Sunday, January 31, 2016

The Bourne Supremacy (2004)

Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Identity, The (2002)

BOURNE: I'm trying to do the right thing.

JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 6:32 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 23 June 2015 -

Also, I have been thinking more today about how I have reacted to memories I still have of the time period before 6/13/2005. I was inpatient at the University of Washington Medical Center mental health unit in Seattle

I think of that change now as being some kind of loss of context. Not so much a fragmentation of memory but a loss of context about memory. A key fact changed and so that causes my mind to ignore certain facts about before 6/13/2005.

[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 23 June 2015 excerpt ends]

Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Identity, The (2002)

Who am I?

You're U.S. government property! You're a malfunctioning $30 million weapon!

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The Bourne Supremacy (2004)

697 AMCPHD: Sunday, January 31 3:30 PM [ 3:30 PM Sunday 31 January 2016 Pacific Time USA ]

2004, PG-13, ***, 01:48, Color, English, United States,

A CIA chief sends a senior operative (Brian Cox) to take down Jason Bourne (Matt Damon) when it appears the rogue agent is behind the deaths of two people.

Cast: Matt Damon, Franka Potente, Brian Cox, Julia Stiles, Karl Urban, Gabriel Mann, Joan Allen, Marton Csokas, Karel Roden, Tomas Arana, Tom Gallop, Tim Griffin, Michelle Monaghan, Ethan Sandler, John Bedford Lloyd, Oksana Akinshina Director(s): Paul Greengrass Producer(s): Patrick Crowley, Frank Marshall, Paul L. Sandberg Executive Producer(s): Doug Liman, Jeffrey M. Weiner, Henry Morrison

Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Supremacy,The (2004)

It's okay.
Just a headache.
Anything new?
It's just bits and pieces.
I can hear Conklin's voice,
and there's that photograph, but...
I just can't stay with it.
But you're sure it's not
just a bad dream?
It happened.
It was a mission.
And I was there.
You should write it down.
Two years we're scribbling
in that notebook...
It hasn't been two years.
It's always bad, and now it's just
the same thing over and over again.
But that's why we write it down.


Google Maps

12803 E Sprague Ave

Spokane Valley, Washington





Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Supremacy,The (2004)

I told them what would happen if they didn't leave us alone.

- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 4:09 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 31 January 2016

The Bourne Identity (2002)

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The Bourne Identity (2002)

697 AMCPHD: Sunday, January 31 1:00 PM [ 1:00 PM Sunday 31 January 2016 Pacific Time USA ]

2002, PG-13, ***, 01:59, Color, English, United States,

A woman (Franka Potente) helps an amnesiac (Matt Damon), who has a dangerous past, to dodge assassins as he tries to learn about himself.

Cast: Matt Damon, Franka Potente, Chris Cooper, Clive Owen, Brian Cox, Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, Gabriel Mann, Walton Goggins, Josh Hamilton, Julia Stiles, Orso Maria Guerrini, Tim Dutton Director(s): Doug Liman Producer(s): Richard N. Gladstein, Patrick Crowley, Doug Liman Executive Producer(s): Frank Marshall

Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Identity, The (2002)

Who are you?
GIANCARLO: What's your name?
What's your name?
BOURNE: I don't know.
BOURNE: Oh, God.
GIANCARLO: Lie down.

From 10/1/1925 ( the Mount Rushmore National Memorial designation ) To 12/7/1998 ( my first day working at Microsoft Corporation as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and the active duty United States Marine Corps lieutenant colonel circa 1998 ) is 26730 days

26730 = 13365 + 13365

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 6/6/2002 is 13365 days

WASHINGTON, June 6, 2002 — At launch events here and across the country, Microsoft Corp. today announced the general availability of Microsoft® Project 2002, the next generation of the world's top-selling project management software, substantiating its move into the enterprise project and resource management arena.

Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Identity, The (2002)

BOURNE: Open that. Tell me what's inside.
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?

Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Identity, The (2002)

NICKY: Alpha 37509.
[Phone rings]
ZORN: Yeah.
Hang on.
Bourne went to Paris, to the apartment.

Springfield! Springfield!

Bourne Identity, The (2002)

CONKLIN: Well, you got to clean that up.
NICKY: No, I can't clean it up.


The Bourne Identity (2002)

Release Info

USA 6 June 2002 (premiere)


The Bourne Identity (2002)

Full Cast & Crew

Matt Damon ... Bourne


The Bourne Identity (2002)


Jason Bourne: Who has a safety deposit box full of money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here, and the first thing I'm doing is I'm catching the sightlines and looking for an exit.

Marie: I see the exit sign, too. I'm not worried. I mean, you were shot. People do all kinds of weird and amazing stuff when they are scared.

Jason Bourne: I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab or the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?

National Park Service

Mount Rushmore


National Memorial - October 1, 1925

Girly Edition [ The Simpsons ]

First aired on FOX: 19-Apr-1998

% Homer and his helper monkey are on the floor of the living room. Garbage
% is strewn everywhere, and the walls are splattered with goo.

% Marge complains that Mojo's wearing a diaper -- he's ment to be housebroken.
% Homer and Mojo say "eh," at the same time, tossing their hands in the air
% as if to say "who cares?".

Marge: [groans in frustration] You said this monkey would be sweeping the floors and cleaning the gutters. And now, he just lies there, struggling to breathe!

Homer: What do you want? His cholesterol's through the roof.

Marge: I want you to take that monkey back, so he can be rehabilitated and get a second chance.

Homer: No, no, he's fine! Go on, Mojo! Show Marge your happy dance!

% Mojo gets up, and stumbles across the floor, barely able to breathe. He
% makes it to a wall and leans against it for support, exhausted.
% Homer: "And, so on."

Girly Edition [ The Simpsons ]

First aired on FOX: 19-Apr-1998

% Later, Homer leaves Mojo at the door of the Animal Assistants Program.
% He steps on the gas and speeds away from the scene.
% Man: "Mojo! What have they done to you?"

% Punching a few keys into a voice generation typewriter, Mojo tells
% him, "PRAY FOR MOJO".

- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 2:13 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 31 January 2016

The Expanse





JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 7:05 PM Pacific Time somewhere near Seattle Washington State USA Tuesday 22 October 2013 -


SGA 1.20 "The Siege Part 2"

Hold on a second, Colonel. I don't think you fully grasp our situation.

You have three Wraith hive ships bearing down on your position and precious little to defend yourselves with. That about sum it up?

You got our message.

We got your message.

[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 22 October 2013 excerpt ends]

- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 1:11 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 31 January 2016

That's some good television right there.

Second Chance Season 1 Episode 3

From Darkness, The Sun

Aired Wednesday 9:00 PM Jan 27, 2016 on FOX

AIRED: 1/27/16


Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980)


Darth Vader: Impressive. Most impressive.






FELLOW GEEK: You can't do it, dude!

WALLACE: I'm doing it!

(He types and the warrior runs on and stops at a wall covered in symbols.)

FELLOW GEEK: It's one of those programmer's jokes –- a problem that can't be solved.

WALLACE: I already solved this.

FELLOW GEEK: No you didn't!

Springfield! Springfield!


