#centrifugal is outward

[hildifons-hairyfoot]

Seward's grade in physics: F

Comments: Centrifugal force is not real. The outward force is what you experience due to your inertia. It's a reaction force to the centripetal force. It is not a 'force' in and of its own.

[sparring-spirals]

okay. i mean this with the utmost affection. but. while imogen and laudna telling each other "im you're anchor. you're my tether" as reassurance about going "dark" or giving into the lure of power is very meaningful and important. it also kind of struck me like. hey wait one of you anchoring the other. fine. possibly-functional. but doesnt BOTH of you tethering to each other risk creation of a spinning centrifugal blur whirling down the road to power.

and like yes yes this isnt an original thought and the proper terminology for this is probably like "dual corruption arc" or in CR "i broke the world for you" yes but. i wanted to share the specific imagery my brain provided for this train of thought, which is roughly:

like. thanks. brain. i guess.

bonus thought that popped up when drawing this:

[mysticstronomy]

WHY ARE THINGS IN SPACE ROUND??

Blog#350

Saturday, November 18th, 2023

Welcome back,

Through telescopes on Earth and in space, astronomers can glimpse the far-flung reaches of the universe. And no matter how far away or how strange the planet, at least one thing seems to hold true in space: a lot of stuff is spherical.

So what makes these celestial bodies round? In short, it's gravity.

"It's pretty amazing that we know of so many things being round in space," Anjali Tripathi, an astrophysicist at NASA's Exoplanet Exploration Program, located at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California, told Live Science. Gravity's rounding effect is a result of self-gravity, the gravity that an object — in this instance, a celestial body — exerts on itself. Once a planet, or maybe a moon, accumulates enough mass, its self-gravity will pull it into a sphere-like shape.

The universe's bodies formed after the Big Bang exploded about 13.8 billion years ago. Tiny dust particles circulating in enormous doughnut-shaped dust clouds began to collide. If the collision was gentle enough, according to NASA, the dust particles fused. Collision after collision created a snowball effect; The more mass a budding planet accumulated, the more its gravity grew and the more matter it attracted.

That "gravity pulls all the matter toward the center of gravity," said Bruno Merín, an astronomer and head of the European Space Agency's ESAC Science Data Centre in Madrid.

It's like the kitchen sink, he said: "All water will flow through the hole in the bottom." In the case of planets, "every piece of matter is trying to get as close as possible to the center of gravity."

Planetary bodies will continue to shift matter around until they find an equilibrium, a state in which every point is as close as possible to the center. And the only shape that achieves this kind of equilibrium in space is a sphere, Merín told Live Science.

Mercury and Venus are nearly perfect spheres because they are slower-spinning rock planets. Ice planets also tend to be almost perfectly round, as the "layer of ice distributes very evenly," Merin said.

But "round" doesn't mean that every planet is a perfect sphere; the gas giants Jupiter and Saturn bulge at their equator because of how fast they spin. Instead of a perfect sphere, Saturn looks like a basketball someone is sitting on, according to NASA.

Even Earth has a tiny bulge of less than 1%, due to centrifugal force, the outward force on a spinning object. So Earth is oblate, or a slightly flattened sphere.

Although the universe teems with spheres, many bodies in space aren't even remotely spherical. Asteroids and comets can come in any shape, altered by crashes and interstellar spinning. Mars has a potato-shaped moon called Phobos; in fact, only about 20 of the nearly 300 known moons in the solar system are the familiar round shape we expect, the rest are more irregular. The reason for all these nonspherical bodies: Their lower mass means they don't have enough gravity to even out their shape, Tripathi said.

Originally published on www.livescience.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, November 22nd, 2023)

"IS THE MILK WAY MOVING??"

[aliencatadventures]

The Mysteries of the Sun. Part 2

Credit to #NASA

The Mysteries of the Sun. Part 1

So, any small star, like our Sun, consists mainly of hydrogen and helium, gradually converting one into the other. These are gases in a plasma state, meaning the gas molecules have broken down into nuclei (positively charged ions) and negatively charged electrons. Near the Sun's visible surface, the atmosphere is very sparse, and the deeper you go, the denser it becomes. Initially, the gas takes on a texture similar to liquid, then this liquid becomes thicker, resembling Earth's magma. At the very core of the star, the pressure and density are so immense that the environment is akin to a hot, dense core, where atoms can no longer move relative to each other.

