Mulvey here- that’s me on the porch of my friend Alice’s house in Fairbanks.  Monday night it got down to 36 below, just the beginning of where cold takes on a persona... a faintly crazed, slightly drunk, and thoroughly menacing persona.  We confirmed something I’d heard: boiling water tossed into the air makes a whirring sound as half of it vaporizes and half falls to Earth as ice.  We tried to get pictures but it was night.  So we repeated it in the morning- it was only 29 below, but the effect was almost as freakish.  Damo caught it with the sun on it, and with the sun through it.  Nice shootin’, Tex.

 

Also, I got him pretty good in the night experiments: tossed two cups, then said to him, “You wait here” and went in and stood by the heater, drinking whiskey, talking to Al, watching the kettle.  It was probably two minutes before he realized that there was no earthly need for him to “wait here”.  

 

Yes.