98 Seconds [ Episode 3 Season 1 ]

And even though she was just telling the truth, she was expelled.






FELLOW GEEK: It's one of those programmer's jokes –- a problem that can't be solved.

Springfield! Springfield!

The Expanse

Salvage [ Episode 8 Season 1 ]

First time? First time what? First time in space? - Oh, I am.
- Ah.
Ceres born and raised then? Yup.
They say if you grew up on a station, you develop a natural agoraphobia.
From living underground.
In the tunnels.
You're not used to the wide open spaces.
I'm used to this guy.
He spends a lot more time working underneath things than he does on top.
He could worry a little more about his ear hygiene, too.
You just looked a little nervous, that's all.
You know, if you identify the fear, you can get past it.
And then you get used to it.
I've been flying once a month for the past year and a half.
- Salesman? - No, I'm, uh.
I'm preparing myself for the Nauvoo.
The Nauvoo.
Mormon? Yes.
A different kind of salesman.
(CHUCKLES) But don't hold that against me.
Well, there was a time when I would've.
But not anymore? Uh.

Springfield! Springfield!


98 Seconds [ Episode 3 Season 1 ]

Bram, this is my cousin Pedro.

What happened?

I fell is what happened. Stupid-ass ladder was wet.

Lemon of Troy

Original airdate in N.A.: 14-May-95

At the town line, Bart assembles his men.

Bart: OK, here's how it goes: I'm the leader, Milhouse is my loyal sidekick, Nelson's the tough guy, Martin's the smart guy, and Todd's the quiet religious guy who ends up going crazy.

Springfield! Springfield!


98 Seconds [ Episode 3 Season 1 ]

Finally, we're home.

How long have you been going there?

Six months.


Google Maps

1578 Gillette Rd

Pomona, California






WALLACE: Who are you?

RUSH: Doctor Nicholas Rush. May we come in?


RUSH: You spent a great deal of time recently playing an online fantasy game called Prometheus.

(Eli laughs.)

WALLACE: Big Brother's got nothing better to do?!

RUSH: Last night, you solved the Dakara weapons puzzle.

WALLACE: Yeah. A month of my life went into that! D'you know what happens when you solve that thing? Nothing!

O'NEILL: We're here. That happened.



Back to the Future (1985)


Biff Tannen: Mr. McFly! Mr. McFly, this just arrived. Oh, hi, Marty. I think it's your new book.

Lorraine Baines: Oh, honey! Your first novel.

George McFly: Like I've always told you, you put your mind to it, you can accomplish *anything*.

From 4/9/1986 ( --- ) To 8/11/1993 is 2681 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 3/6/1973 ( Richard Nixon - Remarks at a Ceremony Honoring Slain Foreign Service Officers ) is 2681 days

From 10/10/1961 ( premiere US TV series "Alcoa Premiere" ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash ) is 10144 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/11/1993 is 10144 days

From 4/11/1912 ( the Titanic departs for New York City ) To 10/28/1967 ( Julia Roberts ) is 20288 days

20288 = 10144 + 10144

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/11/1993 is 10144 days

From 6/7/1963 ( premiere US film "Violated Paradise" ) To 3/16/1991 ( my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate Columbia South Carolina ) is 10144 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/11/1993 is 10144 days

From 9/24/1975 ( premiere US film "Three Days of the Condor" ) To 8/11/1993 is 6531 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 9/20/1983 ( Ronald Reagan - Remarks at Convocation Ceremonies at the University of South Carolina in Columbia ) is 6531 days

From 1/17/1991 ( the date of record of my United States Navy Medal of Honor as Kerry Wayne Burgess chief warrant officer United States Marine Corps circa 1991 ) To 8/11/1993 is 937 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 5/27/1968 ( United States Title 18 Treason - the fraudulent enlistment by George Walker Bush in the Texas Air National Guard ) is 937 days

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Without Remorse Hardcover – August 11, 1993

by Tom Clancy (Author)

Product Details

Hardcover: 639 pages

Publisher: Putnam; 1st edition (August 11, 1993)

Without Remorse (1993)

Tom Clancy

"How do you get a place like this?" Sam asked.

"A friend helped me get the lease. Surplus government property."

"He must be some friend." Sarah said, admiring the built-in refrigerator.

"Yes, he is."

Vice Admiral Winslow Holland Maxwell, USN, had his office on the E-Ring of the Pentagon. It was an outside office, allowing him a fine view of Washington--and the demonstrators, he noted angrily to himself. Baby Killers! one placard read.

Springfield! Springfield!

The Expanse

Salvage [ Episode 8 Season 1 ]

Forgive me for saying so, but I don't get the impression you're a man who's accepted Jesus Christ into his heart.
I guess I'm just not that desperate.
We all are.
If we're being honest with ourselves.
(INHALES) Let me ask you something.
You guys are gonna get on this big ship, you're gonna ride out into the great beyond for 100 years.
What happens when you get out there (CLICKS TONGUE) And there's nothing.
That big planet you got picked out, it ain't worth a damn.
I mean, nobody really knows what's out there.
You can't come back.
Well, you're right about not coming back.
But if that is the case, God has just revealed to us that we haven't finished our search yet.
(WHISPERING) Doesn't that scare the shit out of you? Yeah, of course it does.
But I put myself in the hands of God.
True faith is a risk.
You know, and with great risk comes Yeah, yeah, I know the rest.
Ah, who knows.
You guys might be getting out at just the right time.
Only thing we got here is the lovely charted belt asteroid Bravo-Alpha 834024112.

From 10/19/2013 to 1/31/2016 is 834 days

From 10/14/1947 to 10/19/2013 is 24112 days

Springfield! Springfield!

The Expanse

Salvage [ Episode 8 Season 1 ]

Only thing we got here is the lovely charted belt asteroid Bravo-Alpha 834024112.
No life pod, no emergency habitat, nothing.
These were the coordinates we were given.
ALEX: It's just a rock.
Alex, take her around, let's have a look-see.
You got it, Chief.
(THRUSTERS FIRING) Alex, hold up.
Swing back.
Right there.
Inside that crevasse.
(WHISTLES) That is some sweet parking job.
It's barely registering on the scopes.
It's a stealth ship.
Just like the ones that killed the Donnager.
And the Cant.
I kinda want to blast it.
Easy there, partner.
These things tend to shoot back.




U.S. Air Force Captain Chuck Yeager becomes the first person to fly faster than the speed of sound.

Yeager, born in Myra, West Virginia, in 1923, was a combat fighter during World War II and flew 64 missions over Europe. He shot down 13 German planes and was himself shot down over France, but he escaped capture with the assistance of the French Underground. After the war, he was among several volunteers chosen to test-fly the experimental X-1 rocket plane, built by the Bell Aircraft Company to explore the possibility of supersonic flight.

For years, many aviators believed that man was not meant to fly faster than the speed of sound, theorizing that transonic drag rise would tear any aircraft apart. All that changed on October 14, 1947, when Yeager flew the X-1 over Rogers Dry Lake in Southern California. The X-1 was lifted to an altitude of 25,000 feet by a B-29 aircraft and then released through the bomb bay, rocketing to 40,000 feet and exceeding 662 miles per hour (the sound barrier at that altitude). The rocket plane, nicknamed “Glamorous Glennis,” was designed with thin, unswept wings and a streamlined fuselage modeled after a .50-caliber bullet.