And if the Sun's surface rotates in that strange way we mentioned—where the equatorial part completes a rotation every 27 days—scientists have recently discovered that the core rotates even faster, completing one rotation in about a week. What's more, the core is slightly offset from the Sun's center.

As I mentioned in our previous conversation, convection cells form on the Sun's surface due to the flow of hot and cold matter: hot masses rise to the surface, while cooler ones sink. This happens both in the thin atmospheric layers, where these cells are small, and deeper within the star. The deeper you go, the larger and more global these flows become. The most significant process carries matter from the dense core of the star toward the equatorial region.

Imagine a ballerina spinning with her skirt flaring outward—something similar happens inside the star. Masses of solar material rise in the equator area from the depth toward the surface under the influence of centrifugal force. However, gravity pulls them back, preventing them from escaping too far. As a result, streams of solar matter spread across the surface from the equator toward the poles—north and south—cooling as they move.

But despite all the complexity of the Sun's activity, this is actually the simplest part of its fascinating internal dynamics. Next time, we'll dive into the even more intriguing topic of magnetic fields and electromagnetic processes.

The next part 3 is here

[tanadrin]

So because iron has an absurdly high magnetic susceptibility (like 200,000 according to Wikipedia), and magnetism is an absurdly strong force, I'm pretty sure that the Mniw can extract quite a lot of mechanical energy from Ast just by attaching an iron weight to a bar and letting it spin freely while Pr rotates. Depending on how close Pr's periapsis is to Ast, the attraction of a 1 kg iron mass by magnetic force alone can be anywhere from a tenth of a newton to ten newtons; but this force falls quickly with even moderate orbital eccentricity, meaning the amount of work your rotor could extract to do mechanical work would be very seasonally dependent.

So for the Mniw, the properties of paramagnetic materials would vary considerably depending on the time of year, as would the amount of energy available to their society, not just from biological sources. You could run machines basically without a power source in the summertime, but in the winter, mechanical work would grind to a halt. And that is only if you could find and purify iron--any iron in the protoplanetary disk might have gotten sucked into Ast when the planets were forming, unless they were able to react with other elements very quickly and form non-magnetic ores. It's possible Pr simply has no iron--if it formed in situ.

I think this would also make Mni physics very lopsided. They would know their world is rotating--they could calculate for themselves the centrifugal force on an object in a rotating reference frame, and notice that the outward force they experienced in Pr was exactly the same--but they would have no notion of celestial mechanics from astronomical observation, and maybe no incentive to try to do the kinds of delicate torsion-balance experiments that helped Earth scientists understand gravity. They would know their world existed in some kind of magnetic field, whose direction and orientation changed according to daily and annual cycles, and they might even work out the rules for how it varied with distance, and thus a decent approximation of the geometry of Pr's orbit. But the source of that field would be invisible to them, and no doubt would be the subject of intense debates about its nature.

[vickyvicarious]

i can't lie, i'm ESL (english as second language) and i consider myself basically fluent but when seward start talking about parallels and centrifuge i felt my brain short-circuiting. do you have any explanations and theories on wtf that part was supposed to mean? just the stream of consciousness ramblings of a spiraling dude? or something actually meaningful?

In selfish men caution is as secure an armour for their foes as for themselves. What I think of on this point is, when self is the fixed point the centripetal force is balanced with the centrifugal; when duty, a cause, etc., is the fixed point, the latter force is paramount, and only accident or a series of accidents can balance it.

He does mean something by this for sure, but much like his Latin earlier he's saying it in a way that can definitely be confusing to the average reader. In this case, he's using scientific language to describe his concept. I believe I get his intended message, but it's the kind of thing that I'm not really scientifically-minded enough to be sure I'm explaining correctly. So if anyone out there can do better, please hop in and correct me/elaborate as needed!

