plemur t1_j98o2lf wrote

The deathly silence after a heavy snow interrupted by a soft crash of clumps falling from an overburdened branch and that tiny woosh it makes as it vaults back into place, then that prolonged series of soft, overlapping thumps as one after another follow suit. That's my favorite New Hampshire sound.


plemur t1_j79mfb3 wrote

You'll want to start with Red Shift, then that should point you down the right path to understanding the expanding universe theories. Although the absolutely prevailing theory is the Big Bang, there could be other ways of looking at a finite, infinite universe and expansion. It could be that spacetime doesn't exist for the totality of the universe, only within it, so it's as if it's timeless to our understanding and perception. The gravitational waves pulsing through it could be what even allows spacetime to exist, for all we know. All of what I wrote is, of course, complete bullshit that I just threw out there, but the point being is that there's SO much we don't know that it allows you to find your own understanding and beliefs, whatever they might be -- it's not wrong if we don't know what's right. (It still might be stupid, just not 'wrong' ;P)


plemur t1_j1ktzna wrote

Reply to comment by HorrorThis in Cryptic Encounters? by Gree-Grump

My family lived up north every summer when I was a kid. My first job was washing dishes at the local restaurant at 15. The job was great, most especially because they'd make me a cheeseburger for lunch every day but I had to eat it in the diner area, not the main restaurant. I preferred that though because that's where the old timers would drink coffee and shoot the shit.

There was always a funny conversation going on with plenty of gossip and I would just keep quiet and listen in -- when they weren't teasing me for being a lowlander. More than once the conversations would be about wood devils, and so-and-so had seen one, or some area where someone wouldn't go because of them. This wasn't telling tales, these guys were 100% bought in. Not obsessive, but like they were just part of the landscape or another animal, but creepy and to be avoided.

I'm sure some old-school real northerners can give a better idea of the beliefs up there, but that's my take.


plemur t1_iwk435d wrote

A mink farmer stands astraddle a chest high metal cow gate overlooking an undulating sea of shiny fur. A bead of sweat rolls down his face, cutting through dust and dirt. He wipes it away with the back of a mink gloved hand holding a mink fur cowboy hat that matches his mink fur coat.

"Hmmm... 25 to 40,000, I'd say"

An older, grizzled mink farmer draped in even more mink fur apparel stands some way back looks into the distance, sure not to look at the hypnotic sheet of tangled, squiggling minks.

"Yuh, sounds about right." As he nods to an eager, fresh-faced teen who dutifully writes the numbers down in a mink fur bound notebook with a mink fur pom-pom adorned pencil.