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To: greenspirit who wrote (213662)	1/1/2002 12:57:36 PM
From: greenspirit	Respond to of 769670

For those thinkers among us who might be interested in unusual weather events. I thought you would find this article worth reading. stanford.edu August of 1883, shortly after my fiftieth birthday, a remarkable event took place. The Indonesian volcano Krakatoa exploded, coughing two hundred and ninety four million tons of sulfuric acid into the atmosphere. This violent paroxism is now thought by some of your scientists to have been the equal of the 1470 BC Santorini blow near Crete. I do not believe that this event had anything to do with my birthday but in many odd ways my life took on some of the global rhythms that followed. Now I should say that the relation of volcanic action and the subsequent coldness of the seasons was not a great surprise to us, even in our simple times, for we and our forbearers had the habit of recording our observations of natural events with an attention to detail that might strike some of your contemporaries as finnicky in your busy times. The eruption of the Icelandic Laki in June of 1783 had been notable; so severe had been the volcanic haze that spread that summer, across Europe and into the Middle East, that there followed a bitter winter felt even as far as America, where Benjamin Franklin correctly attributed the severity of the season to the loss of sunlight from that same volcanic haze. Careful analysis of the event shows that the temperature fell for several years, even though the haze itself lasted no more than several months. So the record, a century before my time, tells us of the potency of these volcanos. Similarly the great eruption of 1815, a subject on which I heard much as a boy, led to a year in which there was no summer. The few years following the Krakatoa explsion of 1883 provided a glimpse of the climate disturbances that can result from even moderate volcanism. Heavy rains fell for the next three years -- a remarkable thirty eight inches in Los Angeles in the following winter alone-- followed by anomalous droughts spreading from west to east. Note as a measure of this eccentricity the high variance of rainfall in you Los Angeles record. Floods, too, plagued the world for the next decade. Nor was this calamitous impact confined to the New World; in Baghdad there was no rain whatsoever those years. Then, as if the skies were recovering, in the manner of a stretched elastic band, a wave of erratic floods swept the world in the late 1880s. In the American western plains cattle had died by the thousands as the plains were seared by drought; soon enough these lands were pounded by blizzards in 1886 and 1887. That same year brought an oddly summery winter to the East, with trees budding in Central Park, a freakish warmth terminating with a mid March blizzard that would go into history as The Great White Hurricane, horses and U.S. Senators perishing alike in twenty foot drifts that howled through the eastern seaboard. The following Spring weird rains blew out a dam at Johnstone, Pennsylvania, drowning thousands. On the other side of the world the Yellow River spilled its banks violently, drowning nearly a million Chinese. It should be no surprise that even the financial markets were affected. In 1884 there was a major panic in American stock markets. Only recently has it been shown that in that same year, 1884, there had occurred an El Nino episode of great proportions. I saw the lasting effects of the eruption even greater degree when I arrived in Ireland five years later, in 1888; it was my only visit to the land of my ancestors. I found it wet and gloomy enough, but was told by the natives that it was even worse than usual. I was fifty seven years old that year and my mood was as low as the weather. My book Ragnorak was selling poorly and I was disappointed at the reception given to my lectures on Shakespeare (though I was pleased to find Oscar Wilde and the Prime Minister in my audience). After chilly London I found myself greatly disheartened by my visit to that poor, oppressed, God-forsaken land of my ancestors. My future, at age fifty eight, looked lost and gloomy, and I felt that I could only grind my teeth and cry to heaven.

To: greenspirit who wrote (213662)	1/1/2002 4:06:43 PM
From: TigerPaw	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 769670

Did you even bother to click on the link No, I actually relied on your summary which implied (to my reading) that 100000 years ago was the beginning of weather. Upon looking at the link it is very old speculation (1887) by Ignatius Donnelly for diffent types of fossils found in earth layers. Look at the parent link stanford.edu Ignatius Donnelly, visionary futurist, returns from the past to visit a notable creek in California, finding there evidence of impending millenial instability, including global warming, AIDS, and stock market speculation; At best this is some kind of joke. The jist of the joke seems to be to trot out Donnelly's wild speculation from the late 1800s and show that it is just as vague and prophetic now (and therefore as worthless as a Jean Dixon horoscope) as it was then. The butt of the joke are those taken again by the narrative. TP