&lt;br /&gt;that I'm a fan of "Moon River" by Henry Mancini, he played quite&lt;br /&gt;possibly the worst version of it being sung by Andy Williams that&lt;br /&gt;I've ever heard.  Not the usual A.W. version, but some jazzy&lt;br /&gt;version that was awful!  When Lynn heard that he was going to play&lt;br /&gt;this, she woke me up and of course he said this on the radio so all&lt;br /&gt;dozen or so listeners now know my Sunday sleeping habits.  However,&lt;br /&gt;it's not often you have a song, albeit cheesy one, dedicated to &lt;br /&gt;you on an important date on the calendar.  Thanks Poobacca!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/moon-river.html" title="Moon River" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=22213727359615787" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/22213727359615787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/22213727359615787" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/22213727359615787" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-8433259900290576365</id><published>2008-07-19T22:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:56:53.209+12:00</updated><title type="text">Storming The Castle</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIJpA_dTzSI/AAAAAAAACA4/IiqidW2Nzow/s1600-h/storm+the+castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIJpA_dTzSI/AAAAAAAACA4/IiqidW2Nzow/s320/storm+the+castle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224853983458479394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure why it was called the "Storm The&lt;br /&gt;Castle" Party...maybe because Todd, who is the Supply &lt;br /&gt;Supervisor is a D&amp;D Geek...but Lynn and I went to this&lt;br /&gt;cholesterol fest tonight.  It was sponsored by the Supply&lt;br /&gt;Department and featured of all things, Lynn doing Tarot&lt;br /&gt;Card readings.  She was joined by Lisa and together they&lt;br /&gt;either put many minds at ease or brought up long buried&lt;br /&gt;issues for many people.  Lynn is actually very good at&lt;br /&gt;reading so I'm told and is usually dead-on.  After &lt;br /&gt;everyone enjoyed various meats on a stick and artery-&lt;br /&gt;clogging delacacies, several of this winter's bands&lt;br /&gt;played.  I went home a little early.  Too much excitement...&lt;br /&gt;or fried food...is not good this time of year.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/storming-castle.html" title="Storming The Castle" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=8433259900290576365" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8433259900290576365/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8433259900290576365" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/8433259900290576365" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-3464635101477282234</id><published>2008-07-18T21:31:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:50:52.021+12:00</updated><title type="text">Toasty Warm</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIFSEaGbdSI/AAAAAAAACAw/ThC8nINhDiI/s1600-h/toast_sticker_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SIFSEaGbdSI/AAAAAAAACAw/ThC8nINhDiI/s320/toast_sticker_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224547278405727522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again.  It happens like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;People are getting toasty.  If you really want to know all&lt;br /&gt;the scientific mumbo jumbo of what T3 is about, just Google&lt;br /&gt;it for yourself because I am lucky to remember my own name&lt;br /&gt;these days, let alone quote you the specifics from the New&lt;br /&gt;England Journal of Medicine.  A few years ago, I had trouble&lt;br /&gt;remembering if "S" came before or after "T".  There have been&lt;br /&gt;additional symptoms that it is rampant on station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last two meetings, notices have been given to continue &lt;br /&gt;to play well with others.  What might have been funny four&lt;br /&gt;months ago, might not be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched people ask for salt and pepper recently without &lt;br /&gt;saying a single word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought that getting a whole case of Shrimp flavored&lt;br /&gt;Ramen might be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sunshine, cold weather and repetition (walk up the hill, walk&lt;br /&gt;down the hill, rinse, repeat) have a tendency to make one's mind &lt;br /&gt;wander.  What's really sad is I just spaced out for over 5 minutes &lt;br /&gt;before writing this sentence...</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/toasty-warm.html" title="Toasty Warm" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=3464635101477282234" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3464635101477282234/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3464635101477282234" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/3464635101477282234" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-3889725150513568193</id><published>2008-07-17T21:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:33:18.998+12:00</updated><title type="text">Winter p0rn</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH_UlpORmBI/AAAAAAAACAY/ABeSBqWArJQ/s1600-h/DSC05130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH_UlpORmBI/AAAAAAAACAY/ABeSBqWArJQ/s320/DSC05130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224127835959040018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one down here would ever look at "dirty" pictures,&lt;br /&gt;but to Winterovers, after not seeing any greenery, &lt;br /&gt;fresh flowers, fruits and vegetables, this is the&lt;br /&gt;closest most people get to p0rn. Let's just say that&lt;br /&gt;seeing pictures like these from our friends in the &lt;br /&gt;Spokane Washington area makes Winterovers very happy.  &lt;br /&gt;A few years ago we sent some photos like this to some&lt;br /&gt;friends on the Ice and used the "other" "P word" (with a&lt;br /&gt;"O" instead of a "zero (0)".  It got bounced by the &lt;br /&gt;email filter thinking it was something of bad taste.&lt;br /&gt;Little did the filter know that these photos are much &lt;br /&gt;more interesting than the traditional photos with the&lt;br /&gt;"O" instead of a "zero(0)". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:  This was a really hard entry to write without using&lt;br /&gt;the actual "P word".  My brain is WAY too toasty to be &lt;br /&gt;that imaginitive and if I used the actual "P" word, who&lt;br /&gt;knows what kind of spam I'd start getting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH_Ul2oSN4I/AAAAAAAACAg/qfgeM7rCEB0/s1600-h/DSC05125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH_Ul2oSN4I/AAAAAAAACAg/qfgeM7rCEB0/s320/DSC05125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224127839557793666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH_UmEahi2I/AAAAAAAACAo/FFN9KiXZdOg/s1600-h/DSC05128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH_UmEahi2I/AAAAAAAACAo/FFN9KiXZdOg/s320/DSC05128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224127843258174306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/winter-p0rn.html" title="Winter p0rn" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=3889725150513568193" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3889725150513568193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3889725150513568193" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/3889725150513568193" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-7411654438293170580</id><published>2008-07-16T22:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:20:16.888+12:00</updated><title type="text">Too Windy to Be Outside</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH5_d1rawRI/AAAAAAAACAQ/HDQemSbQY_I/s1600-h/BI_Stn_Auroras_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH5_d1rawRI/AAAAAAAACAQ/HDQemSbQY_I/s320/BI_Stn_Auroras_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223752768398475538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Antz, who took this photo, informed us that&lt;br /&gt;the wind reached 123 mph yesterday at Black Island.  He's&lt;br /&gt;out there performing some maintenance tasks to our off-&lt;br /&gt;continent communications system.  That's not the windiest&lt;br /&gt;we've had it in the area as it exceeded 140 knots (161 mph)&lt;br /&gt;in 2004, but I certainly wouldn't want to be out in it.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Antz and the crew were safe and sound and &lt;br /&gt;not out and about in that wind though.  They're too smart&lt;br /&gt;for that!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-windy-to-be-outside.html" title="Too Windy to Be Outside" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=7411654438293170580" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7411654438293170580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7411654438293170580" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/7411654438293170580" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-7642618602635432854</id><published>2008-07-15T20:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:57:16.086+12:00</updated><title type="text">The Joys of Summer</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH58dqHVQgI/AAAAAAAACAI/KETCRsrqyNs/s1600-h/At+the+Water+Park+7-11-08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SH58dqHVQgI/AAAAAAAACAI/KETCRsrqyNs/s320/At+the+Water+Park+7-11-08+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223749466759447042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This our friend Belinda's son, Josh, having a great&lt;br /&gt;day at the Water Park...ahh...summer.  Maybe someday.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/joys-of-summer.html" title="The Joys of Summer" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=7642618602635432854" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7642618602635432854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7642618602635432854" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/7642618602635432854" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-2380829951993432046</id><published>2008-07-11T10:09:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:17:04.985+12:00</updated><title type="text">Dirty Laundry</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHp9L55GhVI/AAAAAAAAB9U/79E2ZNvIwnY/s1600-h/IMG_5748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHp9L55GhVI/AAAAAAAAB9U/79E2ZNvIwnY/s320/IMG_5748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222624361361868114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every summer, the Housing Department is faced&lt;br /&gt;with the aftermath of the season...Dirty Laundry.  How much&lt;br /&gt;dirty laundry you ask?  About enough to fill a 40 foot long&lt;br /&gt;milvan shipping container.  This is primarily sheets, pillow&lt;br /&gt;cases, comforters, blankets...you get the idea.  It can be&lt;br /&gt;a bit daunting to say the least.  Jim and Talie look exhausted&lt;br /&gt;just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHp9Y_ZTOMI/AAAAAAAAB9c/tgQqVG8_nKk/s1600-h/IMG_6408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHp9Y_ZTOMI/AAAAAAAAB9c/tgQqVG8_nKk/s320/IMG_6408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222624586177394882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...by this time of year, most of the laundry has been&lt;br /&gt;washed, folded and bagged for the upcoming summer season.  &lt;br /&gt;Talie's done a great job getting things ready.  Each of those&lt;br /&gt;bags behind her will go on someone's bed this summer and be&lt;br /&gt;waiting for them when they arrive.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-end-of-every-summer-housing.html" title="Dirty Laundry" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=2380829951993432046" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2380829951993432046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2380829951993432046" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/2380829951993432046" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-446103414274351229</id><published>2008-07-10T20:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:28:25.255+12:00</updated><title type="text">My Ink</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHa1nTfyXxI/AAAAAAAAB9E/a7Cx0WP-uXk/s1600-h/Tattoos+2008+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHa1nTfyXxI/AAAAAAAAB9E/a7Cx0WP-uXk/s320/Tattoos+2008+(15).