Scientists: Comet ISON likely didn’t survive sun encounter
AP: Scientist say Comet ISON likely didn’t survive its close encounter with the sun.
Images from NASA spacecraft showed Comet ISON approaching for its slingshot around the sun on Thursday, but nothing coming out on the other side.
In a Google+ hangout, U.S. Navy solar researcher Karl Battams said “ISON probably hasn’t survived this journey.”
Phil Plait, an astronomer who runs the “Bad Astronomy” blog, agreed, saying “I don’t think the comet made it.”
Image: In this frame grab taken from enhanced video made by NASA’s STEREO-A spacecraft, Comet ISON, left, approaches the sun on Nov. 25, 2013. Comet Encke is shown just below ISON, the sun is to the right, just outside the frame. (AP Photo/NASA)
How do we know it didn’t travel back in time to San Francisco in 1986 to save the whales?
This is my favorite of the Wars on Kinkade series by Roland Deschane.
I like that the perspective of the cottage draws the eye to the subtly-added AT-ATs.
It may be lame to criticize art that is so close to perfect, but I wish he had made the moon sliver into a Death Star sliver. I hope he continues to make these and starts adding Rebel Alliance stuff, particularly lightsabers, just for the tagline:
Thomas Kinkade - Painter of Lightsabers.
Something was strange when I woke up. Well, my brain is always there when I wake up, so something is always strange. Today something new was strange.
It seemed like the whole house was vibrating. It was a low, indistinct rumbling. I went out on the back porch to locate the source. It seemed to be coming from that general direction, but I couldn’t pinpoint it.
It seems like it’s being generated by a very large machine, but machines that big at some point ramp up their engines to do whatever they do. This one just constantly rumbles. The sound is at the very low end of human hearing. I’m sure it extends below that frequency, too. I wish I had a microphone that could capture it for you.
It’s been going on all day. The sound is so low that it seems to emanate from everywhere. It’s not coming from somewhere. It’s around me. I’m in it.
It’s like I’m in the bowels of the Death Star, with its immense power source in the center rumbling through the entire structure.
Sounds that low and powerful have been said to have an emotional effect. I believe it. I feel uneasy. There’s a sense of foreboding, as if something is about to go very wrong.
I had to find out what it was. I drove down the street, hoping I wasn’t going to encounter a Death Star. That’ll seriously ruin your whole day.
I saw a sign indicating there was road work ahead. I bet they’re paving. Those modern street pavers churn a huge mass of tar and aggregate and lay it down slowly in a wide swath. That would account for the Death Star rumble.
I just wish the feeling that the Emperor is about to visit would go away.