Looking through the eyes of a dead man

The Volcanocam site at MSH has just added movies of the past week’s eruptive behavior. Additionally, last week, NASA flew an infrared photography mission over the mountain, just prior to the eruptions.

The lava dome has been growing at a frantic rate – 250 feet in the last week – and the weather’s cleared, revealing that the mountain is now snow-capped, and awfully picturesque, what with the curl of steam shining in the Sunday morning sun.

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Ken and I were discussing the apparent volcano frenzy at the open visitor’s center the other day. I’ve also been keeping my parents up-to-date, as understandably enough the volcano is perceived as a local story. Therefore, it does not get the full-court-press coverage we see in the Northwest.

Both facts are totally understandable. Vulcanologists and seismologists have widely quoted in the press as expecting any event to be smaller than the 1980 eruption. Especially in the early coverage, experts emphasized that any eruption would probably only have a localized effect on the area of the mountain. People have interpreted the authorities’ decision to keep the Coldwater Ridge center open as a seal of approval and assured safety.

Of course, recent statements have been more guarded, such as this: “Still, scientists cautioned that the mountain remained restless. ‘Escalation of unrest could occur suddenly and perhaps lead to an eruption with very little warning,’ a statement from the Mount St. Helens Joint Information Center said Thursday.” But what’s the lead in this story?

“Helens’ crater has risen 50 to 100 feet since Tuesday while earthquake activity remained low, signs that magma is moving upward without much resistance, scientists said Thursday. Despite the swelling, scientists said there was no reason to raise the alert level around the 8,364-foot volcano in southwest Washington.”

So, despite the scientific personnel cautioning against the literal truth and accuracy of their predictions, the news coverage reflects – inaccurately – a perception of safety, encouraging the visitiors.

The P-I ran a series of stories the other day recounting survivors’ tales of the 1980 blast. Unsurprisingly, none of these folks are especially eager to see the mountain blow again. 81-year-old Leslie Davis survived with her husband in a pickup truck whose grill “melted.” Her daughter has some thoughts on the visitors now flocking to the mountain:

“I think of these idiots up there right now,” said Church, 55, shaking her head. “There are quicker ways to commit suicide. They’re going up there for picnics because they’ve never been in that situation before. I mean, if they had been here in 1980, they wouldn’t be within 3,000 miles of it.”

Here’s a map. The Coldwater Ridge visitor’s center is the red circle labeled “CRVC.” The brown area with the radiating lines is the 1980 blast zone, the area in which most people died as the eruption‘s shock wave passed over them, traveling over 100 miles an hour. Here’s some more on the 1980 eruption. In 1980, it took the eruption’s blast less than five mintues to envelop the location where hundreds picnic today.

In 1980, the people working on the mountain did not expect such a large eruption either, and while they knew one was coming, they had no way to predict when. Today, we can watch seismic activity on the mountain, and observe the curling steam in the bright morning sun, from the comfort of our living rooms and offices. But predicting eruptions is not a cold science.

So, let’s review. Large numbers of people are traveling to a location near the geographic center of a massive prior eruption’s blast zone. Scientists caution that while they don’t expect an eruption on the scale of the previous one, they are by no means certain, and their interpretation can change at any time. The mountain is growing rapidly. The shape of the crater from the previous eruption would direct a large blast directly at the visitors.

I believe over the next week or so we may see some evidence of professional volcano watchers speaking out about the predictable distortions the inverted pyramid form forces onto coverage of their pronouncements. It’s unlikely that the coverage will change, however, as the rules of news insist that positive statements and hard quotes trump caveats and cautions. In this case, it’s a basic conflict between the rules of scientific presentation and news presentation.

The crater carved by the earlier eruption faces both the Coldwater Ridge visitors center and the closer, evacuated Johnston Ridge center (the location of the Volcanocam). David Johnston gave his life – and his name – on the mountain in one of most dramatic deaths in the 1980 blast. As the blast wave rolled toward him, the young man’s final radio transmission was recorded, seconds before he was swept into history: “Vancouver, Vancouver, this is it!”

The Johnston Ridge location was renamed for him to memorialize his death in that location. (Confusingly, it had previously been known as Coldwater Ridge). When we look at the ubiquitous Volcanocam image, we’re seeing the mountain from his vantage point. In a sense, the web is looking through the eyes of a dead man.

A family picture

A day or two ago, I received this note in the comments to The Wreck of The Shenandoah.