Spoken simply, he's invoking two concepts: centripetal and centrifugal. I think this comparison of the concepts is fairly approachable. But in even simpler (and admittedly less precise) terms...

centrifugal = pushing out

centripetal = pulling in

So, if you spin something around a central point, the connection that keeps it spinning rather than just flying away is centripetal. The sensation it has that is being pulled away from the middle is centrifugal.

There's all this stuff as well about how centrifugal force isn't technically a 'real' force, just an 'apparent' one, but that's not so relevant for Seward's point here. What's he's using this language to say, essentially, is this.

When 'selfishness' (inward focus, centripetal) is at the center of someone's nature, other things (outward focus, centrifugal) don't pull them off course too much because they're too worried about keeping themselves safe. This means they maintain a more fixed orbit, essentially. They're more predictable.

When a duty or cause is at the center, however, the two forces are not in balance, and they can suddenly stop spinning around in a circle to go flying off somewhere unexpectedly. They behave in unpredictable and possibly dangerous ways without necessarily giving much warning. This is because self-preservation (inward focus, centripetal) is less important to them than their duty/cause (outward focus, centrifugal). So even if flying out of orbit hurts them too, they won't care or stop.

Where he talks about accidents balancing things, he's basically saying that a balance between these forces is needed to keep them stable/predictable. And by his definition, unselfish people will only become balanced by chance, so long as the current situation suits their cause. There's not really a way to plan for it or count on them to make it happen in the same way he thinks selfish people can be predicted or managed. That's why selfish peoples' caution is an armor for both themselves and their enemies - being cautious keeps them safe, but makes them predictable which lets their enemies keep safe too.

To bring it all into focus with Renfield: if Renfield is more worried about keeping himself safe, he won't do anything risky to himself. But if he doesn't care about that and is fully driven by some fixation, then he might (for example) attack a person even if doing so will get him in greater trouble. As long as it serves his fixation, he wouldn't care about the consequences.

...hopefully that made a bit more sense to you!

[the-busy-ghost]

She looked down a slope, needing to squint for the sunlight, on to a vast sprawl of houses which had grown up all together, like a well-tended crop, from the dull brown earth; and she thought of the time she'd opened a transistor radio to replace a battery and seen her first printed circuit. The ordered swirl of houses and streets, from this high angle, sprang at her now with the same unexpected, astonishing clarity as the circuit card had. Though she knew even less about radios than about Southern Californians, there were to both outward patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed meaning, of an intent to communicate. There'd seemed no limit to what the printed circuit could have told her (if she had tried to find out); so in her first minute to San Narcisco, a revelation also trembled just past the threshold of her understanding. Smog hung all round the horizon, the sun on the bright beige countryside was painful; she and the Chevy seemed parked at the centre of an odd, religious instant. As if, on some other frequency, or out of the eye of some whirlwind rotating too slow for her heated skin even to feel the centrifugal coolness of, words were being spoken.

"The Crying of Lot 49" by Thomas Pynchon

[kendrene]

22 Beatrice/Lilith 😘

22. You don’t have to be alone (dead space au)

***

The Ishimura groans and creaks around them. It tilts, then settles. 

“Not good, not good, not good.” Cam mutters nearby, fingers flying across the terminal’s keyboard. “Bea? I’m not sure but I think the centrifuge is shot. Can you come take a look?” 

“Give me a moment.” Bea spares a distracted glance for the nearest screen, where the ship’s diagnostics are displayed - a solid wall of red, all systems failing - before her eyes return to Lilith’s wound. “I just need to stabilize her.” 

Lilith’s hand, blood-slicked, covers her own. “If you don’t stabilize the ship we’re all fucked.” Weakened by blood loss, but still with enough strength to push Beatrice’s hands away. Black ichor drips from the gaping hole in her abdomen, and Beatrice has the impression that something’s wriggling, hatching within. Lilith presses down with both hands, hissing, and nods towards Camila. “Go. Help her. I’ll be fine.” She’s never been good at lying.

It is the centrifuge, as it turns out. And it’s worse than Beatrice imagined. 

