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Urban Legends...
- Thread starter chrissyd
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What is an Urban Legend ?
"An urban legend:
appears mysteriously and spreads spontaneously in varying forms
contains elements of humor or horror (the horror often "punishes" someone who flouts society's conventions).
makes good storytelling.
does NOT have to be false, although most are. ULs often have a basis in fact, but it's their life after-the-fact (particularly in reference to the second and third points) that gives them particular interest."
"An urban legend:
appears mysteriously and spreads spontaneously in varying forms
contains elements of humor or horror (the horror often "punishes" someone who flouts society's conventions).
makes good storytelling.
does NOT have to be false, although most are. ULs often have a basis in fact, but it's their life after-the-fact (particularly in reference to the second and third points) that gives them particular interest."
The Baby
"The stories about drugs in Miami are also larger than life. So many are true that even the myth of the dead baby has become accepted as modern Miami-American folklore.
"Let's get this straight right here and now: There is no cocaine-stuffed dead baby, at least at this writing.
"The dead baby resurfaces frequently, reported as fact in otherwise responsible and prestigious -- and some not so responsible and prestigious -- publications. It has appeared on the front page of _The Washington Post_, in _Life_ magazine, and in the _National Enquirer_. The story, with minor variations, is that an alert customs official, or airlines employee on a Colombia-Miami flight noticed that a baby in the arms of a woman passenger did not look well. Closer scrutiny revealed that the baby was dead and its body stuffed with high-grade cocaine in an attempt to smuggle the drug into this country.
"The dead baby is reported at least once a year. Each time, I am one of the many reporters assigned to check it out. It is fiction. It did not happen. I have laid the dead baby to rest so often that I can now see its poor little pasty face in my mind's eye."
Chicken cannon
Just to throw a little relevancy into the frozen chicken thread, allow me to summerize my own personal experience in this field. My background: 32 years experience at NASA's Lewis Research Center in sunny Cleveland, Ohio.
Before my current foray in the microgravity field, I worked for many a year in our supersonic wind tunnels. During the early 1970s we had a project to test a "particle rejection system" for aircraft engine inlets. Translation: let the air in, keep the birds out! Actually, this test was a series of wires, or blades in the inlet which was supposed to reduce the birds to manageable size as I recall.
We set up a mock inlet in the 8x6 transonic wind tunnel and painted grids on the far wall for our high-speed 16mm cameras to track the hapless creatures.
Since we had high speed air flow, we didn't need a cannon. We designed and built a trapdoor system connected to the ceiling of the test chamber in the wind tunnel. Three birds could be stacked in a holding chute, with a separate trap door for each bird. On command, the trap door opened and the bird shot into the airstream, with a trajectory calculated to make it hit the engine.
I don't know who ordered the birds, but we got them from the Red Cross, believe it or not. There were different varieties of birds available, we got something like assortment A or B (the Red Cross' own terms, I have NO idea what they used birds for). They were pigeons and smaller birds like black birds or starlings. The birds arrived Fedex in styrofoam coolers on the days we needed them. We thawed them out, loaded the trapdoors and ran the tests.
Many problems. First, it was real hard to get the birds to hit the engine inlet, so most of them missed, only to impact the far end of the wind tunnel a short time later. The 8x6 wind tunnel is configured in a large rectangle about 100 yards long, with turning vanes at the corners. The birds didn't turn. You can imagine the mess. Well, no you can't.
Harold, our chief engineer, hasn't happy. The thawed birds were no good, he said. Too stiff. We needed fresh, and we needed them big. We bought ducks. We picked them up from a local farmer on the day of a test. To be humane, we snuffed them by putting their heads in a CO2 extinguisher and gassing them. Your definition of humane may vary. (To tell the truth, Harold, a farmer himself, just wanted to drop them live. To Hell with humanity, we were designing engines!)
Anyway, the freshly snuffed ducks brought a new problem. Upon hitting the airstream at 500 mph, they exploded! To be exact, all the feathers were plucked in a millisecond, resulting in a large cloud of feathers entering the engine. With their aerodynamics somewhat rearranged, the ducks usually hit the wall in the test section. Nice film coverage.
