Supermoon

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Behold, the Supermoon
The one we’ve been waiting for
Years in the making
A shiny bulb on the shore
Now closer than ever
You can clearly see
That this moon is special
Shining, big and bright
Like a lighthouse across the sea

But tonight
I was crudely disappointed
That the Supermoon they had hyped
Was nothing more than the usual
A tiny dot in the night

Might as take pictures from before
And call them the Supermoon
Because there’s nothing really new
The old bore since June

Tiny

#NaNoPoblano2016 Day 15

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Today In History – 8/30

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A number of things happened on the 30th of August in history, usually seen as the next to last day to enjoy summer.

On August 30, 1963 a connection was established between Moscow and Washington D.C. allowing communication between the White House and the Kremlin. This was after the US and Russia came very close to a nuclear war.

Also on this day, the first black astronaut went into space, Guion S. Bluford Jr.

Thurgood Marshall became the first African American to be appointed to the U.S Supreme Court.

For more history go here: 

http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history 

Planet Earth Is Blue

David Bowie’s signature song, and the one he takes to his resting place, is “Space Oddity”, and somewhere deep in space, the soundwaves that long ago emitted from a radio station on Earth will reach a distant world. Will there be anyone on that world to hear the ballad of Major Tom and how he surrendered to the unpredictable and unknown nature of outer space? Will they send back a response song to Earth that may or may not still be there thousands of years from now?

That of course is one of my top favorite songs of all time because it was written just before the Apollo 11 moon landing in July 1969. Houston control decided not to play the song over the speakers until the mission was proven successful, which of course it was. David Bowie wrote the lyrics to the song predicting what would happen when men flew to the moon. It was predicted as ending in tragedy. Before it was released, critics of Bowie worried that the song would be seen as a promotional stunt for the mission.

I find it a bit ironic (or maybe it’s a just a coincidence) that Bowie died at the age of 69, a number obviously symbolic with space travel as if the universe knew all along.

Chris Hadfield’s cover of it aboard the ISS is simply beautiful. It was recorded in 2013 and was the very first music video shot in space. The shots of the Earth and the space station outside are unbelievable. The lyrics were updated to change the ending from the astronaut dying to a heroic mission.

I see Earth! It is so beautiful!
I could have gone on flying through space forever.
– quote by Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space

If I were stuck in space and had nowhere to go and my ending was inevitable, I’d think of Earth and so much that I’d miss. All the animals and plants, the air that I freely breath, the joy of seeing the sun rise over the trees every morning, the comfort of the moonlight. Of course, there are things I’d not miss like all of the greedy people and violence happening all the time.

If it were a trip to Mars, and there was no return to the home planet, I would feel a disconnect and vulnerability but after living on the Red Planet for a while and getting used to the environment, the homesick feeling wouldn’t be so bad. Seeing the blue marble disappear slowly into the background would have a way of making me feel how small we all are in general. For there is so much more to see beyond our shallow borders of ignorance.

Time Slips Through Our Fingers

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The time passes by so quickly that we lose our senses and grip. There is no escape from its clutches.

Pass by the clocktower and look up to see those familiar hands crossing at the 12. Without clocks, time is merely a setting and rising of the sun. The sun doesn’t actually move though, it’s the earth that rotates around it. Calendars are a human invention, the twelve month system a convenient way of chronicling our experiences into discrete sections of time. When looking at the universe as a whole, we humans seem very tiny indeed, very small on a larger scale.

This picture I got of a clocktower is very blurry, of a low quality because the camera I use is useless when capturing objects at night, from far away. I like that the actual clock is being overexposed and is all white. I’m taking that to mean, in spiritual terms, that time has no defined parameters, cannot be simply known as one thing because it may be different elsewhere, like in space, where it might go faster or slower. I think the bright white circle represents the opportunities that always lie in the future. There are always bright spots to look on. Time is a gateway to so many events that have yet to happen.


Weekly Photo Challege: Time

A Fish Out of Water

…way out of water

There is so much out there in the world that I could only dream of witnessing, and may or not ever get the chance. The furthest (or farthest?) I’ve been from home was in Florida way back when I was four years old. I’ve never been outside the country and the chances of that ever happening are very slim unless I won the lottery tomorrow and persuaded my family to get over their fear of flying in planes.

But in the realm of fantasy, I can always go on any adventure I want. The imagination is powerful enough to place you in a distant land and act out a story.

There are five places on the radar that catch my interest:

California – just to get a glimpse, even a sniff, of Hollywood life would be sensational, and I might catch sight of some stars while traversing over the famed walk and feeling like a fish out of water. Lying on a beach, actual California sand, and looking out at the Pacific Ocean, would trump all other places I’ve been so far. Eating authentic Pinks hotdogs, maybe attending a taping of a late night talk show. I would like to take a trip through Silicon Valley and google something from my smartphone while standing next to the Googleplex. This is all dreaming, of course.

