Showing posts with label Chasing Fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chasing Fire. Show all posts

Jan 14, 2025

Pink flame retardants - what do we know about them?



 “Yeah. They’ve got a couple water sources, so she might be on the hose. I know they dropped mud on her earlier.” 

 “Why would they drop mud on Rowan?” 

 His laugh broke out, long, delighted. 

“Sorry. I meant the fire. Mud’s what we call the retardant the tanker drops. 

Believe me, no smoke jumper wants to be under that.”


Chasing Fire





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Aircraft battling fires raging through the Los Angeles area are dropping more than water: Hundreds of thousands of gallons of hot-pink fire suppressant ahead of the flames in a desperate effort to stop them before they destroy more neighborhoods.



CNN


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 “It’s thick pink goo, and burns if it hits your skin.” 

 “Why pink? It’s kind of girlie.” 

 He grinned as she got out a skillet. 

“They add ferric oxide to make it red, but it looks like pink rain when it’s coming down. 

The color marks the drop area.”


Chasing Fire 


Sep 2, 2021

Repurpose your Little Girl’s Old Pajamas

 

“Whenever you got sick as a kid, we had to dig out the same pajamas.”

 “The blue puppies.”

 “Yeah, the blue ones with puppies. When you outgrew them there was hell to pay.”

 “You cut them up and made me a little pillow out of the fabric. And it was okay again.”


Chasing Fire


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Everyone has a favorite pair of cloth they just can’t wear but are not willing to part with. Some clothes, particularly your kid’s attire like your girl’s pajamas, carry many memories you probably still want to hold onto. So, instead of just lying in your wardrobe, how can you repurpose them?  Here’s a few ways that you can repurpose your little girl’s old pajamas.


Life your way

Nov 12, 2019

'Catastrophic' bushfires hit Sydney




“Take cover!” she shouted to her team. “We’re good, Gibbons. Tell them to drop the mud. We’re clear.”
Through the smoke, she watched the retardant plane swing over the ridge, heard the thunder 
of its gates opening to make the drop, and the roar as the thick pink rain streaked down from the sky.



Chasing Fire





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Fires burned out of control in Sydney's north ahead of a wind change on Tuesday night that could send infernos in a completely new direction, spelling disaster for at risk areas.





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“You don’t want to hear about mud.”
“You’re wrong,” she told him as they gathered up the tray,
 the glasses, the wine. “I’m interested.”
“It’s thick pink goo, and burns if it hits your skin.”
“Why pink? It’s kind of girlie.”
He grinned as she got out a skillet. “They add ferric oxide
to make it red, but it looks like pink rain when it’s coming down. 
The color marks the drop area.”



Chasing Fire

Aug 23, 2019

Brazil's Amazon rainforest is burning





Dobie pulled a smashed sandwich out of his bag, 
looked up at the towering columns of smoke and flame. 
“Biggest I’ve ever seen.”
“She’s a romper,” Rowan agreed, “but you know what they say 
about Alaska. 
Everything’s bigger. 
Fuel up. We’ve got a long way to go.”


Chasing Fire 





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Fires are raging at a record rate in Brazil's Amazon rainforest, and scientists warn that it could strike a devastating blow to the fight against climate change.

The fires are burning at the highest rate since the country's space research center, the National Institute for Space Research (known by the abbreviation INPE), began tracking them in 2013, the center said Tuesday.











Jul 17, 2019

School That Turns Firefighters Into Fire Detectives






“Regardless, we’ll pursue every avenue of the investigation. We can speculate, too, Mr. Curry,” DiCicco added. “But we have to work with facts, with data, with evidence. Two people are dead, and that’s priority. But those wildfires matter. I work for the Forest Service, too. Believe me, it all matters.” 


Chasing Fire




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When a wildfire stops burning, an important job begins: Figuring out how it started, and who should be held responsible.