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221560504835792658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a tattoo person.  I don't have anything &lt;br /&gt;against them or people that have them.  It's just not&lt;br /&gt;for me.  But...when Ang and Todd were giving them free&lt;br /&gt;at the recent party on the 4th and they were done with&lt;br /&gt;ink markers and not needles...I said ok.  So here's my&lt;br /&gt;Tat.  It was gone about 24 hours later with soap and water.&lt;br /&gt;Not so easy to do when it's permanent.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ink.html" title="My Ink" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=446103414274351229" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/446103414274351229/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/446103414274351229" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/446103414274351229" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-4223147121001152594</id><published>2008-07-09T20:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:06:37.512+12:00</updated><title type="text">Just A Little</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHUlBE-hkkI/AAAAAAAABks/vw2FnaARj_A/s1600-h/july8+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHUlBE-hkkI/AAAAAAAABks/vw2FnaARj_A/s320/july8+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221120043452043842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot was taken yesterday from Arrival Heights above&lt;br /&gt;town.  The light is getting closer!  Looks like we have&lt;br /&gt;some Nacreous Cloud action too!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-little.html" title="Just A Little" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=4223147121001152594" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4223147121001152594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4223147121001152594" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/4223147121001152594" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-6266895130398914694</id><published>2008-07-08T16:57:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:24:43.504+12:00</updated><title type="text">Dorm Doors of B-155</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0E8YadMI/AAAAAAAABkE/NoPSJutWXE8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0E8YadMI/AAAAAAAABkE/NoPSJutWXE8/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220503283841004738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a photo exhibit of Dorm Doors of Building 155 on&lt;br /&gt;the I:drive today.  The one above of our friend Grump's &lt;br /&gt;room is my favorite.  Below are some other interesting&lt;br /&gt;shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0FHC7mcI/AAAAAAAABkM/Y1I30xYTXD4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0FHC7mcI/AAAAAAAABkM/Y1I30xYTXD4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220503286703692226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0FlpCURI/AAAAAAAABkU/814cmi5Bo4I/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0FlpCURI/AAAAAAAABkU/814cmi5Bo4I/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220503294916579602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0F-G4y8I/AAAAAAAABkc/Z0qNM5Q9dLw/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0F-G4y8I/AAAAAAAABkc/Z0qNM5Q9dLw/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220503301484235714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0GQrOsXI/AAAAAAAABkk/nzm0jA2c80o/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHL0GQrOsXI/AAAAAAAABkk/nzm0jA2c80o/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220503306468503922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/dorm-doors-of-b-155.html" title="Dorm Doors of B-155" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=6266895130398914694" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6266895130398914694/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6266895130398914694" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/6266895130398914694" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-2923589196916639272</id><published>2008-07-07T21:31:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:37:47.486+12:00</updated><title type="text">Jenga</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHLuIXotyyI/AAAAAAAABj8/6sUGFxuWErU/s1600-h/Jenga"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHLuIXotyyI/AAAAAAAABj8/6sUGFxuWErU/s320/Jenga" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496745626979106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of each Independence Day Celebration&lt;br /&gt;here on the Ice are the number of booths that people set up&lt;br /&gt;to test one's skills, make people laugh and generally have&lt;br /&gt;fun.  Probably the highlight of this year's offerings was&lt;br /&gt;the Human Jenga.  In this version, sponsored by the SAR &lt;br /&gt;(Search And Rescue) Team, the participant was placed in a &lt;br /&gt;safety harness used for rock climbing and would stand on a &lt;br /&gt;wooden box.  They were then handed an additional box and&lt;br /&gt;had to stand on that box as well, going all the way up to &lt;br /&gt;10 boxes.  Several people made it that far.  If they fell &lt;br /&gt;off, they were safely held by the climbing rope.  It looked&lt;br /&gt;pretty nerve racking and no, I wasn't stupid enough to try&lt;br /&gt;it, but I had great admiration for those that did.  Pretty&lt;br /&gt;impressive!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/jenga.html" title="Jenga" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=2923589196916639272" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2923589196916639272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2923589196916639272" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/2923589196916639272" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-4808883721609979428</id><published>2008-07-06T08:03:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:22:39.199+12:00</updated><title type="text">There is NO Sanctuary</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHEm6Ta2UII/AAAAAAAABjU/udehVKbp86E/s1600-h/Sammich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHEm6Ta2UII/AAAAAAAABjU/udehVKbp86E/s320/Sammich.