So, you guys have seen where I spent my teen years ... now see where I lived before that.
If you look really close, you might see a baby Leona riding in a big yellow school bus, or bombing along the backroads with her papa listening to old-time rock & roll.
"On planet Earth, an analemma is the figure-8 loop you get when you mark the position of the Sun at the same time each day throughout the year. But similarly marking the position of the Sun in the Martian sky would produce the simpler, stretched pear shape in this digital illustration, based on the Mars Pathfinder project's famous Presidential Panorama view from the surface. The simulation shows the late afternoon Sun that would have been seen from the Sagan Memorial Station once every 30 Martian days (sols) beginning on Pathfinder's Sol 24 (July 29, 1997). Slightly less bright, the simulated Sun is only about two thirds the size as seen from Earth, while the Martian dust, responsible for the reddish sky of Mars, also scatters some blue light around the solar disk."
An analemma is that figure-8 curve you get when you mark the position of the Sun at the same time each day throughout planet Earth's year. Above, 47 separate exposures (plus one foreground exposure) were recorded on a single piece of film to illustrate this annual cycle of solar motion from March 30, 2003 to March 30, 2004. In the remarkable foreground are standing Corinthian columns of the ancient Temple of Olympian Zeus in Athens, Greece. Solstices, like the one that occurred at 0022 UT on December 22, correspond to the bottom of the figure-8 or the southernmost excursion of the Sun in the sky. The tilt of planet Earth's axis and the variation in speed as it moves around its orbit combine to produce the graceful analemma curve.
From YouTube:
"And the Earth was called to witness...Love...
And so The Earth's Representative witnessed her past...
And Her Royal Words were felt by Kosmos as a dove...
And Her Eyes of Understanding were seen at last...
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Prospero's Speech
And now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint; now t'is true,
I must be here confined by you...
...But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from your crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
"
Music: Loreena McKennitt
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
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Please help the World...(Peace...)
Please help the Children...(Love...)
Please help the Fauna...(Life..)
Please help the Flora...(Peace...)
Please help the Women...(Love...)
Please help the humankind...(Life...)
But most of all Please help and forgive all men...for they still know not what they do...
"I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions."
-- Lillian Hellman, subpoenaed to appear before the House Un-American Activities Committee, 1952
"Fear of corrupting the mind of the younger generation is the loftiest form of cowardice."
-- Holbrook Jackson
"Did you ever hear anyone say 'That work had better be banned because I might read it and it might be very damaging to me'?"
-- Joseph Henry Jackson
"Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any books except the books that nobody reads."
-- George Bernard Shaw
You're Avante Garde Indie. You listen to abstract music like free-jazz and Krautrock. You drink too much coffee and you scare the fuck out of the rest of us. We're afraid to call you pretentious because we know that we all just don't get it. There are few of you out there, and most of you will probably die soon. Take this quiz!