“It needs a manual restart.” Lines of code appear on the screen. She tries a different bypass. Nothing. “There’s something… blocking it, I think? I can’t tell. The sensors are picking up a foreign mass, but without cameras…” She trails off and raises a questioning eyebrow at Camila, who just shakes her head. 

“No cameras. That entire level may as well be a black hole. If everything wasn’t going to shit around us, I’d say it was intentional, but-”

“Bodies.” Lilith calls. voice down to a strained whisper. “The mass the diagnostics are picking up. It could be bodies.”

“No personnel is allowed into the centrifuge when it’s engaged. G-force would suck you into the machinery.”

“But if it were sabotage.” Lilith plants a heel against the wall and leverages until she’s not slumping anymore. “If someone shut the centrifuge off, they could have shoved bodies into it. It’d mess up the hydraulics, wouldn’t it?” 

“You’d need a lot of bodies.” Beatrice counters. A frisson of fear electrifies her spine as the scale of what Lilith is implying fully sinks in. “We’re talking mass murder.”

“Or mass suicide.” Lilith doesn’t have to remind them there was actual crew members attacking them among the monsters. You’ve got to-” 

The vent closest to them explodes outwards, scattering bits of metal all around. Beatrice has the time to register something twisted buzzing past her face before Camila barrels into her, flattening her to the ground.

What must have once been personnel lands on all four in front of them. Tattered fabric clings to its misshapen shoulders and its spine is fully exposed, an ivory coast emerging from a frothing sea of white-red muscle.

“Lilith!”

Any second now it’ll see her. Unless she and Cam do something, Lilith is dead.

“Run!” 

An elongated shape skids across the plasteel floor plating. Lilith’s rifle. Beatrice’s hand closes around it. She feels numb.

“LILITH!”

“I said: run!”

She does, haltingly at first, and Cam has to push-pull her.

She does, faster after, Lilith’s weapon dragging in her hands, and never in her life has she felt so lonely.

[moonsoulastrology]

'The ancients' considered the zodiac to be the 'Soul of Nature'. Understanding the zodiacal energy patterns, but also the archetypal energy can help us understand ourselves and our consciousness better. Every modality and sign represents their own energy pattern that we vibe.

●Cardinal signs, are a centrifugal (spinning energy like a blood centrifuge machine)radiating outward energy that moves in a definite direction ↔️(future- present- past);

》Aries & Libra(positive/masculine) are concerned with action in the present and thinking forward & moving towards the future. Aries 'spiritedly' moves directly forward. Libra 'mentally' moves directly forward.

》Capricorn & Cancer (negative/feminine) radiate that same centrifugal energy spinning or radiating the energy inwards and towards the past. Capricorn 'physically' moves with direct attention to the past. Cancer 'emotionally' moves directly with attention to the past.

●Fixed signs, they represent a centripetal energy that radiates inwards towards a center, it's associated with principles of inertia which is also known to give them great powers of concentration & perseverance. The fixed signs are energetically most centered on the here & now. People with the Sun in a fixed sign are literally born with such an intuitive sense of depth and power of the soul or spirit within them, they actually dubbed the fixed signs as "the gates of the avatar" & are the key symbols of the major initiations of the soul. This concentrated energy also brings the fixed signs a potential for concentrated consciousness!》Taurus, Scorpio(negative- feminine) more connected with the past, Taurus 'physically' spirals into itself and down. Scorpio 'emotionally' spirals into itself and down. 》Aquarius, Leo,(positive- masculine) more connected to the future. Aquarius 'mentally' spirals into itself and up. Leo 'spiritedly' spirals into itself and up.

●Mutable Signs, their energy is spiralic patterns. 》Pisces connects to past karmic energy & Virgo spiral towards the ground and are associated with the past crises with development of the personality. Virgo physically spirals outward and down. Pisces 'emotionally' spirals out and down. 》 Gemini & Sagittarius spirals upwards and forward toward the future, with Sagittarius having an increase with prophetic tendencies and Gemini with their endless future speculations. Gemini 'mentally' - Sagittarius 'spiritedly'

So learning how the patterns of the energies of the signs work, it can help you learn more about yourself and how your energy is working for you. Especially your Sun! But the moon, rising, Mercury, Venus and Mars signs(Personal planets and angles too) can help you learn why your always stuck in the past or full of anxiety about the future. Or how you can manipulate energy to better yourself mentally and physically.