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219996226186268802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of our friend Sandwich's recent 30th birthday,&lt;br /&gt;we hosted a two film filmfest on Sunday of Tron, followed&lt;br /&gt;by Logan's Run.  If you haven't seen Logan's Run, here's&lt;br /&gt;the premise...Life is perfect, you have everything you&lt;br /&gt;need.  Only one catch.  You have to die at age 30.  It's&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite movies and we have a DVD copy of it that&lt;br /&gt;I've practically worn out.  Lynn had never seen the whole&lt;br /&gt;movie before and since she's now seen the whole thing...is&lt;br /&gt;not a big fan.  The remaining people toward the end of the&lt;br /&gt;viewing felt the same unfortunately.  My only ally, Jed&lt;br /&gt;left early to call his girlfriend...traitor!  Anyway, I'm&lt;br /&gt;sure that Sandwich was either renewed or reached Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;and she is no longer a Red-29 and is not flying around on&lt;br /&gt;Carousel anymore.  Me?  I've been officially a "Runner" for&lt;br /&gt;12 years now.  No Carousel for me!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-no-sanctuary.html" title="There is NO Sanctuary" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=4808883721609979428" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4808883721609979428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4808883721609979428" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/4808883721609979428" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-8159492912884923753</id><published>2008-07-05T23:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:43:22.047+12:00</updated><title type="text">The Power of the Nap</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHAGXeYyEGI/AAAAAAAABjM/7YU2Wi9pxvQ/s1600-h/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SHAGXeYyEGI/AAAAAAAABjM/7YU2Wi9pxvQ/s320/zzz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219678968486170722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole station has been needing this day off.  Our first&lt;br /&gt;Saturday off in five weeks.  You can just see the tired look&lt;br /&gt;on everyone's face.  People are tired of the cold, tired of &lt;br /&gt;the wind, tired of being held down by "the Man".  I for one&lt;br /&gt;spent my time creatively napping.  Getting up at 11:00 and &lt;br /&gt;then taking two naps during the day is a sign that some serious&lt;br /&gt;rest is needed.  I'm sure I'm not the only one though.  Maybe&lt;br /&gt;everyone will be full of energy and pep on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...probably not.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/power-of-nap.html" title="The Power of the Nap" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=8159492912884923753" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8159492912884923753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8159492912884923753" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/8159492912884923753" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-9006966908245662805</id><published>2008-07-04T23:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:48:58.105+12:00</updated><title type="text">Happy Independence Day!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SG7ecynI-WI/AAAAAAAABjE/7SVAF2yH830/s1600-h/corndog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SG7ecynI-WI/AAAAAAAABjE/7SVAF2yH830/s320/corndog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219353604372625762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard from several people today that they don't&lt;br /&gt;celebrate the 4th of July.  They celebrate Independence&lt;br /&gt;Day.  Independence from our rule by Britain.  To be &lt;br /&gt;honest, I didn't think most people gave it that much&lt;br /&gt;thought.  Apparently some do.  We went to the 4th of&lt;br /&gt;July...I mean Independence Day, party at the MEC and&lt;br /&gt;generally had a good time.  I was a chili cook-off &lt;br /&gt;judge and there were some pretty good entries and one&lt;br /&gt;that tasted somewhere in between excrement and excrement&lt;br /&gt;on one's shoe.  Not a good choice.  After watching many&lt;br /&gt;younger and braver (or dumber) than I, stand on up to&lt;br /&gt;ten crates at a time while harnessed to the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;we watched Moose and Barb conduct the annual auction of&lt;br /&gt;stuff (mostly crap).  Although Lynn entered a couple of&lt;br /&gt;knitted hats and they fetched $20 and $25.  The money&lt;br /&gt;then went to a big pot where tickets were randomly drawn&lt;br /&gt;for cash prizes.  Alas, we were not big winners, but it&lt;br /&gt;was fun to watch.  The highlight of the evening though for&lt;br /&gt;me was celebrating my Independence from being Corn-Dog-Free.&lt;br /&gt;The cooks made homemade corn dogs for the event and after&lt;br /&gt;many months of jonesing for a corn dog...I left satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Now if they can somehow find a way to replicate a Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;Bean Burrito!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-independence-day.html" title="Happy Independence Day!" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=9006966908245662805" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9006966908245662805/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/9006966908245662805" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/9006966908245662805" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-7669830440733443129</id><published>2008-07-03T19:53:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:29:13.919+12:00</updated><title type="text">No Liquor</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SG2Dlr88L0I/AAAAAAAABi8/XlOJaQ0nUS0/s1600-h/liquor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SG2Dlr88L0I/AAAAAAAABi8/XlOJaQ0nUS0/s320/liquor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218972226668998466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was announced today that hard liquor will not be sold &lt;br /&gt;in the store this summer.  Only in the bars in mixed drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Only beer and wine will be available in both places.  All&lt;br /&gt;in the effort to save the program money.  