#coriolis force

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

TSRNOSS. Page 174.

[habitual-irony]

Younha — "코리올리 힘" | "Coriolis Force" English lyrics

Almost done, Very close, The end, Really the end.

Other than the method of believing, There's nothing that can be done. Days that feel fruitless.

There isn't a speck of cloud, let alone any wind. My strength is too sapped to say "there's something left."

Ah, if I just stop, then that's it. Tied to the road I longed for, The inside my heart is burned up with regret. Ah, let's just forget about it now. Please. Well, I can't get used to this desperation. The center is calm. Did I Make myself spin?

Almost done (almost done), Bittersweetest one (bittersweetest one). The end, (uh) Is here the end?

There's no way I could reach outside The line in the first place. What is it that makes me long for you?

There isn't a speck of cloud, let alone any wind. Can't say "it's empty" when I never had it in the first place.

Ah, if I just stop, then that's it. Tied to the road I longed for, The inside my heart is burned up with regret. Ah, let's just forget about it now. Please. Well, I can't get used to this desperation. The center is calm. Did I Make myself spin?

By myself, Like some subject in a freeze frame. While I'm stood completely still, I only proceed little by little.

Ah, if I just stop, then that's it. Tied to the road I longed for, The inside my heart is burned up with regret. Ah, let's just forget about it now. Please. Well, I can't get used to this desperation. The center is calm. Did I Make myself spin?

[furbyfubar]

Do Ferris wheels south of the equator spin the other way?

[corioliseffect]

new & interesting trio at the drivers parade ?

[felassan]

in middle earth elves don't grow beards until the third cycle of their lives or unless they were super old like Círdan the Shipwright. in thedas, when they get super old, they go bald

[obscurecurse]

ummmm a meteorologist started flirting with me in the airport yesterday. all "you look familiar. do i know you from somewhere 😇" (so clearly a LINE)

disastrous for you, sir, that i have been wanting to ask a meteorologist about the "distribution of lightning on earth" map

[mxanigel]

ah okay so if their world is literally upside down (vs Earth's geography) but they're north of the equator and it spins the opposite direction then Paradis shouldn't have to worry about hurricanes

[stephaniedola]

the only thing that gets me thru these pearson modules is this random motherfucking guy they have doing all the demonstrations absolute king i'd let him ramble to me about anything

[bruisedswan]

♱☼ whå† måkê§ †hê w¤|f ïñ §ïlk ✶ ɐɹɔɐuǝ ɹǝɐๅᴉʇʎ sǝๅɟ ℘

there is no light in the eyes of an apex predator such as the lýkos, no evidence of spirit or essence until the sweet stench of death hits her nostrils. there’s a certain elation that sparks in the windows of her soul when the remains of life hang between her canines that she's not sure she can get anywhere else, when she tastes its tartness akin to plums. in addition, the vitality is often bitter, too ripe, almost rotting, a fruit the gods reject and throw into her eager mouth. 

beware of the lýkos, for she is no ordinary predator. the most dangerous type of beast; not one that impulsively bares her teeth, not one only driven by the primitive insatiable hunger that rumbles in her belly like a storm. no. the lýkos is a quiet one. a careful one. a deceiving one. she gathers all that she is — the rage and hunger and envy and cunning — and stuffs it in the strong confines of a living mask made of flesh and bone. Instead of the sharp canines, calculating eyes encasing nothing but her desire to consume, you see a soft delicate smile, cool doe eyes of willow bark and sage meant to lower her prey’s sense of danger long enough for her to pounce. lýkos prowls quietly in her own ribcage as she entraps her prey in broad daylight and for every poor soul she sets her sights on, she adapts and modifies the veil. how do you escape an ever changing beast? how do you survive against the most dangerous apex predator of all — a being crafted to be valor and timidness — a girl? you don’t, simply watch the god favoured take.

and oh how god favoured she is. discordia sees her mayhem caged inside of the girl, a white hot inferno and the emptiness of void, the disturbing quiet that fills open air like static before the apocalyptic tempest rolls in with the might of gods’ rage. life and death, strife and harmony, predator and prey. inner conflict, always contradicting the other. a living paradox. a mortal (?) being embodying all natural forces governing reality. a soldier of chaos and daughter of discord, the priestess of the temple and the knife and the lamb. oh wolf in silk, oh lýkos, oh lycia medarda... to be as divinely touched and tragic as you.