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And while he performed these habitual acts, he scanned the scene. A man in his position needed to keep an open mind about fire. He would take an overview of the scene, the weather, note the wind direction, talk to the fire fighters. There would be all manner of routine and scientific tests to run.
But first, he would trust his eyes, and his nose.
The warehouse was most probably a loss, but it was no longer his job to save it. His job was to find the whys and the hows.
He exhaled smoke and studied the crowd.
He knew the night watchman had called in the alarm. The man would have to be interviewed. Ry looked over the faces, one by one.


Night Smoke







Dec 10, 2018

Women are aging alone more than ever






“I’m happy,” she told him. “I tend to be a happy person, and I learned 
how to be happy on my own. It was good for me, to have that time, 
to find out a little bit more about myself. What I could do, 
what I could do without.”


Chasing Fire






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Figuring how to make it work


There are challenges — and rewards — to going solo.








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She waited until she thought that Lulu had had time enough to get home from the bookstore but not enough to settle in too comfortably. 
After she’d waded through the lawn art, adjusted her eyes to the 
virulent colors that Lulu habitually selected to paint her house, 
and knocked on the back door, Ripley was pleased to see her timing was good. 
Lulu had changed out of her work clothes into a sweatshirt that read, 
“Coffee, Chocolate, Men . . . Some things are just better rich.” 
She had an unopened bottle of wine in her hand and was wearing ratty red slippers 
and the faintly irritated look of a woman who’d been interrupted.






Heaven and Earth






Nov 14, 2018

Forest Fires Make Their Own L-ish Weather






“Hey, Swede.” Gibbons, acting as fire boss, hailed her over the din. 
Ash blackened his face, and the smoke he’d hiked through 
reddened his eyes. “I’m taking you, Matt and Yangtree off the saw line. 
The head’s shifted on us. It’s moving up the ridge to the south and building. 
We got spots frigging everywhere. We need to turn her while we can.”
He pulled out his map to show her positions. “We got hotshots working here, 
and Janis, Trigger, two of the rooks, flanking it here. 
We’ve got another load coming in, and they’ll take
the saw line, chase down spots. We’ve got repellent on the way, 
should dump on the head in about ten, so make sure you’re clear.”
“Roger that.”
“Take them up. Watch your ass.”
She grabbed her gear, pulled in her teammates and began the 
half-mile climb through smoke and heat. In her mind she plotted 
escape routes, the distance and direction to the safe zone.


Chasing Fire 




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The most useful thing scientists can tell a fire crew in the field is what the fire's going to do. And that means understanding how the winds may shift—even when they come from the fire itself.







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She felt the change in the wind, just a flutter, and saw the fire grab its tail to ride. A cut to the
west now, still north of Trigger’s crew, she noted, but moving toward them.
She circled around, contacting him by radio.
“She’s shifting, curling back toward you.”
“We’ve got a Cat line here, a good, wide one. I don’t think she can jump it. Escape route due
south.”
“They’re bringing mud. I just called to tell them to dump a load west, down your flank. Stay
clear.”
“Roger that. Cards just got here with reinforcements. We’re going to hold this line, Swede.”
“After the mud drops, I’m going to get an air report. I want to take four from your team, same
from mine, get them up to the head. Squeeze it. But if she jumps the road, get gone.”


Chasing Fire





Jun 25, 2018

Beers of Summer







He moved to the bar, elbowed in and ordered a Bitter Root beer—in a bottle. 
Dobie squeezed beside him, punched him in the arm. “Why do you wanna drink that foreign shit?”
  “Brewed in Montana.” He passed the bottle to Dobie, ordered another.
  “Pretty good beer,” Dobie decided after a pull. “But it ain’t no Budweiser.”
  “You’re not wrong.” Amused, Gull tapped his bottle to Dobie’s, drank. 
“Beer. The answer to so many questions.”




Chasing Fire






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500 beers for those hot summer days ahead.








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He'd have killed for a beer. A big, frosty mug filled with some dark import that
would go down smoother than a woman's first kiss. A beer in some nice, dim, cool
bar, with a ball game on the tube and a few other stool-sitters who had an
interest in the game gathered around. 



