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Another Interactive Test of the Oceanic National Blend of Models

We recently completed a comparison of several models looking for the best extended forecast. The apparent winner in that case was the NBM. There are arguments on why this might in fact be expected to be best for extended forecasts; we will come back to that.

For now we have another, equally crucial test at hand. And in this case it looks like an ideal way to make this test, because the NBM is notably different at 78 hr out than the "competitors," namely GFS, FV3-GFS, and GEFS, and to the best we can estimate it, the ECMWF.

The vessel we are following is moored off of Flynn Reef in the Great Barrier Reef, 30 nmi east of Cairns in Queensland.  He needs winds solidly less than 20 kts to make progress on the last leg of his 9,000 mile row (actual miles rowed, not great circle) from Neah Bay, WA to Cairns AU.

We will use Sat Jun 8, 12z as our test point, which is 78h from the most recent model runs at 06z Wed, Jun 5.  Below are the meteograms for this period at that location that we…

How to Obtain Custom GRIB Files

We usually try to get all of the GRIB files we need from within the navigation program or GRIB viewer we are using.  This solves a key issue of being sure that the ones they let us request will indeed be viewable in their viewer.  All such sources of GRIB data offer a filter for Lat-Lon region and desired parameters, as well as resolution, and time intervals and duration (ie every 3h out to h72).

Some navigation programs, such as Expedition, have many of the top model products coded into their system so there is less reason for getting external data, others have limited products, and it is not uncommon that popular charting software might only offer GFS parameters internally, maybe with the addition of RTOFS for currents and WW3 for waves.

The popular OpenCPN can create email requests to Saildocs, but the packaged interface options do not include many important models Saildocs offers. OpenCPN can view some grib2 files, but not all. Some of the new high-res data come in a Lambert proje…

Self-Publishing Journeys: Kellie Magnus

Why I self-published. And why I hope fewer Caribbean writers have to.
Many years ago, on a trip to Jamaica, I had a conversation with my then eight year old niece. I’d become frustrated by how attached she was to American television and movie characters. We took a trip to a bookstore in Kingston to find her some local books and I was horrified by how few there were and how poorly they compared to the American ones on the shelves beside them.

I was living in New York at the time. I’d probably have forgotten all about it had a little red-headed Rastafarian not come to take up residence in my brain. He was persistent. When I wrote the first Little Lion story, Little Lion Goes to School, I circulated it to a few friends in publishing. The responses were encouraging, but…there was always a “but”. “I love it but does the boy really have to be Rastafarian?” “I get that he’s supposed to be different, but can’t you just make him blind?”

It didn’t take me very long to realize that my best optio…

December 2013 Issue

The start of a new year is a time of promise and hope. At Anansesem, we are ever filled with the hope that we can continue to create a friendly, healthy space for Caribbean children's literature.

In this online "space", contributors to the ezine and readers both, are shaping stories that bridge the distance between the old and the new, adult and child readers, and the different figurative and literal spaces where children's stories are read and enjoyed: our homes, libraries, schools, and our hearts. We thank you for making our online space a community, and we look forward to even more community-building and creativity this year.

Our current issue, the December 2013 issue, reveals an awareness of the importance of creativity in writing for children, and in our cultures. In twelve-year-old Tyrin Culmer's story "Paint" artistic creativity plays a role in the reconciliation between a mother and daughter; in "What A Lime of a Night!" by Bajan writ…

Jammin’ in Jamrock

by Latoya Wakefield

Tick Tock,
There goes the clock;
It’s time to get up, up, up
And have some fun in Jamrock!

Another Day;
Let’s give thanks and praise
Before we go to the beach
To eat, dance and play.

In the sun rays, we glow
Rocking our heads from side to side
Listen, do you hear that tune?
Let’s sing along too:
Jamaica sunshine, Jamaica sunshine!
Shine on me, shine on me!

“Coo deh!” someone says;
a brown furry thing just ran by.
Is it a big rat, squirrel, raccoon??
“No,” another says “It’s a mangoose”

Soon coconut jelly arrives
We sip; aaahhhhh.
Then we splash in the big, deep blue,
Everyone that passes by
Greets us and smiles.
Everything irie mon, everything nice.

Latoya Wakefield works in the hospitality industry but writing is her forever love. Her story, "The Caterpillar That was Afraid of the Cocoon", first published in the May 2013 issue of Anansesem, was recently published by Bamboo Talk Press as the picturebook Irie the Caterpillar. She lives in Jamaica.
Why …


by Tololwa Mollel

Maliaki closed his eyes tight when his cousin blew out the lamp and chanted in their dark bedroom. Ndiyamasi Ndiyamasi, Ndiyamasi Ndiyamasi! Ndiyamasi was a monster in stories Grandmother often told them. He had two mouths and a single eye.

As Alfayo chanted on Maliaki pulled the blanket around his head, shutting his eyes even more tightly shut and plugging his ears. Only after Alfayo fell asleep did Maliaki open his eyes, unplug his ears and slowly pull back the blanket. Then he got up and lit the lamp. And he lay awake thinking about Ndiyamasi.

Late the next day when Maliaki stayed to play after school Alfayo headed home, and warned his cousin. “Don’t be late coming home, or Ndiyamasi will get you!”

Playing with his chums, Maliaki forgot all about Ndiyamasi or going home.

Darkness was falling when he finally left for home. He walked briskly on a path that wound through a jungle of coffee and banana trees.  A bush baby shrieked ka-ha ka-ha. An owl hooted tuwwuuuu. M…

Mama’s Laughter

by Elayne Ogbeta

Mama’s laughter starts from her toes
Travels up to her belly, then overflows.
Mama’s laughter can fly very high Through the clouds and past the sky;
How far it flies? I do not know, Then gently falls like tear-drops slow. 
Mama’s laughter is crazy by far Than a hundred hyenas at a bazaar,
And just like when a monkey climbs Her laughter swings from time to time.
Sometimes she giggles like a child Or roars with laughter like a lion wild.
Laughter when mama fixes my bike, Laughter for breakfast and stories at night.
No shadows lurking in the dark When Mama’s laughter makes its mark!
When I hear her laughter from my room, It takes my dreams up to the moon.
Even on the moon, Mama’s laughter’s there; I can hear it dancing in the air.
Mama’s laughter through the rain Can surely bring the sun again,
And then a rainbow I will see; Mama’s laugh has that effect on me.
Mama’s laughter makes beautiful art, A beauty that comes from mama’s heart.
And even when Mama’s not there, I ca…