Monday, April 26, 1999
Subject: breathing deeply
Date: Mon, 26 Apr 1999 17:26:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Steve Kerr"
scoober is good. you get to dress in rubber head to foot. from the bottom, the surface is like a big wobbly mercury ceiling. you can fly around in slo mo. you can do somersaults and no water goes up your nose.
there is a vertical column of bubbles above everyone's head. the bubbles are also wobbly mercury, and they fall upwards and pop on the surface like when you hoik off a building and the glob falls downwards, then seems to hover above the ground as it reaches the limits of your depth perception, then splats on baldy's kopf.
in the sea you can check out the lush plant life, like in the bush. the floor is covered in red and olive kelp which swings with the surge of the waves. and there are big yellow sponges, kina, sea slugs, starfish, crays.
the colour scheme is flawless. everything complements everything else, there are many different textures and shapes. there is depth. there is variation and contrast. the light has been subtley filtered to give a mellow bluish tinge to everything.
there are a lot of fish. blue cod, spotties, rock fisk, scarlet wrasse, butterfish. fish are pretty friendly. their eyes are surprisingly cute.
fat englishmen who are positively bouyant appear exaggeratedly oafish and uncomfortable under water. their ruddy cheeks bulge out from under their mask. they drop downwards suddenly, bang against rocks. their greenpolyester clad asses float upwards while their stubby arms desperately try to swim downwards. the fatty ass always wins this battle.
we did an exercise called ditch and recovery where we take off our mask, tank, fins, weights, shoot up to the surface, then have to dive down and put it all back on again. when you dive five metres into the water, scramble around blind looking for your regulator and finally after a little too long deprived of air take a deep breath and another couple of deep breaths and some more and slowly you heart rate returns to normal, your breathing is under control again, it feels really good.
air is great.
From: "Steve Kerr"
scoober is good. you get to dress in rubber head to foot. from the bottom, the surface is like a big wobbly mercury ceiling. you can fly around in slo mo. you can do somersaults and no water goes up your nose.
there is a vertical column of bubbles above everyone's head. the bubbles are also wobbly mercury, and they fall upwards and pop on the surface like when you hoik off a building and the glob falls downwards, then seems to hover above the ground as it reaches the limits of your depth perception, then splats on baldy's kopf.
in the sea you can check out the lush plant life, like in the bush. the floor is covered in red and olive kelp which swings with the surge of the waves. and there are big yellow sponges, kina, sea slugs, starfish, crays.
the colour scheme is flawless. everything complements everything else, there are many different textures and shapes. there is depth. there is variation and contrast. the light has been subtley filtered to give a mellow bluish tinge to everything.
there are a lot of fish. blue cod, spotties, rock fisk, scarlet wrasse, butterfish. fish are pretty friendly. their eyes are surprisingly cute.
fat englishmen who are positively bouyant appear exaggeratedly oafish and uncomfortable under water. their ruddy cheeks bulge out from under their mask. they drop downwards suddenly, bang against rocks. their greenpolyester clad asses float upwards while their stubby arms desperately try to swim downwards. the fatty ass always wins this battle.
we did an exercise called ditch and recovery where we take off our mask, tank, fins, weights, shoot up to the surface, then have to dive down and put it all back on again. when you dive five metres into the water, scramble around blind looking for your regulator and finally after a little too long deprived of air take a deep breath and another couple of deep breaths and some more and slowly you heart rate returns to normal, your breathing is under control again, it feels really good.
air is great.
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Monday, April 12, 1999
Subject: trails and rituals
Mon, 12 Apr 1999 17:52:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Steve Kerr"
lichen is a symbiosis of plant and fungi.
it grows on the top of mountains, around little round pebbles, forming fields of naturally occurring hackysacks. it has many friends: moss, gentian, tussocks, and tightly-knit communities of crazily divaricating bushes in tasteful autumn tones,
reflecting tightly-knit communities of crazily happy campers back into the sky and onto one another.
the constituent members of alpine ecosystems seem to work together to create a hospitable spot where no hospitable spot should be. high on a ridge where standing still is deafening, where snow-falls and ice-forms fall and form, where winds can easily hold up leaningintoit happy campers and ruffle their feathers and dizzy their senses, the alpine ecosystems create a warm still quiet haven. shelter from the wind awaits said campers down low in the bushes with the mossylichen and the aforementioned divaricating bushes and soft grassy earth.
higher altitude brings too much weather and no plants or fungi nor sybioses of the two. just hundreds of purple and blue tourists with tan pants. snow falls straight down and the whole effect is very sky-(weatherwindsnow)-oriented. so, at its
mostoutermost outthere doesn't belong here freaky point, the earth decides if it can't beat the sky and sustain life (not even symbiotic life or complex cooperative ecosystems)then it'll let out a big stinker. this spreads pooey gases, and leaves cobalt and emerald pisspools to have tea by and a yellow crust around its nose and little bits of ashy shit all over the place. but its not messy, it turns out to be incredibly styley, so the tourists and happy campers think. and its warm.
warmth gives life to some green algae.
and sitting on the ground at the top of this mountain gives you a hot arse.
nice one earth!
From: "Steve Kerr"
lichen is a symbiosis of plant and fungi.
it grows on the top of mountains, around little round pebbles, forming fields of naturally occurring hackysacks. it has many friends: moss, gentian, tussocks, and tightly-knit communities of crazily divaricating bushes in tasteful autumn tones,
reflecting tightly-knit communities of crazily happy campers back into the sky and onto one another.
the constituent members of alpine ecosystems seem to work together to create a hospitable spot where no hospitable spot should be. high on a ridge where standing still is deafening, where snow-falls and ice-forms fall and form, where winds can easily hold up leaningintoit happy campers and ruffle their feathers and dizzy their senses, the alpine ecosystems create a warm still quiet haven. shelter from the wind awaits said campers down low in the bushes with the mossylichen and the aforementioned divaricating bushes and soft grassy earth.
higher altitude brings too much weather and no plants or fungi nor sybioses of the two. just hundreds of purple and blue tourists with tan pants. snow falls straight down and the whole effect is very sky-(weatherwindsnow)-oriented. so, at its
mostoutermost outthere doesn't belong here freaky point, the earth decides if it can't beat the sky and sustain life (not even symbiotic life or complex cooperative ecosystems)then it'll let out a big stinker. this spreads pooey gases, and leaves cobalt and emerald pisspools to have tea by and a yellow crust around its nose and little bits of ashy shit all over the place. but its not messy, it turns out to be incredibly styley, so the tourists and happy campers think. and its warm.
warmth gives life to some green algae.
and sitting on the ground at the top of this mountain gives you a hot arse.
nice one earth!
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