Captive Star





Jan 23, 2018

boozing personality types







 He took her hand, held it as the wine was brought to the table, as the label was turned for his approval. He waited while a sample was poured into his glass, watching her in that steady, all-else-aside way she'd discovered he had. He lifted it, sipped, still looking at her.
 "It's perfect. You'll like it," he murmured to her while their glasses were being filled.
 "You're right," she told him after she sipped. "I like it very much."
 "Shall I tell you tonight's specials," their waiter began in a cheerful voice. 
While he recited, they sat, hands linked, eyes locked. 


Inner Harbor





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What type of drinker are YOU?





Are you a highly sociable shot clinker, or a clever pleasure-seeker who knows the value of taking your time over your favourite drink?





 DAILYMAIL


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“How ya doing, hotshot?”
“I’m good. How about you, Swede?”
In answer she tapped her third shot glass to his before they tossed back the contents together. She brought the lime wedge to her mouth. “Do you know what I love about tequila?”
“What do you love about tequila?”
“Everything.” 
After a wicked laugh, she drank the fourth with the same careless gusto as the first three. Together they slapped down the empties. 


Chasing Fire






Sep 28, 2017

Sex After 60

“I’ve wondered since you called if we’d take each other to bed tonight, then I had to do thirty minutes of yoga to stop being nervous.”
“Nervous? You?”
“I’m not a kid,” she reminded him as she drew him into her bedroom, where the light through the windows glowed soft. “Men your age often look at thirty-somethings, not fifty-somethings.
That’s twenty years of gravity against me.”
“What would I want with someone young enough to be my kid?”
When she laughed at that, he grinned. “Hell. It’d just make me feel old. I’m already worried I’ll mess this up. I’m out of practice, Ella.”
“I’m pretty rusty myself. I guess we’ll see if we tune up as we go. You could start by kissing me again. We both seemed to have that part down.”
He reached for her, and this time her arms went around his neck. He felt her rise up to her toes again as their lips met, as they parted for the slow, seductive slide of tongues.
He let himself stop thinking, stop worrying what if. Just act. His hands stroked down her back, over her hips, up her sides, then up again to pull the pins out of her hair.
It tumbled over his hands, slid through his fingers while she tipped back her head so his lips could find the line of her throat.
Nerves floated away on an indescribable mix of comfort and excitement. She shivered when he eased back to unbutton her shirt. As he did when she did the same for him.
She slipped out of her sandals; he toed off his shoes.
“So far . . .”
“So good,” he finished, and kissed her again.
And, oh, yes, she thought, he definitely had that part down.

Chasing Fire

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5 Things Nobody Tells You About Sex After 60


Here's what to know as you go into your golden years of lovemaking.





Jul 20, 2016

the stories behind 25 celeb tattoos





“By the way, I like the tat.”
“Good-luck charm,” she told him. “If I wear the dragon, the dragon doesn’t wear me. How
about yours?” She walked around to tap the letters scrolled over his left shoulder blade. “Teine,”
she said.
“It’s pronounced ‘teen,’ not ‘The-ine.’ Old Irish for fire. I guess if I wear the fire, it doesn’t
wear me.”


Chasing Fire 


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For some of these celebrities, the art on their bodies is more than just skin-deep.



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And he saw, with a surprised jolt of lust when she turned to switch off the light, to leave only the candles and fire burning, the little tattoo of spreading red wings at the small of her back.
"Half the thoughts in my head just evaporated."


Northern Lights

May 18, 2016

picnic



Shutting down again under the shade of bending palms and cypress, she took out Jackie's idea of a picnic.

 There was Pouilly-Fuisse in paper cups, and cracked crab to be dug out with plastic forks, 
and tiny Swiss meringues, white and glossy.


Loving Jack 



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THE PARISIAN PICNIC: IT’S AN ART FORM!


The Parisian Picnic is a Fine Art.
Not to be taken lightly,  it takes the right amount of preparation, 
thought and planning to Master the Perfect Picnic like the Parisians 
manage every time.







