This is a place for me to capture thoughts, ideas, snippets of this and bits of that, that don't seem to lend themselves to one of the more traditional item types.
When I read the word in the book, I got the basic meaning from context, but looked it up anyway. Concurrently, there was that nagging feeling that I'd just seen the word here on WDC, so a writing-time-killing search ensued. I kind of hope I remember / run across the site source, or that whole precognition thing that swept the Newsfeed a while back could present itself as an option...and that's just a bit spooky.
"Lahar is an Indonesian word describing a mudflow or debris flow that originates on the slopes of a volcano. Small debris flows are common in the Cascades, where they form during periods of heavy rainfall, rapid snow melt, and by shallow landsliding."
I'm with Robert Waltz. I don't have to learn anything else today .
Kare is probably correct. But if it was a newer post, it's possible someone was reading the same book, and decided to use their fancy new word.
Not gonna lie, I do it fairly regularly to reinforce how to use the word. This may shock some readers to their very core, but I do learn new words outside of the 'awesome swears they make up in Quebec' vocabulary.
Lahar... a word remembered from my college course in vulcanolgy. But I looked it up anyways: A pyroclastic flow is an avalanche-like cloud that is a mixture of air, hot ash, and pumice lapilli. A lahar is a very wet, ash-rich debris flow that moves in a relatively fast-moving slurry. If I remember right there were areas of the west side of Cartago in Costa Rica destroyed by lahars. Ash and tropical rains = problems.
As for here... no clue. I checked my two old blogs and elsewhere. Nothing.
You didn't 'think/see' Kalahari by any chance... it has lahar in it and comes up on searches.
The media prompt in today's Newsfeed--"What A Wonderful World"--reminded me, that the 44th anniversary of Louis Armstrong's death is a little less than a month away. As a young boy, I'd heard him sing this song, along with "Hello, Dolly!", and I remember thinking he had a unique voice. What captured my imagination, though, was his artistry with the trumpet. He inspired me to take up that instrument in 5th grade, an avocation I pursued through high school.
I certainly never would have been as good as Satchmo, but I enjoyed playing. One of the best parts of being in various school bands--concert band, marching band, etc.--was the variety of music to which I was exposed and which I had a chance to play. It was great! The absolute best part, though, was that I met my future wife in band my last year of high school. Think about it: no Louis, no impetus to take up the trumpet. No trumpet, no band. No band, the real possibility that I don't meet my wife. If that doesn't happen, then no daughters. If I have no daughters, then say "Goodbye!" to three wonderful grandsons and two beautiful granddaughters. From a not unreasonable point of view, Louis is partially responsible for the family I love and cherish.
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