Because of the secrecy of the project, Bell and Yeager’s achievement was not announced until June 1948. Yeager continued to serve as a test pilot, and in 1953 he flew 1,650 miles per hour in an X-1A rocket plane. He retired from the U.S. Air Force in 1975 with the rank of brigadier general.

Springfield! Springfield!

The Expanse

Salvage [ Episode 8 Season 1 ]

This is as far as you've got? It's level four MCRN encryption.
If I poke the wrong node, I'll wipe out all the data.
A lot of Martian soldiers gave their lives for this information.
I need to know why.
I need you to look at something.
Kinda busy.
(STATIC CRACKLING) What the hell is that? HOLDEN: I was hoping you could tell us.
Looks dead.
Oh, yeah, you're a great help.
EMF reflection, practically zero across all main bands.
It's nice stealth tech.
We already figured that out.
Who has ships like that? Mars, of course.
But this is not a design I've seen before, - must be one of the newer.
- It's not Martian.
No one else builds stealth, no one else can afford to.
This is what Fred Johnson sent you out here to find.
- I don't think he knew it was out here.
- Bullshit.
A dead stealth ship sitting next to a rock looks just like a rock, unless you know exactly where to look.
You guys are out here to salvage this.
We're not on a salvage mission.
Fred Johnson is a terrorist, you can't We're not on a salvage mission! We're here looking for survivors.
And some answers, if we're lucky.

- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 10:58 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Sunday 31 January 2016

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Your lives are meaningless and pathetic and pointless.

You are all vermin.

You cause nothing but harm and destruction to everything.

You're parasites.

- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 1:20 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Saturday 30 January 2016

Friday, January 29, 2016

Rainbow Six (1998)

Strasbourg Agreement

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Strasbourg Agreement can refer to:

Strasbourg Agreement (1675), regarding the use of chemical weapons

Strasbourg Agreement Concerning the International Patent Classification (1971)

From 3/16/1991 ( my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate Columbia South Carolina ) To 8/3/1998 is 2697 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 3/22/1973 ( Richard Nixon - Message to the Senate Transmitting the Strasbourg Agreement Concerning the International Patent Classification ) is 2697 days

From 3/16/1991 ( my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate Columbia South Carolina ) To 8/3/1998 is 2697 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 3/22/1973 ( Professor George Gray describes the liquid crystal display ) is 2697 days

From 7/19/1989 ( Bill Gates-Microsoft-George Bush kills 111 passengers and crew of United Airlines Flight 232 and destroys the United Airlines Flight 232 aircraft because I was a passenger of United Airlines Flight 232 as United States Navy Petty Officer Second Class Kerry Wayne Burgess and I was assigned to maintain custody of a non-violent offender military prisoner of the United States ) To 8/3/1998 is 3302 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 11/17/1974 ( premiere US TV series episode "Nova"::"The Hunting of the Quark" ) is 3302 days

From 3/3/1951 ( premiere US film "Corn Plastered" ) To 8/3/1998 is 17320 days

17320 = 8660 + 8660

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 7/19/1989 ( Bill Gates-Microsoft-George Bush kills 111 passengers and crew of United Airlines Flight 232 and destroys the United Airlines Flight 232 aircraft because I was a passenger of United Airlines Flight 232 as United States Navy Petty Officer Second Class Kerry Wayne Burgess and I was assigned to maintain custody of a non-violent offender military prisoner of the United States ) is 8660 days

From 10/2/1952 ( premiere US TV series "The Ford Television Theatre" ) To 7/3/1985 ( premiere US film "Back to the Future" ) is 11962 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/3/1998 is 11962 days

The Seattle Times

Sunday, August 2, 1998

An Action-Packed Summer Read -- Tom Clancy's Latest Storms The Shores

By Melinda Bargreen

Seattle Times Staff Critic

------------------------------- "Rainbox Six" by Tom Clancy Putnam, $27.95 -------------------------------

Rumblings in the distance are growing louder, as a phalanx of trucks approaches local bookstores. There is a diesel storm rising.

Tom Clancy is back.

Yes, fans, the latest humongous Clancy doorstop of a book - at 752 pages, a veritable Cortez Kennedy among action-thrillers - officially hits stores tomorrow.

Los Angeles Times ARCHIVES

L.A. Times Archives

Cornwall, Clancy Leading Summer Charge

Los Angeles Times - Los Angeles, Calif.


Date: Jul 2, 1998

Abstract (Document Summary)

Tom Clancy's "Rainbow Six" (Putnam) will be available starting Aug. 3. Clancy, one of the heavyweight champs of commercial fiction and master of the techno-thriller, is delivering his first hardcover novel since 1996. He is bringing back John Clark, the former Navy SEAL from "Without Remorse," who takes on a maniacal bunch of terrorists this time around. First printing: around 2 million copies.


Rainbow Six Hardcover – August 3, 1998

by Tom Clancy (Author)

Product Details

Hardcover: 738 pages

Publisher: Putnam Adult; First Edition edition (August 3, 1998)

The American Presidency Project

Richard Nixon

XXXVII President of the United States: 1969 - 1974

88 - Message to the Senate Transmitting the Strasbourg Agreement Concerning the International Patent Classification.

March 22, 1973

To the Senate of the United States:

With a view to receiving the advice and consent of the Senate to ratification, I transmit herewith a certified copy of the Strasbourg Agreement Concerning the International Patent Classification, signed March 24, 1971. I transmit also, for the information of the Senate, the report from the Department of State with respect to the Agreement.

The purpose of the Agreement is generally similar to that set forth in the Nice Agreement Concerning International Classification of Goods and Services to which Trademarks are Applied, as revised at Stockholm July 14, 1967, and the Locarno Agreement Establishing an International Classification for Industrial Designs, signed October 8, 1968. Both of these earlier Agreements were approved by the Senate on December 11, 1971. The countries party to the Agreement constitute a Special Union under the Pads Union established by the Paris Convention for the Protection of Industrial Property, last revised in 1967 at Stockholm. The Special Union consists of an Assembly of all contracting parties and a Committee of Experts. Pursuant to the Agreement a common classification is adopted for patents for invention, inventors' certificates, utility models and utility certificates, to be known as the "International Patent Classification" and provisions are included for its amendment.

It is important from the standpoint of the interest of patent owners and from the standpoint of effective government administration of its patent functions that the United States become a party to the Agreement so that it may participate as a member of the Special Union.

I recommend that the Senate give early and favorable consideration to this Agreement and give its advice and consent to ratification.


The White House,

March 22, 1973.



Strasbourg Agreement Concerning the International Patent Classification

The Strasbourg Agreement establishes the International Patent Classification (IPC) which divides technology into eight sections with approximately 70,000 subdivisions. Classification is indispensable for the retrieval of patent documents in the search for "prior art". Such retrieval is needed by patent-issuing authorities, potential inventors, research and development units and others concerned with the application or development of technology.

Rainbow Six (1998)

Tom Clancy


"Yes, he's done well, twisting science the way he has."

