But with November of this year likely heralding the legitimacy of fascism in the US, it’s incumbent upon us to try enjoy the silly shit before that comes along.
You speak as if it’s already decided. It’s incumbent upon us to enjoy the silly shit and do our damnedest to prevent the fascist rise.
Go play some Neopets, and stop listening to news orgs for a while (you’ve likely already decided who you’re supporting, anyway), especially the ones who trade in the 24h News Cycle; they have a vested interest in selling rage, not nuanced journalism. Hope eats into their profit margins.
I think Trump won, because people underestimated him and thought it was somebody else’s problem to go vote.
We will have to agree to disagree, plus, I don’t want to derail this Gaming community into a political debate. Enjoy your games! If you see a golden Shoyru, it might be mine.
But the solar flare was yesterday, if there was going to be any good viewing of auroras it would have been last night, or more likely a couple nights ago (from US time zones). The peak of it occurred shortly after lunch yesterday and it’s calmed down back to normal today.
The agencies were correct about the information, however unlike OP apparently I know how to adjust for time zone differences. Monday morning in Australia is still Sunday in the US, so yes that would have been the correct time for the warning. But this article was posted here a day after the event occurred, all of the warnings expired, and the Kp index had dropped back down to more moderate levels. At the peak of the event the Kp index reached around 8.0. When I posted my comment yesterday it was sitting at 1.66, well below the threshold for seeing auroras anywhere in the continental US. If you had any chance of seeing auroras here it would have had to be Sunday night, not Monday night.
A minor accident had forced me down in the Rio de Oro region, in Spanish Africa. Landing on one of those table-lands of the Sahara which fall away steeply at the sides, I found myself on the flat top of the frustum of a cone, an isolated vestige of a plateau that had crumbled round the edges. In this part of the Sahara such truncated cones are visible from the air every hundred miles or so, their smooth surfaces always at about the same altitude above the desert and their geologic substance always identical. The surface sand is composed of minute and distinct shells; but progressively as you dig along a vertical section, the shells become more fragmentary, tend to cohere, and at the base of the cone form a pure calcareous deposit.
Without question, I was the first human being ever to wander over this . . . this iceberg: its sides were remarkably steep, no Arab could have climbed them, and no European had as yet ventured into this wild region.
I was thrilled by the virginity of a soil which no step of man or beast had sullied. I lingered there, startled by this silence that never had been broken. The first star began to shine, and I said to myself that this pure surface had lain here thousands of years in sight only of the stars.
But suddenly my musings on this white sheet and these shining stars were endowed with a singular significance. I had kicked against a hard, black stone, the size of a man's fist, a sort of moulded rock of lava incredibly present on the surface of a bed of shells a thousand feet deep. A sheet spread beneath an apple-tree can receive only apples; a sheet spread beneath the stars can receive only star-dust. Never had a stone fallen from the skies made known its origin so unmistakably.
And very naturally, raising my eyes, I said to myself that from the height of this celestial apple-tree there must have dropped other fruits, and that I should find them exactly where they fell, since never from the beginning of time had anything been present to displace them.
Excited by my adventure, I picked up one and then a second and then a third of these stones, finding them at about the rate of one stone to the acre. And here is where my adventure became magical, for in a striking foreshortening of time that embraced thousands of years, I had become the witness of this miserly rain from the stars. The marvel of marvels was that there on the rounded back of the planet, between this magnetic sheet and those stars, a human consciousness was present in which as in a mirror that rain could be reflected.
Well that is some spectacular prose, I am truly transported to a place where spirituality and science meet at a single point of grand mystery and realization that I have felt a few times in real life, alone in nature at surprising places and odd hours, but Saint-Exupéry has taken this all one further level up the rung.
To a level that my father actually lived, as an airplane pilot in Baja California back when the peninsula didn’t have a paved road, an isolated, remote place as yet mostly untouched by man.
One minor caveat, however:
a sheet spread beneath the stars can receive only star-dust
While I understand such a thoughtful writer was going for a feeling, surely with his talent he could have found a way to include windstorms, all the dust and sands they can sweep horizontally across the lands and over hills. The Rio De Oro region is in northern Morocco, surely it often gets blasted by powerful Saharan winds.
A sheet spread beneath the Moroccan sky most often receives desert-dust.
Mimas’s ocean appears to be relatively young, forming in the past 25m years when powerful tidal forces exerted by Saturn deformed Mimas’s core, warming it like a massaged squash ball. The heated core then melted overlying ice, creating an ocean inside the Saturnian moon.
we think of glacier water as pure, the water on Mimas is brand new and never been touched
theguardian.com
Aktywne