Looking through my collection of papers, I noticed something today: nearly everything I do at work starts with "C"
Carbon-nitrogen Cycle modeling
Crop growth modeling
Climate generation
Coding
Climate modeling
... the only outlier is the letter B for Biofuels.
I've always liked the song Beds Are Burning by the Australian rock band Midnight Oil. The Oils have a unique sound that caught me early on, listening to Chicago's WXRT radio that my dad has running whenever there's a stereo with power.
Right, then. Let's start with the original.
Now, in 2004, a europop group covered it:
This is a nice cover from an English South African band- the song is very apropos.
A "French Hardcore Band" called Black Bomb A also did a cover. I think they pull it together nicely by the end of the start, but at the very beginning, if they're wrong, I most certainly want to be right.
Antiflag does a sweet acoustic version at an Aussie radio station; skip ahead to 1:30 if you don't want to hear radio banter beforehand:
And from later in the day, the event that Antiflag was talking about:
I think that's quite enough, don't you?
...everything breaks down.
Last week involved a lot of things that involved a lot of brainpower on my part. I had to do a tricky interpolation of a dataset, get a multi-directory, F77/F90 source dependency generator working, re-factor a bunch of F77 I/O into some F90 that I can then wrench around to do as I require, and some analysis on some data to send to a model comparison.
It was all going swimmingly until things started breaking late Thursday. Then come Friday, everything that could have gone wrong over the whole week did. And that's why I'm sitting here in the office on Saturday, plodding in a new sentence or whatnot with each short re-analysis until I get things done. There are things I missed in my work on Monday that led me here- silly errors that still resulted in things coming out to the right pattern and the right order of magnitude, but threw model results for a tizzy. I suppose that's why I'm not too grumbly about things, but damnit, I was supposed to take down my Christmas tree this weekend! It's been up so long the cat's lost interest in it!