"You don't approve?"

"Restructuring DNA in plants and animals-no. Nature has evolved without our assistance for two billion years at least. I doubt that it needs help from us."

" `There are some things man is not meant to know'?" the senator asked with a chuckle. His professional background was in contracting, in gouging holes in the ground and erecting something that nature didn't want there, though his sensitivity on environmental issues, Dr. Brightling thought, had itself evolved from his love of Washington and his desire to remain here in a position of power. It was called Potomac Fever, a disease easily caught and less easily cured.

"The problem, Senator Hawking, is that nature is both complex and subtle. When we change things, we cannot easily predict the ramifications of the changes. It's called the Law of Unintended Consequences, something with which the Congress is familiar, isn't it?"

"You mean-"

"I mean that the reason we have a federal law about environmental impact statements is that it's far easier to mess things up than it is to get them right. In the case of recombinant DNA, we can more easily change the genetic code than we can evaluate the effects those changes will cause a century from now. That sort of power is one that should be used with the greatest possible care. Not everyone seems to grasp that simple fact."

Which point was difficult to argue with, the senator had to concede gracefully. Brightling would be making that case before his committee in another week. Had that been the thing that had broken up the marriage of John and Carol Brightling? How very sad. With that observation, the senator made his excuses and headed off to join his wife.

"There's nothing new in that point of view." John Brightling's doctorate in molecular biology came from the University of Virginia, along with his M.D. "It started with a guy named Ned Ludd a few centuries ago. He was afraid that the Industrial Revolution would put an end to the cottage-industry economy in England. And he was right. That economic model was wrecked. But what replaced it was better for the consumer, and that's why we call it progress!" Not surprisingly, John Brightling, a billionaire heading for number two, was holding court before a small crowd of admirers.

"But the complexity-" One of the audience started to object.

"Happens every day-every second, in fact. And so do the things we're trying to conquer. Cancer, for example. No, madam, are you willing to put an end to our work if it means no cure for breast cancer? That disease strikes five percent of the human population worldwide. Cancer is a genetic disease. The key to curing it is in the human genome. And my company is going to find that key! Aging is the same thing. Salk's team at La Jolla found the kill-me gene more than fifteen years ago. If we can find a way to turn it off, then human immortality can be real. Madam - does the idea of living forever in a body of twenty-five years' maturity appeal to you?"

"But what about overcrowding?" The congresswoman's objection was somewhat quieter than her first. It was too vast a thought, too surprisingly posed, to allow an immediate objection.

"One thing at a time. The invention of DDT killed off huge quantities of disease-bearing insects, and that increased populations all over the world, didn't it? Okay, we are a little more crowded now, but who wants to bring the anopheles mosquito back? Is malaria a reasonable method of population control? Nobody here wants to bring war back, right? We used to use that, too, to control populations. We got over it, didn't we? Hell, controlling populations is no big deal. It's called birth control, and the advanced countries have already learned how to do it, and the backward countries can, too, if they have a good reason for doing so. It might take a generation or so," John Brightling mused, "but is there anyone here who would not want to be twenty-five again-with all the things we've learned along the way, of course. It damned well appeals to me!" he went on with a warm smile. With sky-high salaries and promises of stock options, his company had assembled an incredible team of talent to look at that particular gene. The profits that would accrue from its control could hardly be estimated, and the U.S. patent was good for seventeen years! Human immortality, the new Holy Grail for the medical community-and for the first time it was something for serious investigation, not a topic of pulp science-fiction stories.

"You think you can do it?" another congresswoman this one from San Francisco-asked. Women of all sorts found themselves drawn to this man. Money, power, good looks, and good manners made it inevitable.

John Brightling smiled broadly. "Ask me in five years. We know the gene. We need to learn how to turn it off. There's a whole lot of basic science in there we have to uncover, and along the way we hope to discover a lot of very useful things. It's like setting off with Magellan. We aren't sure what we're going to find, but we know it'll all be interesting." No one pointed out that Magellan hadn't made it home from that particular trip.

JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 6:56 PM Pacific Time near Seattle Washington State USA Sunday 11 August 2013 -

University of Hull

The screen you’re reading this on was inspired in Hull 40 years ago…

20 March 2013

Did you know that the phone in your pocket, the screen on your desk and your 3D television exist because of a technological breakthrough 40 years ago this week by a research team at the University of Hull?

On March 22, 1973 Professor George Gray, FRS, CBE, published a paper describing a new type of liquid crystals that could be stabilised at room temperature for the very first time, giving birth to the first generation of liquid crystal displays or LCDs.

The Telegraph

Professor George Gray

In 1973 Gray and his colleagues designed and synthesised a new class of liquid crystals, called cyanobiphenyls, which were stable, yet still “flippable”, at room temperature. They published a paper describing their work on March 22 1973. Commercialised by BDH Chemicals (now E Merck), in collaboration with the MoD, the first liquid crystal displays in commercial devices appeared the following year.

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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 11/03/10 6:09 AM
In that line of thought last weekend about Kerry Burgess, which all happened, I feel certain before I watched the premiere of the "The Walking Dead" television series, I thought over in my mind of the things he and I talked about. He was supposed to make contact with some group, which in some line of thought would immediately show up here and knock on the door and ask for him, while other times he would make the contact first to that group. We talked about the differences he could see from what he knew from 16 years ago and by far the greatest change are the flat screen monitors and television and we discussed some other technology details, such as flash drives, but not much else had really changed that much.

One consistent line of thought that I thought over several times probably over the course of about a day, was that he was the one who would drive me out to Tiger, Washington, and he didn't know why but that was what he was going to do. He made a call, got some transportation and we drove out through the night in a white Toyota pickup truck that I guess was the Tundra model. He didn't know why we were going there but when we got there, we stopped at that Riverside Cemetery. I walked out into the cemetery and the dead people started rising from under the ground and they were restored to the appearance when they died. They were mingling around and I talked to the first one and that dead person could not see Kerry Burgess as he stood near the pickup truck near the highway but that dead person could see a person who had wandered nearby and was looking at us. The dead person went over to that other person and something happened in that the dead person took over the body of that unidentified person who had wander over to look at us. The person then became a bloodthirsty zombie who still could not see Kerry Burgess and I guess that zombie then went off to infect other humans. As I walked through the cemetery, other dead people began to rise from under the ground and they mingled around until I told them they were free and they all went off somewhere. Kerry Burgess drove me back to here although we stopped at another cemetery along the way and the process repeated it and when we got back here I walked out into that cemetery nearby and the same thing happened there too and I thought about a lot of details and I don't think that line of thought extended beyond that point. Oh, yeah, Kerry Burgess had access to a house and I stayed there in that house and I watched the news for developments.

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Rainbow Six (1998)

Tom Clancy



"And how large is the overall package?"

"Six microns. Would you believe it? The packaging is white in color, so it reflects light pretty well, especially UV radiation, and in a water-spray environment, it's just about invisible." The individual capsules couldn't be seen with the naked eye, and only barely with an optical microscope. Better still, their weight was such that they'd float in air about the same as dust particles, as readily breathable as secondhand smoke in a singles bar. Once in the body, the coating would dissolve, and allow release of the Shiva strands into the lungs or the upper GI, where they could go to work.