☼✶ s͋͋o҉҉ng̷͋҉҉ pa͋i҉҉ri͋͋ngs҉ ༄ monolithic by milord ༄ la femme ressort by la femme ༄ evol by emprisencia ༄ la ciruela by nico play ༄ slow the burn by sungaze ༄ nymphs finding the head of orpheus by nicole dollanganger

❝ She is the virgin-harlot. She is vulgar, witty, knowledgeable to a depth that terrifies, cruel when she is most kind, unthinking while she thinks, and when she seeks to build she is as destructive as a coriolis storm. ❞

— Dune Messiah by Frank Herbert...

heavily inspired by the lovely @elysian-fawn, her moodboards are absolutely beautiful <33. also this is a sneak peek to an intro that is very much rotting in my drafts so do what you will with this...

[solisitude]

MATRIC GEOGRAPHY LOML

im not a bottom, im not a top. im not even a switch. im a secret....*counts on my hands* secret fourth thing and that's the coriolis force. watch out northern hemisphere, your wind is about to be EXTREMELY counter-clockwise.

[mathani]

A rock is dropped from a tower one Earth's radius high and observed in the frame of the tower. Perhaps surprisingly the rock doesn't fall at the base of the tower. Ignoring resistance in the atmosphere it lands about 550 km to the East. This is because points closer to the axis move slower and the rock overtakes them. This is Coriolis force, which is not a force of interaction like gravity is. It's a consequence of observing a motion in the rotating frame of the Earth.

[she-who-paints-with-fire]

AZURE STAR

Over seven thousand coffins. Four thousand allies and three thousand enemies dead, not mentioning drone systems.

Karateka's bionic arm whirred quietly as she took to the small podium she'd been offered, in front of the survivors of what was quickly becoming known as the Charnel Crisis. As a holder of the Azure Star herself, she'd been offered the chance to speak at the ceremony being held for the dead.

She cleared her throat. Six thousand survivors stared back at her. Seven mechs, all GMS Everest [G]s, stood behind her.

"The Azure Star is awarded to all Union personnel in recognition of great sacrifice in the line of duty. Thirty years or more of service, the suffering of grievous injury that prevents the completion of one's service, or death in the line of duty. In this way, it is perhaps the ultimate honor; one that none aspire to but all achieve in time.

"Though the soldiers that perished here this day are not Union personnel, as Union allies, we see it fit and proper to honor their sacrifice with the Azure Star, in recognition of their deeds in fighting for the utopia we all strive for.

"I would not call it my honor to present this award, because honor assumes I would not exchange it in a moment to change the fates of the dead. I would call this my duty.

"As a combat medic, I understand the principles of triage. When time and supplies are limited medics must determine who has the highest chance of surviving and who has the greatest need. However, I am also a firm believer that one should always strive to save everyone. Thus, I'm torn. Should I feel happy that the number of dead isn't higher? Saddened that it's as high as it is?

"Ultimately, the conclusion I come to is this: all I can do is hope that, given the chance, they will say that they would do it again. That they would fight for utopia again."

Highground stepped forwards and barked out orders to the honor guard. "Present arms!"

A mech each from Team Angel, Team Coriolis, Team Wyvern, and Team Fortitude, alongside three mechs from CORSAIR's surviving squadrons, all raised their rifles forwards, in front of their mechs.

"Take aim!"

Each rifle swung upwards towards the sky at a forty-five degree angle, blank rounds loaded into their chambers.

"Fire!"

Crack!

Thunder, as the mechs approached. Special Operative Thomas Morro stared in horror at the oncoming tide of gleaming metal, and then watched as explosions rippled across enemy lines.

