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Berkeley
Professor Gladstone’s Office
Precisely at four, Wade knocked on Professor Gladstone’s office door. Through the door Wade heard Gladstone yell, “Come in.”
He knew it! There sat Gladstone behind his desk, his head wreathed in pipe smoke, the scent enhanced the mellowness of the small office. The overhead fluorescent panels were off and a lamp brightened the huge desk with its incandescent light. Overflowing bookcases occupied most of the wall space—floor to ceiling. The floor was strewn with boxes of rocks and minerals, and in one corner, lay a stack of rolled charts.
“Have a seat Wade. I’ve set aside an hour for our discussion. I hope this talk further stirs your interest in the study of what I consider a fascinating subject and profound mystery.”
Wade thanked the professor for his time and sat down in an overstuffed chair before the professor’s desk. He had anticipated this meeting all day and had a feeling that what was said in the next hour could have a dramatic impact on the course of his life. He set his backpack on the floor, opened a zipper, and retrieved a spiral notebook and pen.
This pleased Gladstone. With this act he knew Wade was serious about this meeting and about the subject matter they were about to discuss. Gladstone was a born teacher and he found these meetings such as this the most rewarding aspect of his profession. One on one, he could fire the imagination of a gifted student.
With them both settled in their chairs, Gladstone lit a freshly stuffed pipe and continued, “What I find most interesting about the Ring of Fire is that the Earth is covered by tectonic plates in constant motion, yet the Ring is such a solitary occurrence. This phenomenon is duplicated nowhere else on Earth—nowhere. In class, we did not have an opportunity to cover all the unusual characteristics of this fascinating subject. You see Wade, along with the volcanoes that compose the Ring, there are a series of deep trenches, eight to ten kilometers deep, forming some of the deepest areas of the ocean floor. During class, I discussed the volcanoes, but these trenches are also an intricate aspect of the Ring. The volcanoes appear in arcs along the boundary of the Ring and always exist between the trenches I mentioned and the nearest landmass. These trenches run parallel to the volcanic arcs for hundreds and sometimes thousands of kilometers. There are well-developed theories as to why these trenches exist but their singular occurrence on the Earth’s surface has always fascinated me.
Another aspect of the Ring’s geology that I find curious is its fracture zones. Fracture zones are cracks in the Pacific Plate radiating from the trenches to the plates center. As you can see, the Ring is a dynamic and mysterious feature of the Earth’s surface, the study of which lends itself to an understanding of the Earth’s geology.”
Wade was caught up in the professor’s enthusiasm for the subject. “Professor,” Wade asked, “if so much is already known about the Ring of Fire, what is left to study?”
Gladstone chuckled. “Wade, you missed the one word I said during our discussion of the Ring that answers your question—dynamic. The Ring is ever changing, slowly revealing its secrets. Another change that is just as dynamic, even more so than the Ring itself, is the technology used to study it. Beginning in the 1970’s, a new area in the study of geology was born. That area is called space geodesy. This branch of research involves satellites taking precise and repeated measurements of selected points on the Earth’s surface. A whole new field has grown around space technology and the science of geology. Of all the space-geodetic techniques used, the three most popular are very long baseline interferometry, satellite laser ranging and the Global Positioning System, a complex of satellites orbiting 20’000 kilometers above the Earth as part of the Department of Defense’s NavStar system. The vast array of satellites making up the GPS, constantly transmit singles back to Earth determining longitude, latitude and elevation. Geologists use this system to measure the movement of the Earth’s Plates. You see Wade, knowledge grows as technology grows, and in both, there is no end of growth in sight. So do not worry about everything being known in any branch of science. That will never happen.”
The professor then reached for a folder on his cluttered desk. “I have assembled a reading list and collection of web sites I hope you find interesting. I have given you general information about the Ring, now it’s up to you to fill in the details and go as far as your mind and curiosity will take you.”
Rising from his chair, Gladstone extended his hand to Wade. “I envy your youth and enthusiasm. Let your curiosity lead you down that road of discovery that makes a scientist’s life worthwhile.”