"Water soluble?" Maggie asked.

"Slowly, but faster if there's anything biologically active in the water, like the trace hydrochloric acid in saliva, for example. Wow, we could have really made money from the Iraqis with this one, kiddo - or anybody, who wants to play bio-war in the real world."

Their company had invented the technology, working on an NIH grant designed to develop an easier way than needles to deliver vaccines. Needles required semiskilled use. The new technique used electrophoresis to wrap insignificantly tiny quantities of protective gel around even smaller amounts of airborne bioactive agents. That would allow people to ingest vaccines with a simple drink rather than the more commonly used method of inoculation. If they ever fielded a working AIDS vaccine, this would be the method of choice for administering it in Africa where countries lacked the infrastructure to do much of anything. Steve had just proven that the same technology could be used to deliver active virus with the same degree of safety and reliability. Or almost proven it.

"How do we proof-test it?" Maggie asked.

"Monkeys. How we fixed for monkeys in the lab?"

"Lots," she assured him. This would be an important step. They'd give it to a few monkeys; then see how well it spread through the laboratory population.

Ford Theatre: All Star Theatre Season 1 Episode 1

Life, Liberty and Orrin Dooley

Aired Unknown Oct 02, 1952 on NBC

AIRED: 10/2/52


Back to the Future (1985)

Release Info

USA 3 July 1985

NOVA Season 2 Episode 3

Hunting of the Quark (The)

Aired Wednesday 9:00 PM Nov 17, 1974 on PBS

Smashing matter into ever smaller pieces in an attempt to find its fundamental building blocks has produced a confused nightmare of particles. NOVA looks at this on-again, off-again story—one of sciences's most mysterious—and, one of the most expensive, involving some of the biggest machines in the world.

AIRED: 11/17/74

Springfield! Springfield!

Cast Away (2000)

Brace forimpact!
[Engine Roaring]
[ Groaning, Wheezing ]
Hello !


Cast Away (2000)


Chuck Noland: Hello! Anybody?


You all right there, Captain?

The 42-minute Drama Of Flight 232

This article was written by Inquirer staff writer Larry Eichel based on reporting by Fawn Vrazo in Denver, Gilbert M. Gaul in Chicago and Paul Nussbaum and Andrew Cassel in Sioux City, Iowa. Inquirer staff writers Dwight Ott and John Way Jennings also contributed to this article

POSTED: July 23, 1989

They all remember the sound and the feel and not knowing what it was.

It was "sort of like a sonic boom," said Jerry Milford, 38, of Indianapolis, traveling with his family in Row 37, the second-to-last row of United Airlines Flight 232.

It felt like "a sudden, strong jolt," said A. Upton Rehnberg, 52, of Rockford, Ill., an executive with an aircraft-parts manufacturer, seated in Row 9 at the front of the coach section.

It was "kind of like an explosion. . . . It almost felt like you hit something," said Donna Treber, 47, of Westminster, Colo., a businesswoman seated in Row 15.

What they heard and felt at 3:16 CDT Wednesday afternoon six miles over Iowa was the rear engine blowing apart on their DC-10 jumbo jet with 296 people on board.

Precisely what happened to that General Electric CF6-6 engine will be determined by federal investigators in the weeks ahead. What happened inside the plane is already seared forever in the memories of the survivors.

They will never forget the sense of imminent doom, the frightening approach to the Sioux Gateway Airport, the impact of the plane crashing into the cornfield, the flash of flame, the moment they realized they were not going to die and the moment they realized that many of their fellow passengers had not been so fortunate.

One hundred eighty-six people survived. One hundred ten died in the crash, the 10th worst in U.S. history.

Their ordeal began with the sound, which came as the eight flight attendants were clearing away a lunch of chicken fingers and potato chips. When it happened, it was cause for concern but not alarm - even if it was strong enough to knock the flight attendants to the floor.

The plane shook, took a brief nose dive. There were a few little screams. But then the plane leveled off, albeit a little unsteadily.

Those on board started worrying not so much about life and death as about dinner plans that might have to be changed, about connecting flights that might be missed, about friends and relatives who had planned to meet them and might be inconvenienced by any prolonged delay.

They were not just people from the Denver area, where the flight originated, or from Chicago, where it was headed, or from Philadelphia, which was to have been its ultimate destination.

Many had started the day in cities west of Denver; others planned to change planes in the "Crystal Palace" that is United's glittering new terminal in Chicago and fly on to other cities in the East and Midwest.

Like almost any commercial jetliner, particularly one traveling across the middle of the country in the middle of the summer in the middle of the day, Flight 232 carried a cross-section of America.

In Row 1 of the first-class section, two couples from New Jersey, Harlon and Joann Dobson of Pittsgrove Township and William and Rose Marie Prato of Vineland, all in their 40s, were returning home from a three-week dream vacation in Hawaii. They had been given first-class upgrades because mechanical problems had forced them to miss their scheduled flight.

In Row 5, at the back of first class, Tom and Ellen Hughes, ages 30 and 27, of Exeter Township, Berks County, Pa., were coming home from a Hawaiian honeymoon.

In Row 14, on the left side of the plane, Jenny Hudspeth, 61, of Cheyenne, Wyo., was traveling to Columbus, Ohio, for family reasons - to meet with an older sister and an aunt and then return home with her 100-year-old father.

In Row 23, in the second of the two coach sections, Jerry Schemmel, 29, deputy commissioner of the Continental Basketball Association, was also flying to Columbus, where the basketball league was planning to hold its draft of

college players. He and the league commissioner, Jay Ramsdell, 25, were standby passengers, having held tickets for an earlier flight that had been canceled; they were the last two people to get on the plane.

In Row 38, the very last on the DC-10, Yisroel Brownstein, the 9-year-old son of a Denver rabbi, was flying alone for the first time, traveling to Philadelphia to visit a friend. Before he took the flight, he said a prayer in Hebrew, a prayer for safe passage that is recited by all observant Jews before making a trip.


For the first hour of the flight, most of them had ignored their seatmates, as airline passengers often do, burying their faces in their books or shutting out potential conversation by jamming airline-provided headsets into their ears. But now they turned to one another and started to talk about where they were going, why they were going there and the experience they were sharing.

They did not know how perilous their situation was. They did not know that in the cockpit, Capt. Alfred C. Haynes, who had served as a Marine fighter pilot in the Korean War and had flown for United for 33 years, was struggling to control the wounded plane.

The co-pilot, William R. Records, had been at the controls when the engine blew. But now both pilot and co-pilot were wrestling with the steering yokes in front of them, pulling left as hard as they could.

At 3:17, flying at 31,000 feet, Haynes reported to air traffic controllers in Minneapolis that the 15-year-old plane was losing all the pressure in its hydraulic system. Without hydraulics, he could not control the wings, the tail or the rudder; in essence, he could not steer the plane. The controllers directed him to land in Dubuque, on Iowa's eastern edge, the next reasonably large airport on his flight path.

Back in the cabin, Dennis Fitch, a United flight training supervisor who was riding as a passenger, had heard the engine blow. He grabbed a flight attendant, identified himself and had her take him to the cockpit.