No word yet whether&lt;br /&gt;this will affect Palmer and South Pole stations as well.  &lt;br /&gt;It's not a big deal to us since we're not drinkers, but&lt;br /&gt;it will be a big inconvenience to a lot of the hard core &lt;br /&gt;drinkers down here.  It was also announced a few weeks ago &lt;br /&gt;that smoking will only be allowed in two designated buildings,&lt;br /&gt;instead of the current four, slowly making it a smoke-free&lt;br /&gt;workplace.  It certainly is going to be an interesting summer!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-liquor.html" title="No Liquor" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=7669830440733443129" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7669830440733443129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7669830440733443129" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/7669830440733443129" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-4873481851280682195</id><published>2008-07-02T19:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:04:18.452+12:00</updated><title type="text">Feeder A</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGwA2iGaXsI/AAAAAAAABi0/9XlwBbdc0Zo/s1600-h/Feeder+A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGwA2iGaXsI/AAAAAAAABi0/9XlwBbdc0Zo/s320/Feeder+A.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218547005082197698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that our power has been going off a lot this year.&lt;br /&gt;Except for once though, all of the occurances have been&lt;br /&gt;planned.  Over the last few years, they've been building a&lt;br /&gt;new Power Plant and since it's not completely up to speed&lt;br /&gt;yet, they use the Old Power Plant as well.  Today they had&lt;br /&gt;to bring down the New Plant engines for a 2000 hour maintenance&lt;br /&gt;cycle, so for less than a minute our side of town (Feeder A)&lt;br /&gt;was without power while they switched over to the Old Plant&lt;br /&gt;engines.  This usually turns into quite a task with the &lt;br /&gt;Power Plant technicians, Linemen and Electricians all involved.&lt;br /&gt;I took photos of town without lights, but since it's dark&lt;br /&gt;pretty much all the time in early July, it's kind of like,&lt;br /&gt;"Yep...it's dark...so what".  So we'll get to do this all over&lt;br /&gt;again in a couple of weeks when they switch back over to the&lt;br /&gt;New Plant engines.  You kind of get used to it, but if you &lt;br /&gt;think about it, it's kind of scary to realize how cold it would&lt;br /&gt;get here in a hurry if the power stayed out for an extended time.&lt;br /&gt;Granted we don't get as cold as the Pole...it was only -19 here&lt;br /&gt;this morning, but when we went without power for a couple of &lt;br /&gt;hours last month, one could feel a slight chill already.&lt;br /&gt;Something to keep things in perspective I suppose.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeder.html" title="Feeder A" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=4873481851280682195" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4873481851280682195/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4873481851280682195" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/4873481851280682195" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-8470707076189013981</id><published>2008-07-01T21:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:10:56.863+12:00</updated><title type="text">Taking the Town Photo</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGsNW9bZjvI/AAAAAAAABis/omB_yZNN4zs/s1600-h/Taking+Town+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGsNW9bZjvI/AAAAAAAABis/omB_yZNN4zs/s320/Taking+Town+Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218279281336618738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, 114 of the 125 of us bundled up and &lt;br /&gt;had our photo taken by Antz in front of the Medical &lt;br /&gt;Building.  It was only the second time in our six&lt;br /&gt;winters that we actually took the photo in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;When final copies are posted, I will place them on &lt;br /&gt;here and talk about them more.  For right now, all&lt;br /&gt;I have is this preliminary shot.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-town-photo.html" title="Taking the Town Photo" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=8470707076189013981" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8470707076189013981/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8470707076189013981" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/8470707076189013981" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-2821426563144940569</id><published>2008-06-30T20:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:51:13.217+12:00</updated><title type="text">el Queso Grandes</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGmkl9IacJI/AAAAAAAABik/fPW13aIq5IA/s1600-h/IMG_1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGmkl9IacJI/AAAAAAAABik/fPW13aIq5IA/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217882615257395346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a part of the Fire Department's effort to have 100%&lt;br /&gt;of the station trained in Fire Extinguisher use, it was&lt;br /&gt;my turn today as I was lumped into the group that was&lt;br /&gt;called "el Queso Grandes" (The Big Cheeses).  This was&lt;br /&gt;because the NSF Station Manager, RPSC Station Manager,&lt;br /&gt;FEMC Manager, Ops Manager, QA Inspector and lil ol' me&lt;br /&gt;were the victims...I mean participants.  After having an&lt;br /&gt;hour and a half of classroom theory and training, we &lt;br /&gt;donned the gear (I got to feel like a real fireman) and&lt;br /&gt;we went outside to hit the pan full of ignited MOGAS. &lt;br /&gt;I'd done this before, both here and on a blazing parking&lt;br /&gt;lot in Phoenix (it was hot...not on fire) so I felt &lt;br /&gt;pretty comfortable.  I was 5th in line and after Larry,&lt;br /&gt;the QA Inspector failed to put his fire out, I was still&lt;br /&gt;confident that I would do well.  I knew the PASS (Pull,&lt;br /&gt;Aim, Squeeze and Sweep).  But...I guess I shouldn't quit&lt;br /&gt;my day job as I failed to put out my fire as well.  I&lt;br /&gt;got a second chance and put it out, but by that time my&lt;br /&gt;bubble was burst.  