Say you have a Cancer Moon in the 9h you're going to have that connection to the past but with prophetic tendencies so pay attention to your dreams! Or maybe you have a Taurus Sun in the 8h you will have access to not only an earthly, physical inner power, but one connected to emotion and the past. Mercury in an air sign but water house, think of the communication you can make with other realms! The combinations are endless. Learn how your main energies work and maybe learn how to control your consciousness, just think of the possibilities!

#AstrologyCommunity #astrologyobservations #zodiacfacts #zodiacalenergy

#energy #vibes

[loonavrsl]

241116 [Interview] Newsis: "A Courage Called Centripetal Force… ‘Loona’s Yves’ Ha Sooyoung, A ‘Synesthesic Image’ Called Peace"

After a tumultuous road, Yves (Ha Sooyoung) from the group LOONA has discovered a courage by the name of centripetal force. The members of LOONA, who enjoyed immense popularity overseas, including entering Billboard’s main album chart Billboard 200, were scattered against their will due to conflicts and disputes with their original agency. During the following unintended hiatus, Yves peered closer into herself. When Yves, who is closer to an introvert, was promoting as part of the group, she tried to aim outward with a centrifugal force, enveloping a broader boundary. That is to say, she only felt satisfied when she had external validation.

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[chaletnz]

Ecuador: Mitad del Mundo

I waited about 20-30 minutes for the guide Javier to show up with the driver Jorge, and another guest, Domingo. We got settled in the car and drove 30-40 minutes to Mitad del Mundo and on the way Javier explained everything we needed to know about the equator in both English and Spanish. The latitude at the equator is 0,0,0 where the northern hemisphere meets the southern hemisphere. “Qui” means middle in their native language which is how Quito got its name but Javier said that you would find “Qui” in other place names in the area. Due to the position, centrifugal forces are at play and push outwards towards either pole so there are no hurricanes, cyclones, or tornados at this latitude. The only natural disaster risks would be earthquakes and volcanoes from movement in the tectonic plates. There are also no seasons here since the weather is mostly the same the entire year round. There is a wet and dry season but the temperature is the same all year. At this latitude there are no longer or shorter days, every day is exactly the same length, and there is no solstice or equinox. In March and September around noon there is no shadow at all as the sun is directly above the equator at that time of year. The elevation is around 7,000 feet in Quito and there is a lesser resistance to gravity which means at the equator you weigh about 1kg less than normal.

