Note: I was trying to think of something appropriately geological to write for Valentine's Day, and this is what came out. You have been warned.
Look. You were hot. Once. Maybe more than once. And when everything was in equilibrium, well, you were a thing of beauty. Your micas had that sparkle, and your andalusite was a porphyroblast. And when your garnets rolled, baby, there was nothing to do but watch your inclusion trail.
But let's face it. You were never particularly gneiss, and everything's cooled since then. Don't tell me that your textures have gotten complicated - you've retrograded. Your reactions are incomplete. You're retaining too much argon.
I changed you. And I suppose that's what I get for letting you take me for granite.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Love Letter to a Piece of Schist
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4 comments:
I guess it just goes to show why so few geologists ever have children...all their relationships are plutonic.
Welshite. How could your belovite schist not be gneiss enough for a positive valentines? That's bullachite. Get off your metamorphic high horst and stop being such a dickite. With cleavage like that, your apatite for bedding should send scheelites down your spinel. Oh well, at loess you were being onyx.
That was the funniest thing I have read in a long, long time. :)
It has nothing to do with Valentine's Day, but you might enjoy Tuffy (Peare) Traylen's poem on Metamorphism. :-)
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