Author Archives: Ed Medley
Browsing through the March pages in my 1986 diary, I found a tasty entry. I had just finished a horrible job at Bandar-e-Taheri, on the Persian Gulf, in Iran. I was there to supervise drilling exploration for a proposed oil … Continue reading
blue me, wandering beside blue canal – I laugh at a hawsered laundry of bicycles: bicycles everywhere; stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums yet these two, almost kissing a chaste synapse separating blue and red: red lights, not chaste, yet separated … Continue reading
“4-6-2!”.”4-4-4!” “Little sod! Bugger off!”. These expressions still chuff in my ears 50 or so years after I first heard them, as a trainspotter.
Wallace, in the Silver Valley, in the Coeur d’Alene district of the Idaho Panhandle used to be a very special place for me. Come to think of it, anywhere that blends heart and panhandle and silver should be special and … Continue reading
in winter’s wet lee beauty piques as maiden’s glee: – surprise! birthday cake On a stormy, wet winter Saturday – two days before Spring starts – we went to an Ikebana Show in San Francisco. I got lost … Continue reading
This post title includes the Fortran Boolean logical operation .NE. , computer programming parlance that I used to be more familiar with than I am now. It means ” Engineering Geologists Not Equal to Geological Engineers. The title and this piece are prompted by an interesting recent thread … Continue reading
In the late summer of 1972 I started a job prospecting in the rain at Meares Island, British Columbia.