On one memorable day, we forgot to order ducks from the farmer. In a panic, the junior engineer went to the farm to pick some up. He got back an hour later an absolute mess. The farmer wasn't home and he had to chase down the ducks by himself. He managed to catch one or two, which he threw in the trunk of his car. It was a hot summer day. By run time (we ran on midnite shift to utilize cheap power) the ducks were dead in his trunk and as stiff as rocks. We dropped them anyway, after much folding and stuffing to get them in the chutes. Shortly thereafter, the program was cancelled.
"The stories about drugs in Miami are also larger than life. So many are true that even the myth of the dead baby has become accepted as modern Miami-American folklore.
"Let's get this straight right here and now: There is no cocaine-stuffed dead baby, at least at this writing.
"The dead baby resurfaces frequently, reported as fact in otherwise responsible and prestigious -- and some not so responsible and prestigious -- publications. It has appeared on the front page of _The Washington Post_, in _Life_ magazine, and in the _National Enquirer_. The story, with minor variations, is that an alert customs official, or airlines employee on a Colombia-Miami flight noticed that a baby in the arms of a woman passenger did not look well. Closer scrutiny revealed that the baby was dead and its body stuffed with high-grade cocaine in an attempt to smuggle the drug into this country.
"The dead baby is reported at least once a year. Each time, I am one of the many reporters assigned to check it out. It is fiction. It did not happen. I have laid the dead baby to rest so often that I can now see its poor little pasty face in my mind's eye."
Chicken cannon
Just to throw a little relevancy into the frozen chicken thread, allow me to summerize my own personal experience in this field. My background: 32 years experience at NASA's Lewis Research Center in sunny Cleveland, Ohio.
Before my current foray in the microgravity field, I worked for many a year in our supersonic wind tunnels. During the early 1970s we had a project to test a "particle rejection system" for aircraft engine inlets. Translation: let the air in, keep the birds out! Actually, this test was a series of wires, or blades in the inlet which was supposed to reduce the birds to manageable size as I recall.
We set up a mock inlet in the 8x6 transonic wind tunnel and painted grids on the far wall for our high-speed 16mm cameras to track the hapless creatures.
Since we had high speed air flow, we didn't need a cannon. We designed and built a trapdoor system connected to the ceiling of the test chamber in the wind tunnel. Three birds could be stacked in a holding chute, with a separate trap door for each bird. On command, the trap door opened and the bird shot into the airstream, with a trajectory calculated to make it hit the engine.
I don't know who ordered the birds, but we got them from the Red Cross, believe it or not. There were different varieties of birds available, we got something like assortment A or B (the Red Cross' own terms, I have NO idea what they used birds for). They were pigeons and smaller birds like black birds or starlings. The birds arrived Fedex in styrofoam coolers on the days we needed them. We thawed them out, loaded the trapdoors and ran the tests.
Many problems. First, it was real hard to get the birds to hit the engine inlet, so most of them missed, only to impact the far end of the wind tunnel a short time later. The 8x6 wind tunnel is configured in a large rectangle about 100 yards long, with turning vanes at the corners. The birds didn't turn. You can imagine the mess. Well, no you can't.
Harold, our chief engineer, hasn't happy. The thawed birds were no good, he said. Too stiff. We needed fresh, and we needed them big. We bought ducks. We picked them up from a local farmer on the day of a test. To be humane, we snuffed them by putting their heads in a CO2 extinguisher and gassing them. Your definition of humane may vary. (To tell the truth, Harold, a farmer himself, just wanted to drop them live. To Hell with humanity, we were designing engines!)
Anyway, the freshly snuffed ducks brought a new problem. Upon hitting the airstream at 500 mph, they exploded! To be exact, all the feathers were plucked in a millisecond, resulting in a large cloud of feathers entering the engine. With their aerodynamics somewhat rearranged, the ducks usually hit the wall in the test section. Nice film coverage.
On one memorable day, we forgot to order ducks from the farmer. In a panic, the junior engineer went to the farm to pick some up. He got back an hour later an absolute mess. The farmer wasn't home and he had to chase down the ducks by himself. He managed to catch one or two, which he threw in the trunk of his car. It was a hot summer day. By run time (we ran on midnite shift to utilize cheap power) the ducks were dead in his trunk and as stiff as rocks. We dropped them anyway, after much folding and stuffing to get them in the chutes. Shortly thereafter, the program was cancelled.