The Chief, Will, said that sometimes&lt;br /&gt;if the fire is hot like it was (as opposed to a cold fire?)&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for the later people to put their fires out as&lt;br /&gt;easily.  I think he was just trying to make Larry and I&lt;br /&gt;feel better but who cares.  I got to wear the cool suit,&lt;br /&gt;snazzy helmet and play with fire.  Now I can go back to&lt;br /&gt;my parent's house in the States and burn leaves...as a&lt;br /&gt;"professional" firefighter!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/el-queso-grandes.html" title="el Queso Grandes" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=2821426563144940569" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2821426563144940569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2821426563144940569" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/2821426563144940569" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-4335984197101911601</id><published>2008-06-29T22:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:10:11.180+12:00</updated><title type="text">Too Many Chips</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGmd7UhBFNI/AAAAAAAABic/fClLnDjjxEw/s1600-h/chips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGmd7UhBFNI/AAAAAAAABic/fClLnDjjxEw/s320/chips.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217875285730464978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Antz's birthday so Shandra and Lisa threw a&lt;br /&gt;party for him at Hut 10 and with Sean's help, made &lt;br /&gt;pizza for everybody. Especially good was the chicken-&lt;br /&gt;Gouda-cranberry variety. Antz is a lover of potato&lt;br /&gt;chips and the Store just happened to have a number of&lt;br /&gt;cans of chips available just in time for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;A number of decorative and imaginative wrapping styles&lt;br /&gt;tried to disguise the chips but the end result was the&lt;br /&gt;same. I told Antz that this is what happens when he &lt;br /&gt;doesn't register somewhere for his birthday. Unfortun-&lt;br /&gt;ately, it looks like he did register...at 7-Eleven.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-many-chips.html" title="Too Many Chips" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=4335984197101911601" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4335984197101911601/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4335984197101911601" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/4335984197101911601" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-2677916409581470777</id><published>2008-06-28T13:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:47:15.932+12:00</updated><title type="text">6 Years Ago Today</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGWPnh8GQbI/AAAAAAAABiU/1qhT17NGIHE/s1600-h/quadtorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGWPnh8GQbI/AAAAAAAABiU/1qhT17NGIHE/s320/quadtorn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216733652666696114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 28, 2002 I was walking with our friend Eileen&lt;br /&gt;to of all things, a Safety Meeting. There's a bit of&lt;br /&gt;a slope on the backside of B-140 between there and B-175&lt;br /&gt;where the meeting was being held. All of a sudden, POW...&lt;br /&gt;down I go. I still remember the falling and landing part.&lt;br /&gt;There had been a light dusting of snow the night before&lt;br /&gt;and this was just enough to make the hard ice below &lt;br /&gt;slippery. Apparently Eileen stopped me from rolling down&lt;br /&gt;the hill any farther by placing her foot in my way but I&lt;br /&gt;don't remember this. More embarrassed than anything else,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get up. It's amazing how your body won't let&lt;br /&gt;you do something you're not supposed to do. I could not get&lt;br /&gt;up off my knees. I was in no real pain. I just couldn't&lt;br /&gt;get up. Eileen went upstairs into B-140 to tell Lynn and&lt;br /&gt;called the Fire Department. They came in an ambulance. &lt;br /&gt;Now THAT was embarrassing. Actually it was the first time I&lt;br /&gt;had ever ridden in an ambulance so that part was OK. When&lt;br /&gt;I got to Medical, they couldn't tell what was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I couldn't walk correctly and they gave me a brace,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I had done something wrong to my knee. Our friends&lt;br /&gt;Mike P. and Ken M. saved me from falling on my face between &lt;br /&gt;Medical and B-155 (even with crutches) and I settled down into&lt;br /&gt;my office on Highway One for the rest of the afternoon. Lynn&lt;br /&gt;brought me ice packs and I hoped for the best. What a trooper&lt;br /&gt;I was though...didn't miss any work! Over the next couple of&lt;br /&gt;weeks they did lots of tests including ultra sounds and a tele-&lt;br /&gt;conference with the University of Texas to find out what was&lt;br /&gt;wrong with me. Station Manager Tom V. and his boss and our &lt;br /&gt;friend Jim S. made sure that I was going to leave at WINFLY and&lt;br /&gt;Jim arranged it that Lynn would be leaving with me as my &lt;br /&gt;caretaker. That was a big relief. So for the next two months&lt;br /&gt;I crutched it around station with an inadequate knee brace and&lt;br /&gt;really cool crutches with carbide tips (kind of like Leki poles)&lt;br /&gt;There was definitely not going to be a medevac and I would &lt;br /&gt;just have to wait for WINFLY to arrive. It was far from fun. When &lt;br /&gt;WINFLY came, I got to leave on the third flight after I did &lt;br /&gt;turnover with my replacement and I was off to Christchurch to&lt;br /&gt;be repaired. Leeann, who would later become our friend, took&lt;br /&gt;care of us, getting us set up at Colombo in the City Motel with&lt;br /&gt;future friends Brendan and Pauline and that would be our home&lt;br /&gt;for the next three months. I went to the doctor and still didn't&lt;br /&gt;know what was wrong. A CRT Scan showed that I had torn my right&lt;br /&gt;quadriceps tendon. The doctor didn't believe it when I told him&lt;br /&gt;and until he looked at the scan was dubious. "Nobody tears their&lt;br /&gt;quadriceps tendon". As you can guess, this didn't make me feel &lt;br /&gt;that great. They scheduled me for surgery which hopefully would&lt;br /&gt;repair it. The doctor had done work in the past for the All Blacks&lt;br /&gt;rugby team so that made feel better and the day I was preparing &lt;br /&gt;for surgery, they drew a big arrow on my right leg to make sure&lt;br /&gt;they took care of the correct leg! What didn't make me comfortable&lt;br /&gt;though was the doctor told me that only twice had he performed this&lt;br /&gt;surgery before...on two Samoans, and both times were unsuccessful.