"Team Angel, responding to distress call."

Something jerked at the back of his carrying rig, and he was dimly aware of someone pulling him towards the shallow cover of a ditch with a small dirt berm.

"Come on, brother," someone told him, and he couldn't make out the face of his savior; just a dark shape against the sun. "Ain't nobody dyin' on my watch. Stay with me, brother. Stay awake. I got correctives. Stay awake. You gon' be okay."

Crack!

Hell. The world looked like Hell.

Flames licked at the ruins of her dropship as Sergeant Kaia Vim tried to keep from screaming, from crying, from making any sort of noise. It wasn't supposed to go like this. She wasn't supposed to go down like this. But her dropship had gone down from Bombard fire, so here she was, hiding in a gulley, trying to keep from breaking down and giving her position away to the subaltern kill-squads that she'd seen in the distance, and—

Someone dropped down in front of her and she froze like a deer in the headlights.

The newcomer was covered in mud-caked armor, with a glowing blue visor on their helmet. A patch Kaia didn't recognize was on their left shoulder. They offered her a hand; she scrabbled away in terror.

"Hey, hey now. Easy," the newcomer cooed. "I'm a friendly."

"Who are you?" Kaia hissed.

"Duneman, Team Wyvern, DoJ/HR. I'm here to help."

Crack!

"Everyone got hit with antiair fire the moment they passed Angels 2. We've got teams scattered across the valley and a much larger enemy force than expected, not to mention the radio jamming."

"Then our job is simple," Clover shrugged, her camo-cloak shimmering slightly as it adjusted to the movement. "Rally who we can on our way to the jammer and blow it up, then use this camp as a rally point."

"The simple things are always hard," Cowboy groused.

"Well, they don't call us to do the easy jobs," Vampire deadpanned, turning on her heel away from the medical tent and towards where her mech stood, powered off. "Come on. We've got a lot of ground to cover between us and that jammer."

Crack!

"Sundance to 2-4, what's your status?"

Nothing. Just radio static.

"2-4, report!"

Just more static. Sundance sighed a deep, mournful sigh. Another lost squad.

"Sundance to 2-3, give me a SITREP."

"Sundance, this is 2-3 Echo-3 Kilo!" The speaker was panicking, and it sent Sundance from mournful into crisis-control mode. "2-3 Actual is KIA! They're rolling us with a platoon of Pyros! Requesting Broken Arrow! Repeat, Broken Arrow!"

Sundance bit back a curse before replying. "Solid copy on Broken Arrow. It's been an honor. Out."

Broken Arrow. 'Bomb my position because the enemy is on top of me.'

She hung her head for the briefest moment, biting back yet more curses—at the order, at the situation, at herself, at the enemy, at everyone but the scared soldier trying to make his death mean something.

"Sundance to Shelldrake, stand by for fire mission."

"Shelldrake standing by for fire mission, out."

"Broken Arrow on grid Golf-Yankee 2-2-3-1-1-4..."

Karateka took a deep breath and ceded the podium as the 28-gun salute ended. She'd never been one for speeches anyway.

Her arm whirred as she rolled her shoulders and stepped back into the crowd.

[cosmoshard]

i saw neil degrass tyson mention artificial gravity is achievable so I figured out a model and it turns out if your centrifugal spacewalk is approx. 60,000lbs, has a corridor that is 25ft tall, 25ft wide, and has a circumference of 981ft, you would need to rotate at 40mph with a force of approx 58,000lbf to maintain 0.9725g’s, which means approx 5 rotations per minute and basically no Coriolis effects.

basically i found out how to make a functional artificial gravity sim that won’t make you throw up when walking in it.

[corioliseffect]

why did max shave . thats so scary

[fanyeline]

maybe i just have f@tt exhaustion & need a break but most of palisade has been incredibly bleak & idk if this post credits ending is going to fix that. let's take a look at where the characters started and "ended" this season

Kalvin Brnine: started unable to talk abt their feelings & with hope that millenium break could change lives. ended unable to talk abt their feelings, estranged 3 important relationships & with a death wish.