The Baby
"The stories about drugs in Miami are also larger than life. So many are true that even the myth of the dead baby has become accepted as modern Miami-American folklore.
"Let's get this straight right here and now: There is no cocaine-stuffed dead baby, at least at this writing.
"The dead baby resurfaces frequently, reported as fact in otherwise responsible and prestigious -- and some not so responsible and prestigious -- publications. It has appeared on the front page of _The Washington Post_, in _Life_ magazine, and in the _National Enquirer_. The story, with minor variations, is that an alert customs official, or airlines employee on a Colombia-Miami flight noticed that a baby in the arms of a woman passenger did not look well. Closer scrutiny revealed that the baby was dead and its body stuffed with high-grade cocaine in an attempt to smuggle the drug into this country.
"The dead baby is reported at least once a year. Each time, I am one of the many reporters assigned to check it out. It is fiction. It did not happen. I have laid the dead baby to rest so often that I can now see its poor little pasty face in my mind's eye."
Chicken cannon
Just to throw a little relevancy into the frozen chicken thread, allow me to summerize my own personal experience in this field. My background: 32 years experience at NASA's Lewis Research Center in sunny Cleveland, Ohio.
Before my current foray in the microgravity field, I worked for many a year in our supersonic wind tunnels. During the early 1970s we had a project to test a "particle rejection system" for aircraft engine inlets. Translation: let the air in, keep the birds out! Actually, this test was a series of wires, or blades in the inlet which was supposed to reduce the birds to manageable size as I recall.
We set up a mock inlet in the 8x6 transonic wind tunnel and painted grids on the far wall for our high-speed 16mm cameras to track the hapless creatures.
Since we had high speed air flow, we didn't need a cannon. We designed and built a trapdoor system connected to the ceiling of the test chamber in the wind tunnel. Three birds could be stacked in a holding chute, with a separate trap door for each bird. On command, the trap door opened and the bird shot into the airstream, with a trajectory calculated to make it hit the engine.
I don't know who ordered the birds, but we got them from the Red Cross, believe it or not. There were different varieties of birds available, we got something like assortment A or B (the Red Cross' own terms, I have NO idea what they used birds for). They were pigeons and smaller birds like black birds or starlings. The birds arrived Fedex in styrofoam coolers on the days we needed them. We thawed them out, loaded the trapdoors and ran the tests.
Many problems. First, it was real hard to get the birds to hit the engine inlet, so most of them missed, only to impact the far end of the wind tunnel a short time later. The 8x6 wind tunnel is configured in a large rectangle about 100 yards long, with turning vanes at the corners. The birds didn't turn. You can imagine the mess. Well, no you can't.
Harold, our chief engineer, hasn't happy. The thawed birds were no good, he said. Too stiff. We needed fresh, and we needed them big. We bought ducks. We picked them up from a local farmer on the day of a test. To be humane, we snuffed them by putting their heads in a CO2 extinguisher and gassing them. Your definition of humane may vary. (To tell the truth, Harold, a farmer himself, just wanted to drop them live. To Hell with humanity, we were designing engines!)
Anyway, the freshly snuffed ducks brought a new problem. Upon hitting the airstream at 500 mph, they exploded! To be exact, all the feathers were plucked in a millisecond, resulting in a large cloud of feathers entering the engine. With their aerodynamics somewhat rearranged, the ducks usually hit the wall in the test section. Nice film coverage.
On one memorable day, we forgot to order ducks from the farmer. In a panic, the junior engineer went to the farm to pick some up. He got back an hour later an absolute mess. The farmer wasn't home and he had to chase down the ducks by himself. He managed to catch one or two, which he threw in the trunk of his car. It was a hot summer day. By run time (we ran on midnite shift to utilize cheap power) the ducks were dead in his trunk and as stiff as rocks. We dropped them anyway, after much folding and stuffing to get them in the chutes. Shortly thereafter, the program was cancelled.
"The stories about drugs in Miami are also larger than life. So many are true that even the myth of the dead baby has become accepted as modern Miami-American folklore.
"Let's get this straight right here and now: There is no cocaine-stuffed dead baby, at least at this writing.
