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White Christmas In Antarctica
The idea of a white Christmas may seem magical for many of us, but Science Daily asks you to "spare a thought for a team of scientists forgoing the festive season to take part in a novel campaign being carried out in one of the most inhospitable regions on Earth to support ESA's CryoSat mission." Plenty of people cooped up in the upside-down parts seem to find good ways to amuse themselves; I am especially fond of this introduction to Condition One weather, and Cops McMurdo. If anyone is reading this down there, I hope you're having a nice holiday.
*pushes detonator*
captcha: childish
To have posts like this. Probably one of those caring liberals.
I guess everybody is having Christmases. It's damn near dead all over the Internet.
At least all the winter over troopers didn't eat all the crab legs this year... like last year. bastards.
Santa lives on the other side of the planet!
That's a lot of latex for 125 people in one year. What kind of research are they conducting there?
Heroscape, it's like legos combined with anachronistic wargames.
My answer only goes for 95-96. I'm not sure of the ratio, but maybe females made up 30%. I supply that figure as a wild azz guess, someone out there may be able to data mine NSF reports for the true figure. What geeks want to know: it is very hard to avoid having sex while on the Ice. In explicit language geeks can understand: Sex is prevalent, and distributed almost evenly.
This being Slashdot and we are talking about Antarctica I must tell this story. I was at McMurdo 1995-6. In the winter-over we are down to around 190 people, and one unix sys admin for the base. He had been there through the summer, so I had gotten to know him before the sun set and winter began. He seemed normal enough in a loner sort of way in the summer. I even got my first exposure to unix know-how from him. As the winter set in, this unix admin began a new behavior. He would bark. Yes, bark with a real barking sound. He would only bark when upset at someone or something. At the wine bar (yes, wine bar ) someone said something he disagreed with and he just....barked. One very articulate and semantically well-formed bark. A few weeks later I saw a sign behind the bartender that said "No Barking". I lurked in the Crary Lab Mac Lab during my free time, enjoying the early WWW before spam-crud polluted it. One time, as I surfed the net, the unix admin was doing his job on another terminal. I guess he was having trouble with a script or other command line incantation. I heard him snapping his teeth at the keyboard, just a like a dog. This promoted unix like no other marketing campaign, I have been using Linux or OS X Unix ever since.