&lt;br /&gt;Great...right before going under the knife. So they gave me a &lt;br /&gt;shot, I started counting down...and was out like a light. I &lt;br /&gt;remember waking up in the recovery room in a lot of pain. Thank&lt;br /&gt;goodness for morphine because I kept giving myself tons of it due&lt;br /&gt;to the little button they provided me to push. That night, Lynn&lt;br /&gt;had to stop me from eating because she thought I was going to &lt;br /&gt;choke to death since I kept falling asleep in mid-bite! After &lt;br /&gt;about three days I got to go back to the Colombo and found I &lt;br /&gt;couldn't sleep in a bed while wearing a hip to ankle cast. So&lt;br /&gt;I slept in a really comfortable chair that Brendan and Pauline &lt;br /&gt;found me and over the next three months learned the difference&lt;br /&gt;between Kiwi, Australian and British accents and the difference&lt;br /&gt;between Union Rugby and League Rugby as well as viewing VERY &lt;br /&gt;boring cricket matches. So much for television. Lynn and I bought a&lt;br /&gt;small van so she would coax me out of my chair as frequently as&lt;br /&gt;possible and when she wasn't alienating the nation of New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;with her other lane driving skills, we had a good time. By &lt;br /&gt;October, lots of fellow-winterovers stopped by to see us and that&lt;br /&gt;certainly made the boredom disappear. Finally in December, I got&lt;br /&gt;the cast off and a shiny new leg brace. As a test, we visited&lt;br /&gt;Queenstown on a long weekend and the brace seemed to work well.&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of physio (not nearly enough) we were ready to leave&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand and head to Australia. On none of the flights between&lt;br /&gt;NZ and home, including Australia, did they ever check that a leg&lt;br /&gt;brace was actually making the metal detector sound off. They just&lt;br /&gt;took my word for it! Sydney was great but those stairs at the&lt;br /&gt;Opera House were killers on someone with a bad leg! Then we made&lt;br /&gt;it home and waited for the next winter.&lt;br /&gt;6 years later, I have most of my mobility back, although I'll &lt;br /&gt;probably never be 100% again. I have trouble going down stairs &lt;br /&gt;without a hand rail and I can't run (not that I could before).&lt;br /&gt;They say that waiting the two months before having surgery is&lt;br /&gt;probably the reason for this. It tried to heal on its own and&lt;br /&gt;didn't heal properly. Overall though, I'm OK with my situation.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't radically changed my life and I always walked a little&lt;br /&gt;funny anyway!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-years-ago-today.html" title="6 Years Ago Today" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=2677916409581470777" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2677916409581470777/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2677916409581470777" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/2677916409581470777" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-1218446885382870053</id><published>2008-06-27T19:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:25:13.513+12:00</updated><title type="text">48 Hour Film Festival</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGVMQeJT0SI/AAAAAAAABiM/5s11IyYwwkQ/s1600-h/Film+Fest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGVMQeJT0SI/AAAAAAAABiM/5s11IyYwwkQ/s320/Film+Fest.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216659589232316706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Antz is hosting this year's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annual Antarctic Winter 48 Hour Film Making Competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sent an email out to a number of other Antarctic&lt;br /&gt;stations but I thought I would help him out by posting&lt;br /&gt;the info on my blog in case he missed anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings Everyone,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am bound to have missed a lot of people with this message,&lt;br /&gt;so feel free to forward it to anyone in the Antarctic community.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the Weekend of August 2nd - 3rd, McMurdo Station and Scott&lt;br /&gt;Base will be having their annual 48 hour film making competition.&lt;br /&gt;We would love it if you would like to join in to make this a &lt;br /&gt;continent-wide event. There is no limit to the number of entries.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How it works:&lt;br /&gt;On Friday August 2nd, a list of required items to include in the&lt;br /&gt;film will be distributed.&lt;br /&gt;These may be specific props, a line of dialogue, sounds, or a &lt;br /&gt;type of character etc.  For example you may be asked to make a &lt;br /&gt;film that includes an ice axe, a teaspoon, the line "What on &lt;br /&gt;Earth is that?", and a sleeping person.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You then go about making a film.  The only real restrictions &lt;br /&gt;are to keep the length below 5 minutes, and have the film &lt;br /&gt;completed by Sunday night.  Films should be made in Antarctica &lt;br /&gt;on the weekend, but may use one or two existing stock footage &lt;br /&gt;shots if really needed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Submissions will be electronic. &lt;br /&gt;Because there are band-width restrictions on many bases, we&lt;br /&gt;will have to rely on a bit of local honesty in the completion &lt;br /&gt;deadline, and allow a few days to get films uploaded.