Interestingly,

Karsh's great

grand-nephew is

none other than

David Karsh-Brink,

the inventor of

24-Hour Variety 

Weather.
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Thanks to

Karsh-Brink,

when you tune

to 111.7 at 

any hour of the

day or night

you are greeted

with something like:

"Methinks these

wastrel clouds

and this 

dank breeze

do portend some

calamitous stirring

of the heavens.
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            He designed 

           not only the

       satellite itself

           but also the

         software which

         translates the

          data gathered,

            without any 

     human intervention, 

 into a non-stop stream

      of monologue that

     "morphs" through a 

        wide variety of

           literary and

         conversational

                 styles.
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          Look thither 
   
   where the barometer 
   
          hath plunged 
   
            undaintily 
   
          to 28 inches 
   
       of his mercury!
       
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    Avast, take cover!
    
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       She turned over 

   unto her warm front
   
            and lifted 
        
     her alto-cumulous 
        
                upward

         as he lustily 
  
            thrust his 
            
      gale-force winds

              into her

    high-pressure zone.
    
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                And lo,
    
             a holyman 
    
              went out 
       
                 among 
    
         the multitude, 
    
       and it was said 
    
     that in that time 
    
          there was no
          
         visibility..."
                     
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