Daylight is very nice. Good ambiance. For a heavily visually-oriented species, there’s nothing like it. I give it 5 stars.
Speaking of stars. It does have a drawback. All that reflected blue light — can’t see the stars. But maybe that’s good. Maybe it helps us focus and get things done. Star-gazing may not be conducive to productivity. But what a respite!
Photo thanks to NASA.
Oh my gosh. THEY are out there! THEY circle the Earth, collecting information about us and our world, no doubt.
THEY, of course, are satellites and a space station or two. Maybe some astronauts, too.
US is . . . those under the force of Earth’s gravity. Call us Gravitareans. The heavy people. Maybe we should form a union of One People and commission the design of a flag. And stop fighting among ourselves!
Wouldn’t that be advanced?!
[photo thanks to NASA]
The Lunokhod-3: a Russian-built exploratory robot that traveled the surface of the moon. Cool! (For this XY brain, anyway.)
Echoing in the depths of my mind I can hear a corny, monotone voice of a stereotypical alien – Take me to your boyhood!
[photo thanks to NASA]
The breathtaking heights of technology.
Why have we no suitable means of mopping up floating pools of oil before they hit shore? Can it be that difficult? Little demand thus no supply?
In the wake of the BP disaster, I hope a quantity of people — sufficient to push things beyond the tipping point — demand that things change. This morning I saw an illustration of the projected dispersal of oil: it spread up the Atlantic coast, past to Cape Canaveral and far beyond.
Makes me want to stow away on a shuttle mission . . . oh darn. Never mind. Those are endangered, too.
[photo thanks to NASA]
Yep, that’s the Earth. A crescent Earth. [photo thanks to NASA . . . does my mentioning that agency often and expressing gratitude for what they do make me a shill?]
What is the future of the planet? Good question. The very long term future — not good. The nuclear furnace called the Sun won’t burn forever. The shorter term? Hmm.
Speaking of the Sun. A friend of mine mentioned the other day that he thinks we should start referring to it as “our star.” I like it.
To pilot a spacecraft and fly through space . . . that, too, would be something.
But what is space? A metric of our ignorance?
Flying through water, flying through a gaseous atmosphere — okay, these make sense. But deep space lacks matter — thus the very efficient maintenance of momentum. When astronauts fly through space, what are they really flying through, if anything? A field of quantum potentiality? What?
If you have an answer, I’d love to hear it.
But even lacking an answer, I’d gladly have a ticket punched for a flight through I-don’t-know-what-the-heck-”it”-is.
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[photo courtesy of NASA]
