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Silver Glow's Journal - Admiral Biscuit



Silver Glow takes an opportunity to spend a year at an Earth college, where she'll learn about Earth culture and make new friends.

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February 24 [movie star]

February 24

I got up a little earlier than usual and went right to the closet and stood in front of the mirror and brushed out my mane and tail, even though I don't normally before flying. A mare ought to be allowed a little bit of vanity now and then.

I checked myself out to make sure that I looked good and then put on my flight clothes and walked over to Old Wells to meet Gates, hoping he was an early riser.

He was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and drinking a can of green Monster. That's an energy drink and it comes in different colors which all smell and taste equally bad.

He had a big bag which humans call a duffel bag (because it's made out of duffel fabric) and that had some camera bags in it and a helmet with a mount on the top.

The helmet was for me. If I had to wear much more equipment, I wasn't going to be able to fly at all! He helped me fit it on and it was really uncomfortable on my ears. It trapped them down and I told him I didn't think I'd be able to wear it while flying because I wouldn't be able to hear in it.

But he was ready for that, and took out a knife and carved some ear-holes in the helmet. He didn't do a very good job of it; the holes were really jagged and uneven and I think he wound up completely ruining it, but he said it was okay, it would be worth it for the video. Then he set it back on and it was a lot better. I didn't have full ear-range, but enough.

Then he strapped it around my chin and hooked the GoPro camera to the top of it. He had me stand in a neutral position while he adjusted the aim, and then said that it was good.

I reminded him that I had to get clearance before I was allowed to fly, and he said that was okay, it would give him time to set up his cameras.

I didn't think he'd be seeing too much; it was still pretty dark out.

Then I found out just how long it takes to set up a couple of cameras.

I was getting kind of bored by the end of it, and flicked my tail impatiently as he was setting up his tripod right where he wanted it and then focusing the camera on the open sky. And once that one was set, he brought out a shoulder-mounted camera and had to test that, too.

I should have waited to get my flight permission, and I hoped that there weren't any airplanes that were detouring around where I was supposed to be. I didn't see any: they almost never flew right over campus.

It was getting light on the ground when he finally said that he was ready, and I took to the air with a great sense of relief. It's stressful to have to wait when all I want to do is fly.

He'd instructed me to basically do the same thing I'd done before, so I did. I'd been concerned about how far his camera could see, but he said that the GoPro on my head would see everything that really mattered, and the other cameras were just to document what I was doing.

When I got up to altitude, I winged right over and dove down, then pulled back up and spiraled into the sky until I'd lost most of my momentum. Then I made a big circle, trying to keep my head as level as possible (he told me to avoid head movement as much as I could), and once I'd gotten all the way around, I dropped again, racing for the ground.

This time, I flared out my wings and braked as I dropped, keeping my speed down. Then when I got close to the ground, I pulled up and zoomed around the trees, darting as close to them as I could.

I finished off by going up a little bit and doing the same low buzzing flight I'd done before that got his attention the first time, rocketing up to the roof of Olds-Upton and then coming in for a landing at a more sedate speed.

When my hooves hit the snow, he kept following me with his camera until I got within a few meters of him, and then turned it off and set it down in its case, which was perched on top of a snowbank. He got the helmet off me, and the first thing I did was turn my head back and bite the end off a primary I'd broken when I got a bit too close to a tree.

Then he told me that my ear was bleeding, and as soon as he said that, I noticed it. If he'd kept his mouth shut, I probably wouldn't have.

He said that I ought to put a band-aid on it, but I was worried that I would be late to class, especially since I hadn't taken a shower yet, so I told him it was alright and did he want to meet me again for more movies in the afternoon?

He said that he would, and he promised to fix the helmet better and then shook my hoof.

Washing up opened the wound again and it burned like fury when I got shampoo in it, but there was nothing I could do but grit my teeth and carry on. Of course by the time I was done in the shower there just wasn't enough time for breakfast, so I ate my last can of anchovies and trotted off to class.

We moved from global cooling and ice ages to global warming and all the bad things that could cause. I wanted to know if more airplanes could make more contrails to help reflect the sunlight away, but the professor said that studies had been done and that contrails made it worse, because the heat still got in but then the clouds kept it from getting back out. He said that it was a good idea, though, and maybe to solve the problem we'd need to have out-of-the-box ideas like that (even if it wasn't actually a solution).

He said that the other danger with a warmer climate was that the storms would be bigger because there'd be more energy in the atmosphere, and I nodded when he said that. Besides keeping track of the water, we have to keep track of the potential energy, because that's what powers storms. Let too much of it build up, and things will go out of control no matter how good your weather team is. Plus once storms start to go rogue—or come in feral—it's difficult to control them. A small tornado can be broken up by a few pegasuses counter-flying, but if nopony notices and it gets big, it takes several flights to rob it of its momentum and break it up.

Humans hadn't been paying enough attention to their climate, though, and only started to notice when it started to change on them, and now they couldn't decide how to fix it, and some people weren't even sure it was a problem. I guess those were the global warming deniers that Luke had mentioned before.

(Which reminded me that I hadn't done anything beyond becoming friends with Cyndi on my Facebook. Maybe I could ask her to visit the television station.)

It was really frustrating to move from that to something that baffled me. If Nietzsche's values of values weren't confusing enough, we learned that he said that people had killed God by not believing in Him as a source of morals anymore but if that was true, why did Liz even bother to give me a Bible?

And then we discussed his ideas of nihilism and how Europeans were drifting along rudderless because they'd killed God, and overall he had a pretty bleak outlook on humans. I thought that was unfair; people mostly seemed friendly and happy and mostly the same as ponies, really.

Plus it was really confusing when he talked about happiness. He sounded like someone who's never really been happy trying to tell everyone else why they couldn't be happy, and nopony likes a downer like that. So I thought that maybe Nietzsche wasn't that smart after all, and maybe it would turn out like Descartes where he came up with a thing he thought worked but then someone else proved that he was wrong.

I don't understand why we have to learn about who's wrong. Even if philosophy doesn't have absolutes, surely some philosophers just aren't right. In my math class, we never spent any time discussing the dumb pony who wrote a proof that one equals zero using antiderivatives. Fundamental misunderstandings aren't the foundation of learning, except maybe as a cautionary tale.

Which I guess would be a good reason to learn about wrong philosophy.

After Equestrian class I asked Meghan if I could come over Thursday night to use their bathtub again, and she said that I could. Then I hurried off for some more filming with Gates, ate a late dinner, and worked on my poem for tomorrow until Aric drove over to pick me up.

He was a bit more relaxed than he'd been on Monday night. Instead of watching cartoons, we just talked on the couch and snuggled for a while. I told him about the poem I was writing, and he told me about the time he and David had explored the storm drains under Kalamazoo, and then I told him about how Gates had filmed me in the morning and then again in the afternoon.

We went and looked on his computer to see if it was on YouTube yet, but it wasn't. I did find a video of me playing in the snow, though, which I hadn't seen before. Aric said that he thought I looked really cute in the video. I told him I looked really cute all the time, and then kissed him on the lips before he could reply.

When it was finally time to go to bed, I helped Aric get out of his clothes. It was a lot more difficult than Peggy made it sound, but it was worth it.

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