Haynes put him right to work. He had Fitch get down on his knees between Haynes and Records and manipulate the throttle. For the rest of the flight, Fitch never let go. He did not rise from his knees until the final seconds, when he had to be belted into a seat.


At 3:20, Haynes radioed that the plane was experiencing "complete hydraulic failure." He said he had an emergency on his hands. The controllers rerouted him to the closest airport, Sioux City, which he had passed a few minutes earlier on his flight east.

Haynes made radio contact with his airline's maintenance center in San Francisco, asking for mechanical help. Like most other commercial pilots, he had not been trained what to do when all three hydraulic systems fail. The reason, National Transportation Safety Board member James Burnett told reporters Friday, was simple. "There is nothing that can be done" when all three systems fail, he said.

No one at the maintenance center could suggest anything other than what Haynes, Records and Fitch were already doing - trying to guide the crippled plane by varying the power in the two remaining engines, one mounted on each wing. They were on their own.

A minute or two later, a member of the cockpit crew calmly announced to the passengers that the crew had "lost" the number-two engine, the one mounted halfway up the DC-10's distinctive tail, and that the plane would be late getting into Chicago.

That announcement, of course, was meant to be taken literally. The plane had not just lost power in that engine, as many passengers assumed; it had lost pieces of the engine itself, as well as sections of the tail.

Indeed, a few minutes later, workers returning from a coffee break at Alta, Iowa, 60 miles east of Sioux City, would discover an 8-by-12-foot piece of the airplane in a field. Four miles away from them, Allen and Phil Jahde would find three pieces of the plane scattered in their cornfield. Phil Jahde said one piece was a 6-foot-long metal band, engraved ENG 2.

But the matter-of-fact tone of the announcement inside the DC-10's cabin made it sound as if all of this were some relatively minor annoyance.

"Everyone was talking about how you could fly with one engine and not to worry," said Nell McDonnell of Denver, a financial writer.

"There was no alarm whatsoever," said Robert Manz, a state tax auditor

from Tiffin, Ohio. "In fact, for most of the time, the seat-belt sign was off, and you could get up and go to the bathroom."

In the cabin, as passengers watched a videotape showing scenes from horse racing's Triple Crown, more experienced fliers were beginning to figure out that their situation was serious.

Rehnberg, a pilot himself, noticed a change he found most alarming. He listened to the sounds of the two remaining engines, mounted on either wing. What he heard and what he felt was a pilot alternating the power in the two remaining engines to turn the DC-10.

That, he knew, was something a pilot would do only if he had no other way to steer the plane, and it led to a frightening conclusion. "His flight controls apparently weren't working," Rehnberg said.

In the cockpit, the situation was getting ever more desperate. At 3:24, Haynes radioed an "Alert 2" to air traffic control, an indication of major problems with an inbound aircraft.

"The aircraft could only be turned to the right," Burnett said.


And Haynes began spiraling down toward the earth in three long, slow, unsteady 360-degree turns. As he did, he became increasingly uncertain that he would get to Sioux City.

"We need an airport, an interstate," the pilot radioed, "a gravel road, a field. We're coming down someplace."

On the ground, local authorities were preparing for a disaster.

Dr. David J. Greco, 34, director of the emergency department of the Marian Health Center in Sioux City, had been off-duty, preparing to leave on vacation

from his home 20 miles outside the city, when the emergency dispatcher called him to say an airliner was heading for the airport and might not make it.

Five minutes later, at 3:30, when the DC-10 was still 32 miles out, a helicopter landed outside Greco's country home, picked him up, flew to the airport and hovered 500 feet off the ground, watching the plane approach.

Dr. Fahina Qalbani, also alerted by the dispatcher, called the pro shop at the Sioux City Country Club, where her husband, Askar, director of the Marian Health Center's laboratory, was playing golf on the 13th hole with three other physicians.

"Get all the doctors out," she demanded, according to her husband.

That and other calls began the process that doctors, paramedics and others had been preparing for in Sioux City for years.

A team of National Guard workers with several trucks was ready and waiting. At the city's two hospitals, dozens of doctors were preparing to receive trauma patients. Within hours, more than 100 physicians, nearly three-fourths of the Sioux City area's medical community, would be in action.

On the plane, passenger Rehnberg saw the chief flight attendant walking around, staring into a manual. He figured this was not a good sign.

At 3:40, Haynes informed the passengers that the tail section was damaged and that the plane was en route to Sioux City for an emergency landing.

With that, the mood inside the cabin changed entirely. Immediately, the flight attendants began conducting a practice drill for survival in a crash landing. They told the passengers to keep their seat belts fastened tightly, to put their heads between their legs and grab their ankles. They stressed that passengers should hold that position until the plane stopped moving.

As the captain tried to bring the plane down, its problems became increasingly obvious.

"It felt like it was getting worse all the time," Schemmel said. "We were dipping more, shuddering more." Investigators later described this movement as "porpoising." Said Schemmel: "We kept turning to the right all the time. There were a lot of times we would turn so sharply to the right we'd have to clutch something."

Schemmel remembered that, about a month ago, he had taken out a new life insurance policy but had forgotten to tell his wife about it. He pulled a piece of Continental Basketball Association stationery from his briefcase ''and left a note about the insurance policy: If something happens, there's a life insurance policy and the papers are in so-and-so."

He signed his name.

Passengers were reassuring one another that everything would be all right. ''People were saying, 'We're going to make it; it's OK,' " Treber said, ''but everyone knew it was pretty serious."

At 3:51, the control tower at Sioux Gateway radioed Haynes.

"I'm going to bring you in away from the city," the voice from the tower said.

"Whatever you do," Haynes replied, "keep us away from the city."

About four minutes before reaching Sioux City, another warning was given. This time, it came from Capt. Haynes. He said it was going to be a hard landing, possibly very hard, and to be prepared for the worst.

The DC-10 headed down, its wings teetering from left to right, making grinding noises, flying, one passenger said, as if it were a drunk, staggering in a desperate, semiconscious attempt to retain its balance.

McDonnell started thinking "about what would be the best way to die." She began to recite an Emily Dickinson poem.

In Row 14, Jenny Hudspeth was bent over, awaiting the impact with a friend she had made in the last few minutes, her seatmate, an elderly widow from the Chicago area whose name she did not know. As the plane was about to crash, the woman said to Hudspeth: "Tell my children I love them."

"We're going to make it; we're going to make it," Hudspeth assured her, gripping her hand.

To some of the passengers, it seemed that the impact would never come. But it did. The crew members yelled "Brace!" to passengers as the plane approached the runway, making a sharp drop at the last minute.

"To me it felt like we dove straight in," Jerry Milford said.

At 3:58 p.m., United Flight 232 crashed into a cornfield a half-mile short of Runway 22 at Sioux Gateway Airport. It was traveling at 218 knots, faster than normal, and descending at a rate of 2,500 feet per minute, far more steeply than normal.

The plane's right wing dipped and scraped the ground. The DC-10 cartwheeled in a flaming ball and skidded into an adjoining cornfield, scattering wreckage over an area the size of three football fields.

