It also has quite an irregular shape - so it will resonate at many frequencies. Getting back to our seashell, the inside is hard with an almost-glazed finish - so it's an excellent reflector of sound (it's a resonator). You and I might call it a "bottle" - but a physical acoustician would call it a "resonant cavity". When you blow air strongly through your pursed lips over the mouth of an empty bottle, you will hear a musical note. The first part of the explanation is that the shell acts like a 'resonator'. You'll find that the loudness of the 'sound of the sea' is still the same. Press your ear to a shell and listen, then run around on the beach for a few minutes to increase the blood flow all through your body, and again listen to your magic shell. It's easy to disprove this theory with a simple experiment. This explanation might be based on the fact that you can sometimes hear the pulsing of blood as you lay your head onto a soft pillow. One popular (but wrong) explanation is that you are listening to your own blood coursing through you. The answer is that you are hearing the local noises already around you, but altered by the shell - thanks to some clever physics. So what are you actually hearing in the shell? The ocean can't possibly be inside the shell, so the sounds of the ocean coming from the pink walls of a seashell seem like magic. It also gives grown-ups a feeling of benevolent omnipotence to pass the shell to kids, and to see the amazement on their faces. It's a lovely experience to walk on the beach, and it can be made even lovelier by finding a large empty seashell and putting it to your ear, and hearing the sounds of the ocean. Audio: Why do you 'hear the ocean' in a seashell? (Science Online Audio).A field of magnetic souls guarding the ocean. I saw the shoreline crowded with transparent forms. And just before I went under, I turned back to the beach. We held our hands as the molten metal reached up our bodies to our necks. “Take off your souls and leave them on the beach.” And so we performed this task with quick dignity, and soon we were naked. Heard a voice cry out over the molten metal ocean. Then it became clear we were running out of time.
Sounds like ocean waves in my ear skin#
We started rubbing our skin and hopping about. Someone said, “We made it.” And I said, “This is it.” The heat of the waves and the heat of the light piercing the sky made us itchy. We moved to the waves of molten metal lapping the shore. Possible the magnet pulled us, but we refused to believe it was waiting in the water an octopus when for so long it had b een the city on the hill behind us. Long set, high energy Anway, that’s the beat end of it. We had this eager energy hard to disobey.īy the time Bill and I got back, our trees were taller than skyscrapers , So we got up and moved toward the molten metal waves. Would have burned our skin and probably our bones. I took a seat behind the drums and Bill took a seat by the piano and we rocked the hall and we rocked it all the way back to the forest No one mopped us and we walked into the auditorium and took our place on stage The best part was we found plans for the symphony playing at Carnegie Hall later that day and so we flew to Carnegie Hall in the afternoon to see what was upįresh out of the drums and the piano, no sweating all hot and shit We found dumbbells and beer cans and a lot of government broomsticks What we did was we went outside and ran through the forest looking for platoons
He played so loud the spirit flew out the window like water and grew a forest outside my house One day Bill came to my gold house and started playing his gold horn (lecture mode becomes a new earth science): We looked up, and saw the gold falling fast through the holes Molten black water far as the eye can see What can you hear in that? (open your ears) *nothing* On the beach chop chop We are growing trees What’s it good for? The platoons are marching Sound is what happens in between We’re throwing out the metronome G olden rivers pumping into the black metal waves. Had cut ten million holes in the sky with his sonic tentacles, and the sun was pouring down through the holes in the atmosphere , Threw our anxieties into the waves and took off our shirts. M etal waves the color of black cardboard on fire He was talking a lot, so we imagined a molten metal ocean. Look out the window a second: do you see the space between heart Will you tell us about the molten metal ocean ? There is a television monitor on the piano, minding. Ingredients to get here: platoons | patrons | studentsīutterflying through the door onto my classroom wall. Pitch moving like a shard of iron, leaping to magnetic pole. “ bzzzzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzz ” moving up-down – wavelike I turn on my side, form an electro space blooperĭrooping to the next beat, an unseen needle.
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