April 27, 2013 at 6:53 pm
I would now like to introduce you to my published novel, New Moon Rising.
Along the way you will meet the main characters and be given a taste of the story.
Blurb:
The Ring of Fire, in the Pacific Ocean, will soon escalate its impact on mankind. Two brothers, one a geologist and one a surfer are at the center of an event that will change the Earth, forever.
Prologue
In countries bordering the Pacific, needles on seismic charts formed tiny squiggles, and then moved violently side to side. Moments later, the machines themselves began to move, fell from shelves as the over buildings that housed them crumbled.
Wade Randall stood on a hillside. He looked to where the Golden Gate Bridge once stood and surveyed the destruction. As far as he could see, columns of smoke issued from devastated buildings. People who survived wandered around in shock and horror. The world they once knew had come to an end. The piers of San Francisco no longer jutted into the ocean; they now stood in mud. The shore, once close, was now distant. “God help the world,” Wade said to himself, “the prediction came true.” It had been two years since events put into motion this cataclysm.
Wade thought about his family and friends, some now distant, and his heart ached wondering if they were still alive, how many millions around the world had died. The predicted event seemed impossible, even to him. Many chose not to heed the warning and many died. The irony was that in the history of life on Earth, the irregular cycles of destruction by asteroids were now accepted as fact. Everyone looked to the sky for the next cataclysmic event to visit Earth; no one expected that the next ruinous event, on a scale unknown to man, would come from beneath the sea.
April 26, 2013 at 6:02 pm
This is a pitch I am using to gain interest in my novel.
In the future I shall post some sample chapters.
Before that, however, I have much to share with you.
If you cannot wait to read those chapters, let me know.
I am extremely flexible if there is interest.
Name: Walt Trizna
Title: The Beast Awaits
Genre: SciFi Thriller
Word Count: 80500
A population of illegally harvested embryonic stem cells harbors a primordial cell the existence of which is unknown to the scientific world. This cell has the ability to become any organism once exposed to that organism’s specific cellular nutrient. One cell will give rise to a beast the likes of which mankind has yet to encounter and this beast will devastate the planet.
April 25, 2013 at 6:45 pm
My consistent readers,
I am about to embark, with your help, on a new endeavor.
I am a writer, a solitary person, and not a salesman. However, in today’s publishing environment, one must be both. Using my blog, and with your help, I offer to you the opportunity to read my work, and if you find it interesting, recommend my work to others.
In the future I will be offering snippets of previously published stories. If you are interested in reading the complete work, all you need to do is email me and I will send it to you free. You may ask why not post the entire story? I have in the past and gotten no feedback one way or another.
Here is my email address; wtrizna@comcast.net
Subject line; Story request
I don’t open email without a subject and this way I will know the email does not contain some hidden agenda.
I will post chapters from my novel, New Moon Rising, published by Mélange Books.
You will also be able to read some of my unpublished work. I want to share with you chapters of my novel, The Beast Awaits, trying to gauge what interest there is and what the future might hold for this work.
Unpublished short stories will also be on the menu. If you are interested you can receive the entire work.
As you can see, I want my work to be read and see what interest it generates. With my work and your help we can make this experiment successful.
April 24, 2013 at 7:32 pm
I would like to do something I have meant to do for some time now. That is to thank the residents of the many nations that have visited my blog. In the past year my blog was viewed by 39 nations, granted of those 39, 21 were just a single visit. I don’t think I can use the term ‘global’ yet, but I appreciate your interest.
In the future I plan to post more regularly. I hope to share with you my current writing projects and completed novels I am trying to publish.
Take care my friends.
April 22, 2013 at 6:52 pm
My consistent readers, 4/11/13
I’m home now and have been since last Saturday. I thought I’d share some of my thoughts while getting to the point that I could come home.
Once I left the hospital after my bout with a ruptured spleen, I was not able to go home so I entered a rehab facility. I would like to share some of my thoughts while experiencing this period of my recovery.