Inside the visitor area of Mitad del Mundo there were some museums and shops and the main monument to the equator with a line painted all the way through representing the northern and southern hemispheres. Javier invited us to do a photo shoot with the monument and showed us how an egg can be balanced on a nail due to the centrifugal forces. We then had about an hour of free time to explore the area, I visited some of the souvenir shops which had some good quality stuff unlike Colombia! I finally found some really nice postcards and got a stamp in my passport from Mitad del Mundo. I tried the helados de paila, ice cream made in the old fashioned style in a large dish inside an ice bucket, and chose the coconut and rum raisin flavours which were delicious. While we waited for Domingo to get back to the meeting point I hopped on the wifi and found that Ecuadorhop had cancelled my entire trip that was due to pick me up tomorrow morning at 6am. I explained this to Javier and on the drive back to Quito he was on the phone calling around to various people he knew to enquire about private drivers and rental car companies that could help me follow my itinerary. The private driver would be $190 for the 2 days, from Quito to Quilotoa, and then on to Baños. If I wanted to rent a car he said it would be $45 per day which seemed reasonable however when he requested the total with taxes and insurance and upgrade to an automatic vehicle he said it would be $145 which was a bit much. Defeated, I was leaning towards accepting Javier’s suggestion to skip Quilotoa and go straight to Baños on the public bus. After they dropped me off back at the meeting point, I walked to the metro to take the train back downtown and realised that I had no small bills left, only a $10 and $20. I wondered what would happen when I tried to buy a 45c ticket with a $10 bill when it occurred to me - the decoy wallet! For safety, I had a cheap wallet with a few expired travel cards and small bills that I could throw at anyone who attempted to rob/attack me. I used the saviour $1 bill to get my ticket and squeezed myself into a completely full carriage. I actually heard someone in the mass of people say “sardines”. Someone farted. There was no air conditioning and it was so hot inside. This was by far the busiest, most uncomfortable train I’d ever been on. I started out being crammed against the door, then as we headed south I was gradually pushed into the middle as people got off and on around me. After a sweaty eternity I arrived in San Francisco station and plunged onto the platform to breathe normally at last. Back at the hostel I got on the wifi and cancelled the Quilotoa hotel for tomorrow and sent them an apology email explaining that this was Ecuadorhop’s fault. I extended my stay in Quito for one more night and Grace, the receptionist, was so nice about it all. She also told me I’d have the room to myself again as those people who arrived this morning ended up taking a shower and flooding the whole room (except for my bed/locker area luckily) so they were moved to another room. I redeemed my voucher for a free welcome drink at the bar which was a delicious (hot) alcoholic drink traditional to Ecuador called canelazo. I ordered a plate of bacon cheese fries just for the ease of not having to go anywhere else to get some food and they were fairly average but good enough to attract the little ginger hostel cat to sit and meow near me!

[uezyteue]

An experiment I cannot perform

Question: do centripetal and centrifugal forces apply to magnetic fields? If so, how?

Hypothesis: Yes, but one of two ways. Either A) The magnetic poles experience centrifugal force and bend outward, expanding the field towards the axis of rotation, or B) The magnetic field experiences centrifugal force and expands outward, away from the axis of rotation.

Setup: a centrifuge, some way to observe magnetic fields and a stick magnet or two. Attach the magnets to the centrifuge's arms such that the poles align with the axis of rotation. Make sure they're secure. Turn on the centrifuge and watch what happens to the magnetic field(s).

So Science Side of Tumblr, is this something that would work? Is this even a reasonable thing to do? I don't have the knowledge to see the intricacies here, so you tell me.

[whey-isolate]

Exterior and interior of Freeport Alazir, the last independent nation in the Hyades Cluster.

Legend has it that Alazir only reveals itself to those who its residents intend to let aboard. Thus, invitation telegrams from the space station are highly sought after by spacers across the Hyades.

Freeport Alazir has a deceptive outward appearance. While its central spire and centrifuge ring, basking in the tail of the comet to which it is attached, may seem average in size, they are only auxiliary to the true structure of the station—a colossal centrifuge drum buried within the comet.

Within, then, lies a hidden city-nation home to scores of powerful conjurers, belligerent rebels, and independent scholars. Safe from the imperial brutality of the Dynasty, they fill the rainy streets with bright neon and lively bustle, their presence dappled and wavering in a heavy mist which carries every manner of culinary scent high into the cold, windy air.

Both these works are illustrations for my WIP science fantasy novel Sailor for the Second Dusk.

[finishinglinepress]

NEW FROM FINISHING LINE PRESS: Beyond Cornfields by Elaine M. Seaman

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Traveling Beyond Cornfields is the heart of this collection of #poems by Elaine M. Seaman. Starting from her miniature town in Iowa to various states, especially Colorado and Michigan, and countries, especially Mexico and New Zealand, she notices intricacies in #landscape, flora, fauna, and humanity. She recognizes life lived and life lost. But she always remembers that “Home is just ahead. Warm rooms in our clover meadow, oaks and pine. Home. Ahead.”

Elaine M. (Koren) Seaman grew up near the cornfields of Iowa but has lived in Kalamazoo, Michigan, for over forty years. Her sons draw her to Colorado and New Zealand each year and wanderlust takes her to other parts of the planet. Finishing Line Press published her first book of poetry, Rocks in the Wheatfield, in 2004. Her self-published book (2019), My Mother Sewed Dresses for Five, contains quilts she made and poems she wrote that share titles. The American Quilter’s Museum in Paducah, Kentucky, has one of her quilts in their collection, as do many private collectors.