"You could hear the plane coming apart, grinding against where the runway should be," said David Landsberger of Caldwell, N.J. Then, he said, "we were stopped dead. The lights went out, and we were hanging upside down in our seats. I remember thinking that this is what dying is like."


"Everything was just flying all over the place," Milford said. "It was just like a gumball machine."

The plane bounced once and came down. A hole was torn open in the left side of the plane near the front of the coach section, and a small ball of fire flashed inside the plane.

"It was just a momentary, instantaneous flash, but it was horrible," said Rehnberg, whose arms and face were burned.

"It was very brief, like when you light a gas fire and there's too much gas," said Hughes, the honeymooner from Reading. "Then I remember debris hitting me as we skidded down the runway. It just kept hitting me. And there was this incredible level of noise. It was like being on a roller coaster and having people throwing things at you."

Everyone watching on the ground, and Greco watching from his helicopter, thought that there would be few, if any, survivors. Other parts of the plane - the nose section and much of the rear - had seemed to disintegrate.

"We could not believe anybody could walk away from it," Greco said.

But a section in the middle, containing Rows 9 through 21, had broken away intact, rolled over and skidded to a stop in a cornfield. And in the two minutes after the crash, about 70 people would walk away from it.

Not right away, though. Inside that section, Rehnberg and several dozen other passengers were left hanging upside down. After managing to release

himself, Rehnberg fell to the floor. "I saw light in the aisle and tried to go forward toward the cabin."

Treber saw smoke and fire outside and heard a small explosion. But she and the passengers around her were virtually unscathed; all of them escaped on their own, into the cornfield, through an end of the broken plane body. Treber ran as fast as she could in her two-inch red high heels, while people around her shouted, "It's going to go! We have to get out!"

Hudspeth, too, ran out into the corn stalks, which seemed to her as if they must be 10 feet tall. She had suffered only a bruise behind one ear. The white skirt she was wearing was still perfectly clean.

In the chaos after the crash, she lost track of the widow who had been seated next to her, although she recalled gripping the woman's hand. "All I saw was a hand clutching" out of the debris, Hudspeth said.

A seating chart of the flight, obtained by the Rocky Mountain News in Denver, listed Hudspeth's seatmate as L. Couleur. Yesterday, a Linda Coulerer was listed as among the dead.

Schemmel, after freeing himself from his upside-down seat, helped unstrap an elderly couple and then Sylvia Tsao, who had been sitting in the seat directly in front of him, holding her 2-year-old son, Evan.

"I remember grabbing her and pushing her into the aisle," Schemmel remembered. "She said, 'No, I can't find my baby.' She was screaming and pulling things around to look for her baby."

The passengers in Schemmel's part of the plane began coughing and choking in thick, dark smoke.

"I said to her, 'We've got to get out. We don't have very much more time.' But she said, 'No, I've got to get my baby.' "

Schemmel told her, "I'll get your baby. . . ."

But he couldn't find the boy. So he too ran out into the cornfield. As soon as he did, though, he heard a baby cry and ran back into the plane.

By now the plane was full of smoke. He heard the cry again. He pulled some debris and seats away. Now the cry was louder.

"I reached down into what was a hole," Schemmel said, "and pulled a baby's leg from what I guess was (an overhead) storage bin (on the upside-down plane). I clutched her to my chest and ran out. When I looked back at the plane, the opening was in flames."

The baby, who was not seriously hurt, was later identified as 1-year-old Sabrina Michaelson. Sylvia Tsao's son is missing and presumed dead.

Schemmel waited outside for what seemed to him like half an hour before help arrived. He was taken to a rescue area, then returned with National Guardsmen to the cornfields near his escape route, looking for a friend, Jay Ramsdell. He never found him. He ended up in the cornfield, alone.

Springfield! Springfield!

The Twilight Zone

Where is Everybody?


Star Trek Generations (1994)

KIRK: The bulkhead in front of me disappeared. ...Then I found myself out here just now


Cast Away (2000)


Chuck Noland: [to Wilson] We might just make it. Did that thought ever cross your brain? Well, regardless, I would rather take my chance out there on the ocean than to stay here and die on this shithole island, spending the rest of my life talking...

[suddenly yelling]



Cast Away (2000)


Stan: We buried you. There was a coffin, a gravestone... the whole thing.

Chuck Noland: I had a coffin?

[Stan nods]

Chuck Noland: Well what was in it?

JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 07:21 AM Pacific Time USA Saturday 28 July 2012 -

One another line of thought, before or after I saw the photo of Prince Philip was I thinking of the lead weight in a monkey fist? I don't recall now the sequence. What I do know for certain is that I was the one who made the monkey fist the another shipmate used when the USS Taylor FFG 50 moored to port. I don't now recall his name but I remember asking him if the device I created was sufficient for him to cast out to the line handlers on the pier we moored to. I taught myself very successfully a lot of other intricate line work that was typically the product of the Boatswain's Mate rating of the US Navy when I was a non-rated deck seaman onboard the US Navy warship USS Taylor FFG 50. The way I remember it the Boatswain Mate Petty Officer First Class, from Portland Oregon, wanted me to become a Petty Officer in the Boatswain Mate rating. I told him, when he asked, that I wanted to be a Fire Controlman, and I did get promoted to that rating while still onboard the USS Taylor FFG 50. I was still assigned to the Deck Division as an FC3 and working with Boatswain Mate's and non-rated deck division sailors. I have been trying to recall precisely how much I worked with the Fire Controlmen - which were still called Fire Control Technicians back in those days - but I do not recall very well. I remember individuals. I recall working with radar technicians, who were Fire Controlmen - which for those of you who don't know were ratings of the US Navy who worked on electronic systems that controlled the firing of missiles and other weapons systems - but I cannot recall names or how many hours I worked with them.

[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 28 July 2012 excerpt ends]

Monkey's fist

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A monkey's fist or monkey paw is a type of knot, so named because it looks somewhat like a small bunched fist/paw. It is tied at the end of a rope to serve as a weight, making it easier to throw, and also as an ornamental knot.



How to Fight Global Warming

Take steps to reduce your energy use, improve efficiency and help end global warming

The biggest cause of global warming is the carbon dioxide released when fossil fuels -- such as oil and coal -- are burned for energy. So when you save energy, you fight global warming and save money, too.

Here are some easy steps that you can take to help make a difference:


Raise your voice. Congress needs to enact new laws that cap carbon emissions and require polluters pay for the global warming gases that they produce. Send a message to your elected officials, letting them know that you will hold them accountable for what they do -- or fail to do -- about global warming. Take action here.


Choose renewable energy. Pick a Green-e-certified energy supplier that generates at least half of its power from wind, solar energy and other clean sources. If you don't have that option, look at your current electricity bill to see if you are able to support renewable energy in another way. For details, see NRDC's guide to buying clean energy.

Offset your carbon footprint. You can make up for your remaining carbon output by purchasing carbon offsets. Offsets represent clean power that you can add to the nation's energy grid in place of power from fossil fuels. Not all offset companies are alike. See our guide to carbon offsets for tips on how to choose an offset supplier.


