Mt. St Helens Erupting due to feuding Greek gods On May 18th in the year 1980, Mount St. Helens erupted in Skamania County, Washington. The first significant volcanic eruption in the landlocked 48 states since 1915, it shocked the country. It killed 57 people directly through it’s eruption, and damaged hundreds of square miles- turning it into a wasteland. Animals were killed, and a serene mountain was left with a crater in it’s side. It was preempted by two months of earthquakes and steam episodes before it burst, but very little know of the true cause of it’s mighty eruption. Two months of feuds. Of bickers. Two months of Hephaestus, god of fire and forge, feuding with Apollo as they worked to come to a consensus on a project that would benefit mankind. Hephaestus prided himself on being a patient god, but as the annoyance blared in his ears, his irritation rose. At first he could disperse it with steam, pacing, and rants. Yet the longer he was locked down their in the forge be
Write Something that Happened to you with the hurricane Monotony. The only way to describe the feeling of drifting brought through a week of feeble inability. Displacement from the routine, the work, the current that is so very Ringling. Thesis? Unworkable. Art? Not doable. Writing? Implausible. A mind-numbing schedule forms, waking up in the late morning to the sound of shifting air and distant footsteps. Lazing through what becomes morning, waking friends for what becomes an evening of staring at a salvaged tv and desperately seeking to distract one another from the itch. The itch of productivity. We should be working, it’s there, hanging above us. Yet, each time one moves to do so obstacle after brutal obstacle make the work pace stagnant and stale. So we sit. Stare. Hope that were can pass the time long enough to avoid the madness we felt building at our position. You would never think a hurricane had displaced us, it felt distant and faded. We were distant. Were we going to ha