I was now a resident, temporarily, of Devon Manor, after falling and suffering six cracked ribs along with a lacerated spleen. The spleen was a big problem for I was on blood thinners when it began bleeding. I went to the rehab center after a ten-day hospital stay and was weak as a baby. I needed a walker to walk and breathing exercises to rebuild my lung capacity.
Once I made fun of walkers calling them ‘jungle jims’. Now that I was using one to get around during my recovery they were no longer a source of ridicule.
I went through a strange period when I first started rehab. We did our exercises in a large room with about four or five patients at a time each working with a physical therapist. As I looked around at my fellow patients I realized that, except for those with brain injuries, I was the youngest at 65. Later I would visit another gym where those in rehab were around my age or younger.
What started me thinking this way I do not know. But as I looked around at the patients working along side me, some extremely elderly and barely able to move, unable to do the simplest tasks, I wondered why rehab them at all? What were they going to rehab to?
But after much thought my heart softened and my mind opened. They were rehabbing back to the life they left no matter how limited that life may be. They were rehabbing back to their families, their children and grandchildren.
I’ve mellowed during my rehab experience. Perhaps it’s having your routine, your normal life; take away from you and trying desperately to get back to where you were. I now know it doesn’t matter how old you are or what that life was like – you want to return.
The care, the concern of the therapists at Devon Manor was highly professional. I owe them a great deal, especially, Lisa, the physical therapist who worked with me for most of my stay.
April 11, 2013 at 5:30 pm
Well, I did it again. For the second March in a row I wound up in the hospital. I hope this does not become a tradition.
This time the hospital visit was my own stupid damn fault.
I fell in our kitchen one Saturday afternoon last month and landed on my right side. As I stood up I realized that I had done some damage. The pain was intense. I walked to my recliner, sat down and remained perfectly still. The pain diminished until I had to stand up. This was a new experience in pain even with Joni helping me to stand. The week went by and the pain lessened. I would later find out that I had cracked six ribs.
But I wasn’t finished yet. The next Saturday afternoon I fell again. This time I gave my right side the treat. I felt no pain on my right side but that second fall did not help the pain on my left side.
After the second fall I spent two weeks staying very still and the pain all but went away. But Monday morning March 11th things were about to take a drastic turn.
Early that morning I began experiencing shooting pains traveling from the right side of my abdomen to the left. An ambulance trip to the ER was required.
When I got there I discovered not only the cracked ribs but a ruptured spleen. Through a vessel in my leg they inserted coils in the splenetic blood vessels to stop the bleeding. I asked how many coils it usually took to do the job and was told about four. I asked because they used 24 coils on me. When I get an injury I don’t mess around.
After a ten day stay in the hospital the sent me to rehab. That’s were I am now. I’ve been here about two weeks and hope to get out soon.
I wanted to let my readers know the reason for the lack of activity. I’ll be communicating with you more now thanks to my daughter, Lynn’s, laptop.
April 3, 2013 at 7:38 pm
My consistent readers,
My mind has been in a whirl since the shootings at Sandy Hook Elementary.
I cannot imagine the thoughts going through the tiny children’s heads as they waited to be slaughtered.
I grieve for those little lost souls and for their parents.
For what it is worth, I wrote this poem.
SUFFER THE ANGELS
The devil entered
And twenty angels
Destined for grace
Were slaughtered.
The devil entered
And twenty angels
Destined full lives
Were gone.
The devil entered
And still we doubt
The strength
Of the devil’s tool.
Until we know the devil
And the strength his tool possesses,
More angels await his calling,
We are all the devil’s work.
February 22, 2013 at 10:17 pm
My consistent readers,
My sister died last year.
Today is her birthday.
For Judy
We spend our time
Do what we do
And then depart.
February 11, 2013 at 9:45 pm
My consistent readers,
As promised, here is a piece of flash fiction published today by Bewildering Stories.
There is more truth here than you can imagine. My dream world is alive, but maybe not so well.
http://www.bewilderingstories.com/issue511/dream_catcher.html
January 28, 2013 at 9:15 pm
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