PRAISE FOR Beyond Cornfields by Elaine M. Seaman

Beyond Cornfields is alive with backroad byways, birds, Pepsi and peanuts, and patchwork landscapes. Seaman begins by saying that “everything that would come later spun out from the center of Iowa” and her clear-as-day Iowan voice drops sparks of wry humor as deftly as it alludes to grief, made all the more poignant for its spareness. From the family home in Iowa Seaman spins us outward to Michigan, west to Colorado, past sandhill cranes writing across the broad sky, then farther still to Hawai’i, Mexico, and New Zealand, where she puzzles over a recipe calling for “blue milk.” But always there is the return home, where “life doesn’t have to go far to be a life.” I urge you to settle in and read this volume straight through. Allow Seaman’s poems to offer you tender comfort as, again and again, she shows you how “the world bumps beauty right in front of your eyes.”

–Marion Starling Boyer, winner of the 2021 Wheelbarrow Poetry Prize for Ice Hours and Grayson Books 2023 Chapbook Prize for What Word for This.

In Elaine Seaman’s poem “Centrifuge,” she writes, “Everything that would come later/spun out from the center of Iowa…”. And so it is with this collection, grounded between cornfields in Iowa but taking literal flight to new worlds where her sons have settled. Drives, cruises, flights, she finds herself between the comfort and ghosts of the past and the quickly accelerating present, new geographies and adult children. Plain-spoken but not terse, Seaman wonders successfully about her shifting world.

–Elizabeth Kerlikowske, Author of The Vaudeville Horse, Art Speaks, and Dominant Hand

Elaine Seaman’s Beyond Cornfields is a must-have guide for anyone who has ever travelled, left loved ones behind, or found themselves left behind. A poet who is also a quilter, Seaman has expertly pieced together tender and fierce poems that take the reader on a vibrant journey through Iowa cornfields to New Zealand gardens, from a dinner cruise where a stranger chokes on a steak to playing extreme croquet in Kalamazoo. Seaman’s delightful collection is testament to the power of poetry, stitching together memories that open to the vast landscape of the heart.

–Jennifer Clark, author of A Beginner’s Guide to Heaven and Kissing the World Goodbye

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[techtuv]

As an RC car accelerates and reaches higher speeds, the tires are subjected to increasing centrifugal force. The centrifugal force creates an outward pressure on the tire material, contributing to the tire's noticeable expansion. At high speeds, due to the rapid rotation and friction between the tire and the ground, the air pressure inside the RC tires can increase. Higher air pressure can cause the tire sidewalls to bulge outward, creating the impression of expansion.

[augment-techs]

"I will not let you slander me by saying you are a better kisser. That's why it's great that we have a third person to be a referee." + Skull x Matt x Billy 👀

Short version. Bigger version will be posted as soon as I edit it...again.

“Use his mouth for your cum, but don’t you dare put your cock in him. Just cum on his tongue---come on, Eugene, reach a little. Good boy.”

Pale hands held firm and tight to Matt’s thighs as much as Skull was able, Matt’s own hands keeping Skull in perfect centrifugal ease and motion on his sparrow bone hips. He only slicked in and out of Skull’s in centimeters, but it was enough to get him to do as Matt bossed and requested.

Skull’s eyes were more focused on the dim lightbulb above the bathroom stall than on Billy’s face, but the Blue Ranger was under the impression that it was more so he could keep his attention diminished than because he didn’t want to look at the shiny pink cock less than an inch from his tongue. Billy was left with the impression that the two had played this game before and while he was delighted to be a part of it, he was really chafing at not being in control (a new feeling outside of battle when Jason and Tommy were away, to be sure).

The feeling ebbed sideways into ‘unimportant’ though; Billy let out a moan as he came, one hand cinched in Eugene’s hair and the other steadying his cock as the white burst and slicked out, out, out along his tongue and down his throat and speckled his upper lip.

