I had no luck trying to see the comet, but the crescent moon is pretty. As are the clouds that are probably in the way of my comet viewing. So it goes.
Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
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The moon is gorgeous. I don't even see clouds messing with my view but I also don't see a comet. Stars are pretty gorgeous too. And there's a whole different set of them out the front door. I usually look from the backyard because it seems more private and less likely to have other people in it. Because there is a fence.
I wish I could see the comet though. I like things hurtling through space.
There was a guy who couldn't see the comet but took a picture of the moon anyway. But the comet did show up fine in the picture. He thought his camera picked up infrared light from the comet.
No comet but I did see the space station the other morning.
Very cool!
Gloomy skies means we see lots of clouds. I miss Hale-Bopp, actually. That was impressive, and apparent for long enough to view between nights of inclement weather.
In all the talk about papal autonomenclature and Suzi being the pope, let's not forget that tomorrow is Pi Day!
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I was in Pasadena when Hale-Bopp went by, and I got the local news coverage of the Heaven's Gate deaths. Though I always did enjoy going out on the balcony and looking at that big smear of light in the sky.
Holy Jesuit Pope, Batman.
But if you're smelling the same thing you're looking at, how is that not "smell is highly memory-linked"? I mean, imagining any smell at any time is standard, right? We all do that from time to time? So when it's clearly linked to the stimulus, isn't that really sharp memory? When I read 1984, I can smell almonds, but that's because I binged on almond cookies the first time I read it, so they're paired in my mind. Is that synaesthesia too?
I thought it was the olfactory version of seeing something in your minds eye, or getting earwormed with "Islands In The Stream" when you see a picture of Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers together.