When a man thinks he is reading the character of another, he is often unconsciously betraying his own.
Joseph Farrell

backspatter:

Tardieu spots are a sign of asphyxiation.

backspatter:

Tardieu spots are a sign of asphyxiation.

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Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey - Part 2

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Morning On Mars

 Martian sunrises, as seen by the HiRISE orbiter

(Source: wordlesstech.com)

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Behold the first geological map of Ganymede, Jupiter’s largest moon

by Lauren Davis

Four hundred years ago, Galileo Galilei observed Ganymede in orbit around Jupiter. This week, a team of planetary scientists unveiled the first global geological map of our solar system’s largest moon.

Using images obtained by NASA’s Voyager 1 and 2 spacecraft and the Galileo orbiter, a team led by Geoffrey Collins of Wheaton College pieced together a mosaic image of the planet, giving us our first complete image of the geological features of the satellite. Above, you can see the moon centered at 200 west longitude. The darker areas represent the very old and heavily cratered region of Ganymede, while the lighter areas are somewhat younger regions marked with grooves and ridges…

(read more: io9)   (… and a 2nd look.)

images: NASA-JPL

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Slowly in Prayer Matthew Lippman

To be thankful for the Starbucks lady, Lucy,
who is pissed at me for asking too many questions
about my damn phone app
is one thing.
To be thankful for my wife plastering my face to the bathroom floor
with pancake batter
for missing the bus
is another thing.
I tried to be thankful for my eyes this morning
even though one of them is filled with puss
and the other with marigold juice.
Marigold juice is the stuff that comes from the flower
when you put it between your palms and rub, slowly in prayer,
even though nothing comes out.
It’s the imagined juice of God,
the thing you can’t see when you are not being thankful.
I try to be thankful for the lack of energy that is my laziness
and my lonely best friend with no wife and children
knowing I am as lonely as he
with one wife and two daughters.
Sometimes we travel five minutes to the pier in Red Hook
and it takes hours in our loneliness to know, in our thankfulness,
that if we held hands it’d be a quiet romance for the ages.
I’ll admit, I’m thankful for Justin Timberlake
because he’s better than Beethoven
and my friend Aaron
who lived in the woods with an axe and never used it once.
I try hard to forget love,
to abandon love,
so that one day I will actually be able to love.
Until then, I am thankful that Lucy wanted to spit in my coffee,
or imagined that she did,
and thanked her profusely
for showing me which buttons to push
and how to do it, with just the right amount of pressure,
the whole tips of all my fingers dancing like stars
through the blackness
of a mocha latte, black.

Our Daily Becoming Adam Clay

Like animals moving daily
through the same open field,
it should be easier to distinguish
light from dark, fabrications

from memory, rain on a sliver
of grass from dew appearing
overnight. In these moments
of desperation, a sentence

serves as a halo, the moon
hidden so the stars eclipse
our daily becoming. You think
it should be easier to define

one’s path, but with the clouds
gathering around our feet,
there’s no sense in retracing
where we’ve been or where

your tired body will carry you.
Eventually the birds become
confused and inevitable. Even our
infinite knowledge of the forecast

might make us more vulnerable
than we would be in drawn-out
ignorance. To the sun
all weeds eventually rise up.

thenewenlightenmentage:

Astrophile: Wrinkles reveal Mercury’s rapid slimming
Object: Mercury’s many wrinklesSource: A cooling, crumpling crust
Mercury just wanted to look its best. As the years rolled by the planet was losing the fire of its youth, but it was also slimming down, shedding a few pesky kilometres from its round, rocky body. Then the wrinkles started to sprout…
When the solar system formed about 4.6 billion years ago, Mercury was a hot ball of molten material. The tiny planet cooled quickly, shrinking in size and causing its relatively thin crust to crumple up. The shrinking seems to have slowed down after about a billion years, but the grey, pockmarked world we see today is crisscrossed by steep crustal ridges that reveal the period of rapid contraction.
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thenewenlightenmentage:

Astrophile: Wrinkles reveal Mercury’s rapid slimming

Object: Mercury’s many wrinkles
Source: A cooling, crumpling crust

Mercury just wanted to look its best. As the years rolled by the planet was losing the fire of its youth, but it was also slimming down, shedding a few pesky kilometres from its round, rocky body. Then the wrinkles started to sprout…

When the solar system formed about 4.6 billion years ago, Mercury was a hot ball of molten material. The tiny planet cooled quickly, shrinking in size and causing its relatively thin crust to crumple up. The shrinking seems to have slowed down after about a billion years, but the grey, pockmarked world we see today is crisscrossed by steep crustal ridges that reveal the period of rapid contraction.

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Spirits of the Dead Edgar Allan Poe

Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!

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Suffering the Unattainable David Dodd Lee

Large sea turtles and some whales
will outlive us, water a manifestation of wind in

   another dimension.
I had to use the shovel to hack at the wood, had to grab

a hatchet, down deep in the hole. The oak pitched around
like a ship’s mast, or I was no longer alive; perhaps I was yet

    to be
all over again, though I kept recalling your name. The verdurous roots.

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July 16, 1969: The Earth photographed by the Apollo 11 crew on their first day in orbit.
Image credit: NASA

spaceplasma:

July 16, 1969: The Earth photographed by the Apollo 11 crew on their first day in orbit.

Image credit: NASA

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