Thank you very much for this very informative site. I have a picture taken of the Wreck of the Shenandoah. The back of the picture says Ava, Ohio, the wreck of The Shenandoah. Sept. 3rd 1925. I believe the photo was taken by my late husband’s grandfather, Ray C. Shear of Lore City, Oh. It very much resembles one of the images on the sheet music, the one on the top right. I would be glad to scan the photo and send it by jpeg to anyone interested.

Thank you,

Karen Shear,

Wooster, OH


I corresponded with Ms. Shear, and she sent the pic along. She inherited the shot from her husband, but sadly has no further details. Click, as ever, to enlarge.

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Der Raabe, II

B^2 follows up the unholy fascination with Max Raabe. Five tracks, kids, including “Let’s Talk About Sex,” and “Oops… I Did It Again,” all performed in Rabe’s inimitable eye-rolling nineteen twenties crooner style. It makes me feel… dirty, in a good way.

*snaps fingers*

Waiter! Schnapps, and a side of bunderflesich!

The Seated Battle

Personae dramatis



BOB, a meathead sports announcer out of central casting

GOLDIE, a person of ethnicity with a background in sports bookmaking

Setting: The television coverage of a second-rank mid-size purse wrestling match, with a title at stake, sometime in the nineteen-seventies.

BOB: Goldie, who’s your pick here tonite at the big Veep Smackdown? We’ve seen that “Big Dick” can wield some pretty menacing vocabulary over the past four years. But he’s thought to have developed a short fuse – and don’t forget that ticker!

GOLDIE: Well, Bob, I heard that the Dick line of thought has been, “If I’m sitting, I might look less frightening and more grandfatherly.”

BOB: “Big Dick”’s challenger, “The Kid,” is a huge favorite with the ladies!

And before he stepped in to the ring, he had an unbroken string of victories

against some real heavyweights!

(Shuffles papers, taps pen)

Goldie, you’re the man we turn to here on Political Wrestling when it comes to matters of the book. You can let us in, buddy – what are the oddsmakers saying in Vegas?

GOLDIE: Well, Bob, the conventional wisdom says that Edwards should just keep trying to scare Cheney. We’re all hoping to hear him be, like, “Well, my esteemed opponent has many years of serv–*BOO!!!*”

BOB (starts, nearly falls out of chair): OHMigod.

(Grasps chest) Oh, I see, the Angina Gambit!

GOLDIE (Rolls eyes, looks skeptical): Yeah.

BOB: What can you tell us about “Big Dick”’s weigh-in stats, Goldie? Did you get a chance to take a look in the locker room and eyeball the guy in his towel?

GOLDIE: He should lay off the fried foods.

BOB: Better him than me!

(Both sportscasters share a manly chuckle)

GOLDIE (clearly directed at BOB): *BOO!*

BOB: AUUGH! Will you stop it! What, are you trying to kill me?

(Grasps GOLDIE by the collar, hisses sotto voce): Lissen, ya yutz, if you do me in, you can’t collect, see?

BOB (using normal, hearty voice): Was he looking fit and ready for battle, or peak-ed and doughy? Was he smoking fat cigars?

(“Big Dick” steps into the ring, unexpectedly)

GOLDIE: He’s clutching his chest, Bob!

BOB (Standing up, chair clatters off camera): Oh my god!

GOLDIE: He was banging cocktail waitresses two at a time! Look at the size of that man! And Edwards comes out wearing only a towel and a smile!

BOB: What’s his wind like, these days? Can he go the distance? Edwards is looking pretty polished there, Goldie. He defintely has his moves down! LOOK AT THAT SMILE!!!

GOLDIE: He’s smiling like a man possessed!

GOLDIE: There are definitely Two Americas in this room tonight, Bob.

BOB: “Big Dick” doesn’t seem very impressed, Goldie. He seems sort of… snarly. Still, he’s taking his time. OH! Edwards has “Big Dick” in in a Halliburton lock! Look at those bulging subpoenas! Oh, what a move!

GOLDIE: Oh, who wouldn’t want some Johnnie Walker Black faced with paperwork like that!

BOB: OH! Big Dick used the National Security Reversal – And he’s got his hands firmly locked over Edward’s most formidable weapon, his gleaming teeth!

The part of BOB was played by Mike Whybark. The part of GOLDIE was played (unwittingly, to an extent) by Ken Goldstein.