Choose an efficient vehicle: High-mileage cars such as hybrids and plug-in hybrids use less gas and save money. Over its lifetime, a 40-mpg car will save roughly $3,000 in fuel costs compared with a 20-mpg car. Compare fuel economy performance before you buy.

Drive smart. If all Americans kept their tires properly inflated, gasoline use nationwide would come down 2 percent. A tune-up could boost your miles per gallon anywhere from 4 to 40 percent, and a new air filter could get you 10 percent more miles per gallon. Learn more about saving fuel and money through proper car maintenance.


Weatherize your home or apartment. Heating and cooling consume about 40 percent of energy in the home. Sealing drafts and making sure that your home has adequate insulation are two easy ways to become more energy-efficient. Learn how to take advantage of federal tax credits for energy-efficient home improvements.

Buy energy-efficient appliances. Look for the Energy Star label, which identifies the most efficient appliances. Learn more about investing in energy-efficient products.

Replace your light bulbs with compact fluorescent bulbs. Compact fluorescent bulbs (CFLs) last 10 times longer than incandescent bulbs. What's more, CFLs lower your energy bills and keep a half-ton of carbon dioxide out of the air. Learn more on the benefits of switching to CFLs or LEDs.


Drive less. Choose alternatives to driving such as public transit, biking, walking and carpooling, and bundle your errands to make fewer trips. Choosing to live in a walkable "smart growth" community near a transportation hub will mean less time driving, less money spent on gas and less pollution in the air.

Springfield! Springfield!

Screamers (1995)

The year 2078.
A mining colony on planet Sirius 6B.
For 50 years, the New Economic
Block, the NEB Corporation,
- has controlled mining
throughout the known solar systems.
20 years ago, on Sirius 6B, -
- the NEB discovered the solution
to the energy crisis. Berynium.


Chain Reaction (1996)


Paul Shannon: The incident in Chicago was tragic to be sure, but sometimes that is the price we must pay to insure our competitive edge in the future. We didn't intend to pay for our space exploration program with the lives of 10 American astronauts, but we did, nevertheless we must not waiver in our commitment to technological and scientific research and development!


Bill Nye the Science Guy Knows How to Fix Climate Change

We’ve already got everything we need, says Nye. We just need to do it.

By Simon Worrall, National Geographic



a prefix occurring originally in loanwords from Latin, with the basic meaning “on the far side of, beyond.” In relation to the base to which it is prefixed, ultra- has the senses “located beyond, on the far side of”


the unlimited or incalculably great three-dimensional realm or expanse in which all material objects are located and all events occur.


Stargate: The Movie (1994)

[Daniel nods, then shrugs.]

I can't.

[The three look stunned.]

You can't or you won't?

Broken Bow [ Star Trek: Enterprise - Episode 1 Season 1 ]

JONATHAN: Where no man has gone before.

FATHER: Doctor Cochrane would be proud of you.

JONATHAN: I know the whole speech by heart. When's it going to be ready to fly?

FATHER: Let the paint dry first.

JONATHAN: No, I mean the ship.

FATHER: Not for a while. It hasn't even been built yet. You know that.

JONATHAN: How big will it be?

FATHER: Pretty big.

JONATHAN: Bigger than Ambassador Pointy's ship?

FATHER: His name is Soval, and he's been very helpful. And I've told you not to call him that, Jonathan.

JONATHAN: Well, Billy Cook said we'd be flying at warp five by now if the Vulcans hadn't kept things from us.

FATHER: Well they have their reasons. God knows what they are.

- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 7:48 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Friday 29 January 2016

This is it. This is what happens.

The beings who planted life here on this planet ( There is *no* God, children. There are no Gods. ) also crafted a limiting factor.

Those beings were intelligent enough to know how their race of human beings would evolve and mature.

They could predict our lack of imagination would reach this very point we are now.

They planted a disease that would wipe out the vast majority of the population when unleashed.

Horrifying, you say? Impossible, you cry?

They made the decision before any of you even existed. Before any human individual even took it's first steps.

They decided to wipe you out and they didn't lose a single moments sleep over it.

*YOU* are doing the same thing every day. Zipping around spewing out your poisons. You are killing the present and the future every day of your meaningless and pointless pathetic lives.

So don't act all shocked and surprised when The End begins in earnest.

*YOU* caused it.





Zika and the New Climate Dystopia — Human Hothouse as Disease Multiplier

As of today, authorities in Brazil, Colombia, Jamaica, El Salvador and Venezuela were urging women to avoid getting pregnant… It is unthinkable. Or rather, it is something out of a science fiction story, the absolute core of a dystopian future. — Bill McKibben in a recent statement on global warming and the now pandemic Zika virus.


There are a plethora of diseases out there. Diseases we don’t know about. Diseases locked away in far-off, rarefied corners of the world. Diseases that operate in small niche jungle environments. Diseases that live in only cave systems or within a single species. Diseases that were locked away millions of years ago in the now-thawing ice. Diseases that, if given a vector — or a means to travel outside of their little rarefied organic or environmental niches — can wreak untold harm across wide spans of the globe.

Rainbow Six (1998)

Tom Clancy



"Look, you know the science as well as I do - maybe better. We're doing things like-like the Alvarez Event that took the dinosaurs out, except we're doing it willfully. It took how long for the planet to recover from that?"

"Alvarez? The planet didn't recover, Kevin," Carol Brightling pointed out. "It jump-started mammals-us, remember? The preexisting ecological order never returned. Something new happened, and that took a couple of million years just to stabilize." Must have been something to see, she told herself. To watch something like that in progress, what a scientific and personal blessing it must have been, but there'd probably been nobody back then to appreciate it. Unlike today.

"Well, in a few more years we'll get to see the first part of it, won't we? How many more species will we kill of this year, and if the ozone situation keeps getting worse - my God, Carol, why don't people get it? Don't they see what's happening? Don't they care?"

"Kevin, no, they don't see, and, no, they don't care. Look around." The restaurant was filled with important people wearing important-looking clothes, doubtless discussing important things over their important dinners, none of which had a thing to do with the planetary crisis that hung quite literally over all their heads. If the ozone layer really evaporated, as it might, well, they'd start using sunblock just to walk the streets, and maybe that would protect them enough… but what of the natural species. the birds, the lizards, all the creatures on the planet who had no such option? The studies suggested that their eyes would be seared by the unblocked ultraviolet radiation, which would kill them off, and so the entire global ecosystem would rapidly come apart. "Do you think any of these people know about it-or give a damn if they do?"

"I suppose not." He sipped down some more of his white wine. "Well, we keep plugging away, don't we?"

"It's funny," she went on. "Not too long ago we fought wars, which kept the population down enough that we couldn't damage the planet all that much- but now peace is breaking out all over, and we're advancing our industrial capacity, and so, peace is destroying us a lot more efficiently than war ever did. Ironic, isn't it?"

"And modern medicine. The anopheles mosquito was pretty good at keeping the numbers down-you know that Washington was once a malarial swamp, diplomats deemed it a hazardous-duty post! So then we invented DDT. Good for controlling mosquitoes, but tough on the peregrine falcon. We never get it right. Never," Mayflower concluded.

- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 4:30 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Friday 29 January 2016