austin_dern | They put a parking lot on a piece of land (Reply)

Made it through another week on my mathematics blog without really writing much about mathematics. Here's the last four weeks' worth of posts, if you call them that:

And if you're just here for the old cartoons being reviewed, here's 60s Popeye: Spoil Sport (sorry, I don't know who's spoiling what sport here).

I'm on, finally, to Anthrohio pictures! Here's stuff from Thursday, when we arrived and nothing was going on. You know how I am.

Prepping. bunnyhugger gets her Cerberus kigurumi on and you see our hotel room at just about its cleanest ever. Note my tail and guinea pig puppet in the aged cardboard box to the right.

Meanwhile Chitter considers the options at the hotel restaurant. Well, they had a southwest veggie burger, $12.50.

bunnyhugger venturing into the hotel lobby to see who we might meet.

Not yet accessible: the path to the wedding-pavilion-type area that's the Dealers Den.

Backdrop that would be set up for the fursuit photographs, in lieu of a group photo.

And here's the Pipsqueakery's setup, all ready to have guinea pigs deposited within.

Trivia: In the aftermath of the 1798 cholera epidemic the New York City Council bought the rights to the no-longer Fresh Water Pond, occupying seventy acres of lower Manhattan, dug a canal (what is now Canal Street) to drain water, and filled it in with earth and stone by leveling Bunker Hill (east of Broadway on what is now Grand Street). By 1807 the pond was ``rapidly turning to dry land''. Source: Gotham: A History of New York City to 1898, Edwin G Burrows and Mike Wallace. The springs that fed the Fresh Water Pond are still there and are why the area has never stopped being flood-prone.

Currently Reading: Moon Launch! A History of the Saturn-Apollo Launch Operations, Charles D Benson, William B Faherty. So the book was written (for NASA) at a time when NASA wanted its writers to use Metric units or, as the authors put it in the introduction, ``the new international units''. Mostly that's fine since everything being measured is so big or so small or about something so abstract that the the number hardly matters. And then you run into a reference to, say, the launch facility's liquid oxygen pumps delivering ``37,854 liters per minute'' and it's, like, guys, I mean, c'mon. Just ... you know, c'mon.

They put a parking lot on a piece of land

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