Everything was astonishing today, and that is simply a fact. Awesome rained down and sprang up and curled around fenceposts; the tedious Tea Party failed to bring on the End Times they say that they crave so badly, and a lot of people found out that yes, they would be paid for their last few weeks of work.
A paper was published that made exciting headway into the way the brain flushes waste during sleep cycles, and why not sleeping can kill us.
The Russians brought up a big chunk of the Chelyabinsk meteorite from the lake it crashed into, and I guess they didn’t plan it very well, as it crushed the scale to powder and broke into three pieces.
Some Russian guy named Breyv is trying to start a new religion surrounding the space rocks, claiming that they are actually a set of tablets that only he and his special team of Lictors can read. It’s really no nuttier than anything else people say. But the Russians told him to piss off, and they took the three pieces to the labs for analysis. Crazy never sleeps, which is kind of reassuring.
He says, “Our main demand is that the tablets be lifted with care and handed over to our priests for further work. We want to build a temple where they could be stored and where any believer could approach the message not fearing to damage its information field.”
I’ll just dish up three more things for now. Wait, four.
Firstly, the Cassini photo of Saturn below (what an impossibly impossible photograph) and the excellent Nasawatch post and Planetary Society blog entry that you can start down the chain of here.
Secondly, Andre Broessel’s excellent short film using the Rawlemon solar collector as a cooker/ low grade Death Ray. He uploaded it to Vimeo, and I rebroadcast it to YouTube for easy blog sharing. Don’t worry if you don’t speak Spanish, if you simply relax your mind you will understand the written captions. I promise.
He says, on Facebook today, “Kate and Doriot, we are doing this when you are here!” and I am immediately on a rooftop in Barcelona, laughing, and cooking figs stuffed with olives stuffed with cheese with his mindbendingly Earthsaving Not So Deadly Ray, and maybe also probably there are laughing men in beards, and stylish, impossibly casual women.
Thirdly, Aurelio Castano’s lovely beaded dragon, who will be attending that rooftop photoshoot as my guest, at the pleasure of his maker. Thank you, Aurelio.
Fourthly, this incredibly awesome short film on a group of six women, average age 80, who are killing it- you have GOT to see this if you have any fears at all about growing older. And don’t we all.
A favorite line from one of the women, a professional dancer and choreographer who said, about her liking to wear short skirts at the age of 87,
I don’t give a toss. I don’t give a damn what anybody says about me. Not at all. The only person I care who thinks well or not of me is my husband.
It is worth noting that she married a man 27 years her junior and naturally faced a lot of criticism for it. She says,
So, 34 years later, all of those people look silly. They’ve either died (laughs joyfully) or they look silly.