Thisbe: started w the idea that they have no freedom. ended with the realization that they have freedom, but also they have an energy thing in them that prevents them from relaxing

The Figure in Bismuth: started w wanting to break free from slavery. Ended up dead.

Phrygian: started w wanting to fight the good fight & end the war. Ended up dead.

Coriolis Sunset: started idealistic & naive. ended up grizzled, chased from planet to planet & having forcibly lost their girlfriend to a contract with a God

from my point of view, if the idea was that they wanted to make a corny, hopeful season, they picked the wrong game from the start. armor astir's pillars are practically undefeatable, that is part of the game.

secondly, the cause VS principality gameplay where the team was split into two groups didn't really work for me. it felt like it created aggression between groups, where both groups wanted to win instead of creating a collaborative story. you can hear austin struggling with this in early episodes of the game against jack & art, and eventually it felt like they just leaned into the opposition between the two groups. This is maybe "fun", but in the end it creates this feeling that there's always a losing side.

secondly part 2, the inclusion of the stellar combuster arc towards the beginning of the season felt super weird, pacing wise. i know we can't always control these things, but overall that whole arc only felt stressful, never fun or rewarding. even when brnine killed the princept, i was just kind of stressed out!

third, i'm not sure the final questlandia game was a great ending game, especially when so many of the character beats couldn't really explored in a system that's talking about kingdom level activities. Besides that, I found the choice of characters to be a little disappointing. Bringing in Levi after figure's death didn't feel like a breath of fresh air, it just felt like 'well who is this guy?'. I felt the same way about Jack's character, August Righteousness. I think either could have played a character we already had a strong connection with. What about Gucci? What about Jesset? How about Mustard Red? Keith bringing back Leap was the right choice, not only bc leap is someone we already cared about but because he's like this incredible force as a character. He is someone who generates change.

fourth, I felt the treatment of Clem as a character was absolutely ridiculous. the immediate dislike and rejection by the cast of an extremely popular character after art brought up playing her felt like it was both disrespecting art as a player and his ability to do a villain justice, and towards the listeners who have been invested in Clem's story since she was a player character in Partizan. It felt like after a certain point, Art had to give up caring about what Clem did or face backlash from the other players! In the last few kingdom episodes, art was going "I mean, whatever, I don't really care" half the time they asked him about what he felt clem would do. And I also found it to be a huge bummer to listen to the players have discourse over Clem.

There's a big difference to me over fandom discourse and players taking part in that discourse. First and foremost, Clem is a character in a story, and while their "what should we do about Clem" discussion should have revolved around how to give her a satisfying character arc, it felt more like they were trying to figure out how to wash their hands of her. I don't really understand how or why the friends soured on Clem so much, and you know what? I get being sick of a character. But having a public discussion about it was really weird, & as a fan, a total bummer to hear.

So yeah, over all I feel really burned out by this season and the decisions they've made. I think it's been a sad time. I don't think it's been fun or goofy for awhile.

Obviously as creators they have a right to do whatever they want with their art, but I can't help but find it disappointing. It feels really different to what they've put out before & I'm having a hard time enjoying this gritty, sad and stressful season.

[banned-transit]

istg we are going to write a song called Trains Agenda some day, even if I have to fight the rest of the band, and this will be the spoken word interlude, because I have a deep-seated and inexplicable love for spoken word interludes:

A train leaves the Minneapolis St. Paul station at 2:30 p.m. headed for the Dallas Ft. Worth station with a velocity of 95% the speed of light. Assuming a spherical train and ignoring friction and air resistance, but accounting for general relativity, the coriolis force, and daylight savings time, answer the following question: Would you, personally, pull the lever to reroute the train so that it runs over Elon Musk, or would you allow it to continue forward and kill every transgender woman in America?

This problem will be on the final exam.

Idea of course being that there is one particular man who is both an enemy of trains and an enemy of trans. idk is 1am rn

Once we write the song im going to come back and delete this post. lol