To quote Echo And The Bunnymen. Really, go check out "Crocodiles" - an album notable for being entirely absent of any such saurians - and get back to me.
What I would like to point out to you, gentle reader, is a post by the Bad Astronomer - Phil Plait.* PP holds his own over on SYFY and his posts are always worth a view, if only to confirm that in astronomy, all the numbers used are incredibly enormous. Art?
R Aquarii |
Said process has been happening for a long, long time. Thus the region of space around R. Aquarii is full of gas and dust and the debris from past explosive cycles, making it messy and interesting at the same time. Art?
This is a representation of a false-colour picture of R. Aquarii and it's uneasy patch of real estate in space, except the photograph on the right is from Hubble back soon after it was launched, and the picture on the left is a painting by Micky Dolenz.
I suppose a recap is in order here, given that you whippersnappers out there are probably shockingly ignorant of anything that happened before 2000 AD. Art?
Micky Dolenz at right |
Monkeying around. In a very mild way |
WRONG! What did I tell you about astronomical values? NOTHING IS SMALL!
Anyway, it's pretty cool to pick R. Aquarii as your subject, and even more impressive when your painter is a pop star.
There was that one time, though, when I was reading Sherlock Holmes short stories - and for any South Canadian readers SHERLOCK HOLMES IS NOT REAL! - shame, really, they're such nice people but somewhat gullible - whilst playing The Monkees television series in the background, and - O look who's this but Micky, with Davy Jones, and they're disguised as - Sherlock Holmes?
OWW!
Bitten. Again. |
Proof positive, folks |
"Hard To Be A God" Yes, we are back to the Brothers Strugatsky again. I hope you don't mind, especially since Ruffian science fiction is so little-known in the West.
Anyway, there is another Afterword written by Boris, about the background to the novel, which is an insightful look at how art and literature was treated by the Sinister Union back in the early Sixties.
That unforgettable era of the CUBAN MISSILE CRISIS! |
Ol' Bo, speculating over a generation later, mused that The Hog (as was Kruschev's nickname) might have been in a bad mood because he got the short end of the stick concerning the CMC, with all those Sinister IRBMs being freighted back home. You couldn't say this at the time, mind, or you'd have been in the Gulag before finishing the sentence.
Subsequently, according to Boris - Art?
Ol' Bo in later years |
And because it all happened a long, long time ago, in a country far, far away, it is History, not Politics. So there.
Far, far away. |
Colour Conrad Confused
"Flageolet" popped into my head on the bus ride into work this morning. Why? Who knows, certainly not I.
"It's a kind of musical instrument, isn't it?" I mused silently, for - bus; passengers; worry about large sinister-looking man talking to himself, that sort of thing.
Yes, it is indeed. I can even show you a picture of one. Art?
Flageolet with puny human hand for scale |
Full of - |
There, I'm glad we got that sorted. BOOJUM! - educating the world one factoid at a time.
Finally -
We have actually hit the ton, so I'm only in need of a short closing item. I have 6 minutes until work officially begins, so perhaps I'll postpone typing and merely muse until lunchtime, then let loose with a fusillade of wit. Or horrid puns, whichever comes first.
Okay, that archetypal English countryside village Ottery Saint Mary has come onto my radar. Art?
"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy" - Ottery Saint Mary: the hideous truth |
It seemed appropriate, somehow.
* Pronounced "Playt" or "Platt"? I don't know. I once asked and can't remember his reply.
** Yet <the horrid proviso added by Mister Hand>
*** We have classily avoided linking beans with wind - at least until this bit.
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