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  • Introduction__Christopher_Columbus__Explorer_of_a_New_World.asf (2.2MB)
    This is a sample of movie that has been uploaded to Ecto and is then played in the Learning page for the members of the group.
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  • The weeks passed. We saw no sign either of a ship or of drifting remains to show that there were other people in the world. The whole sea was ours, and, with all the gates of the horizon open, real peace and freedom were wafted down from the firmament itself.

    It was as though the fresh salt tang in the air, and all the blue purity that surrounded us had washed and cleansed both body and soul. To us on the raft the great problems of civilized man appeared false and illusory--like perverted products of the human mind. Only the elements mattered. And the elements seemed to ignore the little raft. Or perhaps they accepted it as a natural object, which did not break the harmony of the sea but adapted itself to current and sea like bird and fish. Instead of being a fearsome enemy, flinging itself at us, the elements had become a reliable friend which steadily and surely helped us onward. While wind and waves pushed and propelled, the ocean current lay under us and pulled, straight toward our goal.

    Thor Heyerdahl, from Kon-Tiki

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  •  The Gulf Stream, 1899 Winslow Homer (Metropolitan Museum of Art)
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  • Currents

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  • By the fall of 1957, the coral ring of Canton Island, in the memory of man ever bleak and dry, was lush with the seedlings of countless tropical trees and vines.

    One is inclined to select the events of this isolated atoll as epitomizing the year, for even here, on the remote edges of the Pacific, vast concerted shifts in the oceans and atmosphere had wrought dramatic change.

    Elsewhere about the Pacific it also was common knowldge that the year had been one of extraordinary climatic events. Hawaii had its first recorded Typhoon; the seabird-killing El Niño visited the Peruvian coast; the ice went out of Point Barrow at the earliest time in history; and on the Pacific's western rim, the tropical rainy season lingered six weeks beyond its appointed term - Sette and Isaacs (1960).

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  • The Coming Storm - Winslow Homer (1901)
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  • El Niño

    The big weather news of 1998 was certainly El Niño. Every major storm that hit the coasts of North America that year was explained away with two words--El Niño

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  • None of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men know the colors of the sea. The horizon narrowed and widened, and dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks.

    Many a man ought to have a bath-tub larger than the boat which here rode upon the sea.These waves were most wrongfully and barbarously abrupt and tall, and each froth-top was a problem in small boat navigation...

    A seat in this boat was not unlike a seat upon a bucking bronco, and by the same token, a bronco is not much smaller. The craft pranced and reared, and plunged like an animal. As each wave came, and she rose for it, she seemed like a horse making a fence outrageously high. The manner of her scramble over these walls of water is a mystic thing, and, moreover, at the top of them were ordinarily these problems in white water, the foam racing down from the summit of each wave, requiring a new leap and a leap from the air. Then, after scornfully bumping a crest, she would slide and race, and splash down a long incline and arrive bobbing and nodding in front of the next menace.

    Stephen Crane from The Open Boat

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