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some samples of films from the 2006 completion can be found&lt;br /&gt;on line here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wk3bT-_OK1w&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5v8_qntZ9c4&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQOTDXB5LNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following items were required in these films:&lt;br /&gt;A Bowl, A Sleeping Person, the sound of a Phone, an Ice &lt;br /&gt;Cream Cone, and the line "We've lost another one".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in participating, or would like to &lt;br /&gt;see the films everyone comes up with, let me know.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are holding our local winter film festival on August 9th, &lt;br /&gt;which will also include other general films made by the local &lt;br /&gt;winter staff. We would love to see something from the other &lt;br /&gt;Antarctic Bases to check out what life is like for you.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any other films you have made, we would love to &lt;br /&gt;show them, but once again, we would like the length to be kept &lt;br /&gt;down to 5 minutes maximum.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A few of my clips from previous years can be found on line here...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/Antzarctica&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One of the easiest way to send files is with a free account at &lt;br /&gt;www.yousendit.com   You can send files up to 100Meg in size for &lt;br /&gt;free, which is about ideal for a short video clip at a reasonable &lt;br /&gt;quality in WMV or QuickTime format.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Antz.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/48-hour-film-festival.html" title="48 Hour Film Festival" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=1218446885382870053" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1218446885382870053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1218446885382870053" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/1218446885382870053" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-6447129156529598970</id><published>2008-06-26T19:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:25:38.539+12:00</updated><title type="text">Email Archaeology</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGR4k6IOb4I/AAAAAAAABiE/Wuyt5015G6Y/s1600-h/archaeology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGR4k6IOb4I/AAAAAAAABiE/Wuyt5015G6Y/s320/archaeology.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216426843876257666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of advice.  Don't ever have an email address for seven&lt;br /&gt;years...and then decide to change it!  Lynn and I finally &lt;br /&gt;decided to change our "main" email to Yahoo and I've spent&lt;br /&gt;the last few days going through several thousand emails in&lt;br /&gt;our old Earthlink account, deciding what to transfer to the&lt;br /&gt;new account and what to send to the etheral trash bin.  What's&lt;br /&gt;amazing is how it's like an archaeology dig into one's past.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things in there that I had completely forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately there are only a few emails that my T-3-riddled&lt;br /&gt;brain couldn't figure out at all.  Each layer (folder) dug &lt;br /&gt;deeper into the past, like a big lasagna of information.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll be glad when it's finally done, but now I feel a bit like&lt;br /&gt;Raiders of the Lost Email...and I'm looking for that treasure-&lt;br /&gt;laden email that says I'm a millionaire.  Oh wait...I did get&lt;br /&gt;some of those...but they were from Nigeria...I deleted them.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/email-archaeology.html" title="Email Archaeology" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=6447129156529598970" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6447129156529598970/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6447129156529598970" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/6447129156529598970" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180856.post-1825052103725917455</id><published>2008-06-25T19:19:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:26:52.935+12:00</updated><title type="text">Pop vs. Soda vs. Coke</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGMnKhFjY2I/AAAAAAAABh8/pTNxZRLBwG4/s1600-h/total-county.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__4X2QAQ3D8o/SGMnKhFjY2I/AAAAAAAABh8/pTNxZRLBwG4/s320/total-county.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216055855059002210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite brands growing up...Canfield's&lt;br /&gt;Shasta, Elf...all Pop.  Not Sodas...not Cokes...Pop.&lt;br /&gt;I came across this interesting web site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Pop vs. Soda Controversy&lt;br /&gt;http://popvssoda.com:2998/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that different people around the&lt;br /&gt;country called pop different things.  For the most&lt;br /&gt;part, I've always lived in "pop" territory.  I &lt;br /&gt;thought it was strange that Southerners called it&lt;br /&gt;coke...even if it was orange, root beer or even &lt;br /&gt;lemon lime...it's a coke.  As far as Soda goes...I &lt;br /&gt;always thought it was just a snobby East Coast thing.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently folks around St. Louis and Wisconsin call&lt;br /&gt;it Soda too.  Of course they're all crazy.  It's Pop.&lt;br /&gt;Why would you call it anything else?</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/2008/06/pop-vs-soda-vs-coke.html" title="Pop vs. Soda vs. Coke" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7180856&amp;postID=1825052103725917455" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1825052103725917455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bigblueglobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1825052103725917455" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180856/posts/default/1825052103725917455" /><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696967458525375416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