Scotland – this is presumably where my ancestors originated, the Hammell name and all of its variations (seems to be of Norman origin, from a place called “Haineville” or “Henneville” and hawthorn, go here for the full details or use the site to check out your own name). To go back and maybe see people who resemble me would be inspirational or just funny. It’s stereotypical for people to think of Scots playing bagpipes when Scotland is mentioned, and this is true, but the country is a lot more developed beyond just that. I’ve never been much into golf and have never played it, but being in the place where it was created would thrill me. St. Andrews is the one place I would be sure to visit, as well as Loch Ness, namesake of the monster, Glasgow the largest city, and Edinburgh the capital and home to the Edinburgh Castle. Scotch whiskey and Scotch tape also were invented here. The famous Stonehenge is also around this area.

New York – I would like to be in Times Square on New Years Eve.

India – the most populated country in the world, the epicenter of human activity, where many bloggers are from. One of the richest countries in the world. I’d finally get a ride on a rickshaw and try some of that falafel.

Outerspace – okay, I’ll be reasonable…this has a .01% chance of happening but it is fun to dream of being one of the few handful of humans out of billions to have escaped the atmosphere of Earth. It would make me realize just how small we are in comparison to the rest of the universe. To look out at the blue marble through a space window and know that you are representing over seven billion people in a rare opportunity – maybe a scene from Gravity could be acted out while I’m up there.


In Response to the Daily Prompt: The Wanderer

Tell us about the top five places you’ve always wanted to visit.

Not THAT Blue Pill

If you could get all the nutrition you needed in a day with a pill — no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation — would you do it?

Imagine you’re aboard a giant space station right now and the only food and nutrition you have is contained within small medicine pills, because not even the greatest minds have figured out how to grow anything in space. Early in the morning (whenever that is in space, you decide) you line up to receive your pill from the med station. No one fights over who gets what or who goes first because everyone’s medicine is carefully counted out and labeled.

Now there is a choice of two pills one can take a day. A red pill or a blue pill. They both provide a carefully constructed balance of nutrients the human body needs to stay healthy in the harsh environment of space: proteins, vitamins, calories, sugars, iron, potassium, calcium, the list goes on. These pills do more than give you a healthy diet though, they lead you down one path or the other. A space station inhabitant would choose the red pill if they wanted to live with the truth that something terrible has happened in their life and they wanted to brood over it or even write about it, while one would take the blue pill if they wanted to forget the bad memories or reality that life on Earth is no more (wiped out by a widespread zombie pandemic). The effects of the pills only last 24 hours and then the person’s thoughts are back to normal. Billion dollar idea, bad engineering.

Now, personally, I wouldn’t mind taking one of these pills because all the work of keeping my body healthy and balanced would be taken care of. I wouldn’t have to worry about overeating or having too much or too little of something. Snacking on and off is a big habit of mine. Not having to worry about eating those very unhealthy meals from fast food and casual restaurants or eating a mini-pizza right before bed would be great. But the bad thing is I would very much miss eating the foods I love and this bland pill would get old quick. Chicken sandwiches, barbecue ribs, pizza, icecream, shrimp, mac & cheese, spaghetti, beer…oh, my.

In philosophical terms, and according to The Matrix (a film I have yet to see, where am I?), the red pill is for accepting reality and the harsh truth, while the blue pill is for blissful ignorance and staying in a fantasy world. Neo had to choose between one or the other. Maybe that’s why old men take the blue pill (Viagra). They cannot face the reality that they are past their prime and shouldn’t be doing those things anymore!


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Red Pill, Blue Pill.”

J is for Journey to the Stars

My journey to the cosmos
Was full of wonder and awe
Floated weightlessly through a vacuum
Saw burning comet in freefall

Passing by the dark side
The moon’s eerie loneliness
Looking back at the blue marble
What great home it is

Exploding nebula,
Electric star dust,
Saturn’s icy rings,
Mars red crust

All of Jupiter’s moons were visible
By the red eye light
A swirling vortex of a storm
That provokes neither fight nor flight

My ship of imagination had no limitations
Could reach the speed of light,
Pass through black holes,
Go through rocky storms
Find things no one yet knows

This sea of dark matter
Undetected, stealthy, dangerous
For no sound comes from
The wild unknown frontier
A tiny pinpoint of it
Being lit by a burning crimson
Year after mythical year

Inspired by the show “Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey” that was hosted by Neil Degrasse Tyson back in 2014. I deeply loved the show and was so enchanted by the realism of the space scenes and “the ship of the imagination” that Degrasse Tyson flew around in during the episodes. The show really did the original that was hosted by Carl Sagan justice and likely improved upon it though I have never seen it to really get an honest opinion.

And of course Neil is known for another thing, other than being a superstar astrophysicist:

April A to Z Challenge

BATZAP by Doobster @ Mindful Digressions