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Last week harried U.S. Geological Survey workers noticed a quirky change in the volcano's gaseous emissions. Abruptly, the 5-to-1 ratio of carbon dioxide to sulfur dioxide dropped sharply to 2.4 to 1. Similar drops preceded at least two of the post-May 18 eruptions. That raised immediate concern that the volcano was about to blow again. But the ratio is no certain predictor. Says Geologist Bob Noble: "We don't have anything that's 100% accurate...
DIED. Willard Frank Libby, 71, nuclear pioneer whose "atomic clock" for dating ancient objects won him the Nobel Prize in Chemistry in 1960; of a blood clot in the lung; in Los Angeles. A participant in the World War II Manhattan Project, Libby helped develop the gaseous-diffusion method of separating uranium isotopes. In the mid-'40s, he discovered that a radioactive isotope of carbon was a tiny but measurable part of all living matter and, decaying at a predictable rate, could be used to assign an age to dead organic archaeological and geological remains. An advocate of nuclear...
...running and the twin refrain: "Get up, get out, get into something new" and "Ooooooh, and it's got me moving." In short, it's the Stones' finest statement yet of urban rootlessness and mutability, a world where nothing counts unless it's brand new and fast-moving, a gaseous world, a great nebula, where nothing is complete or permanent except New York's concrete garbage cans, where even "Dance" is only "Part...
...running and the twin refrain: "Get up, get out, get into something new" and "Ooooooh, and it's got me moving." In short, it's the Stones' finest statement yet of urban rootlessness and mutability, a world where nothing counts unless it's brand new and fast-moving, a gaseous world, a great nebula, where nothing is complete or permanent except New York's concrete garbage cans, where even "Dance" is only "Part...
...running and the twin refrain: "Get up, get out, get into something new" and "Ooooooh, and it's got me moving." In short, it's the Stones' finest statement yet of urban rootlessness and mutability, a world where nothing counts unless it's brand new and fast-moving, a gaseous world, a great nebula, where nothing is complete or permanent except New York's concrete garbage cans, where even "Dance" is only "Part...