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He flipped open the lid of the hamper, took out the blanket folded on
top. She helped him spread it open, then sat on it cross-legged.
“What’s on the menu?”
He pulled out a bottle of champagne snugged in a cold sleeve. Surprised, touched, she laughed.
“That’s a hell of a start—and you just don’t miss a trick.”
“You said champagne picnic. For our entrée, we have the traditional fried chicken à la Marg.”
“Best there is.”
“I’m told you favor thighs. I’m a breast man myself.”
“I’ve never known a man who isn’t.” She began to unload. “Oh, yeah, her red potato and green
bean salad, and look at this cheese, the bread. We’ve got berries, deviled eggs. Fudge cake! Marg gave us damn near half of one of her fudge cakes.” She glanced up. “Maybe she’s in love with you.”
“I can only hope.” He popped the cork. “Hold out your glass.”
She reached for it, then caught the label on the bottle. “Dom Pérignon. Iron Man’s car and
James Bond’s champagne.”
“I have heroic taste. Hold out the glass, Rowan.” He filled it, then his own. “To wilderness
picnics.”
“All right.” She tapped, sipped. “Jesus, this is not cheap tequila at Get a Rope. I see why 007
goes for it.”



Chasing Fire

May 4, 2016

Women

He started to tell his kids to stand up, but he didn't have to bother. 
When Tereza Giambelli walked into a room, people got to their feet.
He'd forgotten she was so petite. They'd had two meetings in New York, face-to-face. Two long, involved meetings. And still he'd walked away from them with the image of a statuesque Amazon rather than the fine-boned, slim woman who walked toward him now. 
The hand she offered him was small and strong.


The Villa

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Women in Their 60s on the Secret to Living Your Best Life



In today's youth-obsessed world, just walking out the door, flicking on the TV, or checking your Instagram feed can be a veritable minefield for your self-esteem. Even when you know deep down that you're scrolling through someone's highlight reel, it still impacts you IRL.
Thankfully, a slew of insanely stylish and savvy femmes in their 60s are breaking the mold with authenticity, honesty, and a zero–face-lift policy. These women are proud of their unconventional looks, disregard trends for personal style, eschew gender conformity for feminism, and exercise their sharp wits, all while they perfect the art of aging gracefully. 


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The minute the door closed behind her, she did a high-stepping dance in the bold purple peek-toe pumps she’d bought that afternoon.
On a foolish giggle, she walked to the sink, studied her giddy face in the mirror. “Let the adventure begin,” she said, then took out her lipstick.
A few years before, she’d wondered, worried, all but assumed her life was essentially over. In a way, it had been, had needed to be to push her to start again.

So far, the new life of Ella Frazier brimmed with interesting possibilities. 


Chasing Fire

Jul 13, 2015

Ice Cream Choice

Rowan licked her strawberry swirl, enjoying the buzz of pedestrian and street traffic as
she strolled with Gull.
“That’s not really ice cream,” she told him.
“Maple walnut is not only really ice cream, it’s macho ice cream.”
“Maple’s for syrup. It’s like a condiment. It’s like mustard. Would you eat mustard ice cream?”
“I’m open to all flavors, even your girlie strawberry parfait.”

Chasing Fire


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There are those things we eat, make, read, and gush over that are just too good to keep to ourselves. Here, we resist the urge to use too many exclamation points and let you in on our latest crushes.
Today: You hear the ice cream truck rounding the corner and it's time to make a choice: Here's what your decision says about you.


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She caught herself, shook her head. “Here you are on what I’m sure is very rare and precious free
time, and I’m full of gloom.”
“You need ice cream,” Gull decided. “What flavor?”
“Oh, no, I—”
“Ice cream,” he repeated, “is guaranteed to cut the gloom. What would you like?”
“You might as well pick something,” Rowan told her. “He’ll just keep at you otherwise.”
“Mint chocolate chip. Thank you.”
“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Chasing Fire