by: John M. Hill
OK, we've got better poetry now.
Some melting haiku by Dan Watson:
The control room is calm, although I've just bitten off the head of a red
squirrel. No, this isn't a pagan sacrifice ritual. My mom made some of
her delicious molasses cookies, and in honor of the occasion she
cut them out in the shape of squirrels.
Pretty much the whole gang is here for the event.
We are running on a mean of about 3 hours sleep, but the adrenaline and
a little caffeine keep us going. Roger and I have been working toward this
for 16 years.
The furnace has been at the maximum temperature of 1180 °C for
an hour now. The interior of the mold is still heating up at 1145 °C.
Rotation continues without interuption. The glass has all settled down
into the honeycomb mold. The video cameras are still alive, although they
are showing the effects of the heat.