"The dead baby resurfaces frequently, reported as fact in otherwise responsible and prestigious -- and some not so responsible and prestigious -- publications. It has appeared on the front page of _The Washington Post_, in _Life_ magazine, and in the _National Enquirer_. The story, with minor variations, is that an alert customs official, or airlines employee on a Colombia-Miami flight noticed that a baby in the arms of a woman passenger did not look well. Closer scrutiny revealed that the baby was dead and its body stuffed with high-grade cocaine in an attempt to smuggle the drug into this country.
"The dead baby is reported at least once a year. Each time, I am one of the many reporters assigned to check it out. It is fiction. It did not happen. I have laid the dead baby to rest so often that I can now see its poor little pasty face in my mind's eye."
Chicken cannon
Just to throw a little relevancy into the frozen chicken thread, allow me to summerize my own personal experience in this field. My background: 32 years experience at NASA's Lewis Research Center in sunny Cleveland, Ohio.
Before my current foray in the microgravity field, I worked for many a year in our supersonic wind tunnels. During the early 1970s we had a project to test a "particle rejection system" for aircraft engine inlets. Translation: let the air in, keep the birds out! Actually, this test was a series of wires, or blades in the inlet which was supposed to reduce the birds to manageable size as I recall.
We set up a mock inlet in the 8x6 transonic wind tunnel and painted grids on the far wall for our high-speed 16mm cameras to track the hapless creatures.
Since we had high speed air flow, we didn't need a cannon. We designed and built a trapdoor system connected to the ceiling of the test chamber in the wind tunnel. Three birds could be stacked in a holding chute, with a separate trap door for each bird. On command, the trap door opened and the bird shot into the airstream, with a trajectory calculated to make it hit the engine.
I don't know who ordered the birds, but we got them from the Red Cross, believe it or not. There were different varieties of birds available, we got something like assortment A or B (the Red Cross' own terms, I have NO idea what they used birds for). They were pigeons and smaller birds like black birds or starlings. The birds arrived Fedex in styrofoam coolers on the days we needed them. We thawed them out, loaded the trapdoors and ran the tests.
Many problems. First, it was real hard to get the birds to hit the engine inlet, so most of them missed, only to impact the far end of the wind tunnel a short time later. The 8x6 wind tunnel is configured in a large rectangle about 100 yards long, with turning vanes at the corners. The birds didn't turn. You can imagine the mess. Well, no you can't.
Harold, our chief engineer, hasn't happy. The thawed birds were no good, he said. Too stiff. We needed fresh, and we needed them big. We bought ducks. We picked them up from a local farmer on the day of a test. To be humane, we snuffed them by putting their heads in a CO2 extinguisher and gassing them. Your definition of humane may vary. (To tell the truth, Harold, a farmer himself, just wanted to drop them live. To Hell with humanity, we were designing engines!)
Anyway, the freshly snuffed ducks brought a new problem. Upon hitting the airstream at 500 mph, they exploded! To be exact, all the feathers were plucked in a millisecond, resulting in a large cloud of feathers entering the engine. With their aerodynamics somewhat rearranged, the ducks usually hit the wall in the test section. Nice film coverage.
On one memorable day, we forgot to order ducks from the farmer. In a panic, the junior engineer went to the farm to pick some up. He got back an hour later an absolute mess. The farmer wasn't home and he had to chase down the ducks by himself. He managed to catch one or two, which he threw in the trunk of his car. It was a hot summer day. By run time (we ran on midnite shift to utilize cheap power) the ducks were dead in his trunk and as stiff as rocks. We dropped them anyway, after much folding and stuffing to get them in the chutes. Shortly thereafter, the program was cancelled.
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IceBlu
Guest
theres a show called Mythbusters here in the US on Discovery Channel.
These 2 guys simulate many modern day myths and prove them to be true or false.
These 2 guys simulate many modern day myths and prove them to be true or false.
Giggs Rox !!
Youth Team
Originally posted by Hakeem
oh yeah. I saw that show. pretty good.
now I remember what was the episode I watched:
The myth says that if you walk when it rains, instead of running, you'll get LESS wet.
they tested this and the result was no. if you walk you'll get more wet.
simple, but is a busted myth now