One of Matt’s hands wrapped pointedly and tight around Skull’s throat, middle finger reaching up and curving over his bottom lip and teeth, stalling any other motion; the order on his mouth directed at Billy along with his deep brown eyes circled with acid green, “Now get down on your knees and suck him off, Billy. He’s close, he’s so close. And he tastes so good.”

Billy was almost certain that the noise in his ears wasn’t real. A sort of echo of ice breaking in the Arctic, fine lines like screaming, or maybe wolves growling in heat so late in the season that it was ridiculous and the feeling of starving was directed in the wrong way.

But it didn’t matter as his knees hit the tiled floor much too hard (ranger strength, ranger strength with him not paying attention), cracking the tiles outward as his hands clutched and rubbed at Eugene’s ribs, pretty belly button, and gently---desperately---yanked the desperate weeping cock into his mouth.

Matt took the moment Skull groaned so pretty to tilt his head over towards himself and stick his tongue into the messy, slack, drool and cum filled mouth, the smile on his lips making it a little awkward in execution, but it didn’t really seem to matter to either second or third party.

All the stimulation, feeling so full and loved (despite being in a public school washroom, one hour before the final bell rang, completely aware that they were all in for it if someone caught them) had Skull squirm like a worm on a hook, hands flailing for purchase in Billy’s straw pale hair and Matt’s bicep as his back went curved and rigid; legs shaking and just the best noise coming up and out into Matt’s mouth as he came.

The squirming didn’t let up and Matt came nigh immediately after, hot and thick white coating the inside of Eugene’s ass while Billy swallowed and swallowed and savored Skull’s seed still pouring as he wriggled and shook and went limp as a ragdoll. All the attention, four hands and two mouths and filled up at both ends... It made Skull feel spoiled.

(Matt and Billy mentally agreed, without words and with that weird bond all Rangers seemed to have on the same team, that was precisely the point.)

* * "You do realize how ridiculous you both sound, right? And this is coming from me, the guy who follows Bulk around to record monster fights with the Rangers and wander through the wreckage to interview terrified civilians in the aftermath."

"How? It's just general workplace kind of betting."

Well stone eyes stared at Matt resting his hands on his hips, entirely too confident in that statement and could not resist the need to pop his bubble of assuredness.

"No it isn't."

Billy nodded at Skull's deadpan a lot faster than Matt probably appreciated, "No it isn't, but I did take offense to Matt's impression that he is a better kisser simply because he has more dating experience than I do. Kimberly is, I'm sure, perfectly adequate in this, but that's about it."

"You've never even dated anyone!"

"Which by no means implies I haven't engaged in more carnal aspects of life."

"....I think you're getting a little off track here," Skull interrupted with all the good nature of a nervous kindergarten teacher corralling five years olds that couldn't agree on whether butterflies or moths were better and had gone on the offensive with markers against each other in retaliation, "I get the whole trying to one up each other...thing. But why ask me to be the judge of your kissing abilities?"

"Because we trust you to be honest and...well," neither Billy nor Matt seemed willing to look Skull in the eye, rather, focused on how his hair was obviously without gel, he wasn't much bothering to wear the protective leather with the sharp spikes like he usually did, and he'd lost ten pounds since the Eltarian Invasion. They both also chose not to mention how desperate Bulk seemed lately to get Skull's spirits up after being bowled over by the reality of his last relationship being almost entirely a lie, "You have...more experience."

"Yes, that," Billy almost choked, attempting to ignore a sudden need to glare at Matt with eyes glowing at mid day like the Big Bad Wolf at a suddenly very awkward Dragon that realized how much of an utter loser/idiot he was.

The moment was still, Skull absently chewing his gum for a moment as he himself did in fact notice the glaring and the rare show of Matt being unsure of himself while Billy looked exasperated with the entire situation.

Ultimately, Skull shrugged and swung his backpack over his shoulder as he continued back down the library steps, "Sure, why not."

"R...Really?"

"Not like I have anything better to do, short of a monster attack requiring recording. Just text me the when and where."