23 Oct 2017 Phobos and High Flight (poem by John Gillespie Magee Jr.)

Hello to you.  It’s Monday here again and quite chilly and for those who know me, you know I am loving that!  Really starting to feel like fall.

Yesterday afternoon I went out and did my last drawing of the day and it turned out to be one of those, “What the hell is this?!”  At first I thought it was going to be a face as I started with pink chalk, then a pumpkin as shades of orange came in and then it became this.

22 Oct 2017 5pm – Drawing I did yesterday afternoon and wasn’t sure what the heck it was supposed to be. Knew it had to do with energy somehow.

Then this morning I checked the news and saw this interesting article about Mars’ Moon Phobos.  I don’t know if you can see it, but I can see a bit of a resemblance to the picture of Phobos.  Reading the article and seeing Phobos helped me solve the riddle of this drawing.  Thank you Samantha Mathewson and Space.com!  If you look, there are energy waves emanating from this object and it is also surrounded by energy particles.  The pink flares coming out of either end are energy too.

Source Internet: A photo of Mars’ moon Phobos, taken by the High Resolution Imaging Science Experiment (HiRISE) camera on NASA’s Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter.Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona

https://www.space.com/38530-solar-wind-charges-mars-moon-phobos.html

Solar Wind Creates Electric Charge on Martian Moon Phobos

By Samantha Mathewson, Space.com Contributor | October 22, 2017 07:31am ET

NASA has set its sights on the Martian moon Phobos as a potential initial base for human exploration of the Red Planet — but powerful solar eruptions could throw a wrench in this plan.

A new NASA study shows that solar wind — the stream of electrically charged particles that the sun blows out into space — creates a complex electrical environment on Phobos, which could possibly affect astronauts and any scientific equipment brought to the irregularly shaped moon in future missions.

“We found that astronauts or rovers could accumulate significant electric charges when traversing the night side of Phobos — the side facing Mars during the Martian day,” William Farrell, lead author of the study from NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center, said in a statement. “While we don’t expect these charges to be large enough to injure an astronaut, they are potentially large enough to affect sensitive equipment, so we would need to design spacesuits and equipment that minimizes any charging hazard.” [Moons of Mars: Amazing Photos of Phobos and Deimos]

In theory, astronauts would travel to Phobos and remotely operate robots on the Martian surface, reducing the considerable time delay faced by Earth-based operators. NASA has considered Phobos as a possible initial base because its weak gravity makes it easier to land spacecraft, astronauts and supplies, according to the statement.

A photo of Mars’ moon Phobos, taken by the High Resolution Imaging Science Experiment (HiRISE) camera on NASA’s Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter.Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona

Phobos orbits incredibly close to Mars, and since it has no atmosphere and no magnetosphere it plows directly through streams of solar wind and absorbs the electrically charged particles on its dayside. This, in turn, leaves a void over its nightside. As a result, negatively charged electrons from the solar wind fill this void and statically charge the moon’s nightside. This same effect also occurs in other large shadowed areas on Phobos, such as Stickney crater, according to the study, which was published Oct. 3 in the journal Advances in Space Research.

“We found that excess charge builds up in these regions during all solar wind conditions, but the charging effect was especially severe in the wake of solar eruptions like coronal mass ejections, which are dense, fast gusts of solar wind,” Farrell said in the statement.

For the study, the researchers modeled the flow of the solar wind around Phobos, revealing that the buildup of static charge on the nightside and in shadowed regions can reach 10,000 volts in some materials, such as the Teflon suits worn by astronauts during the Apollo lunar missions, according to the statement.

Therefore, astronauts and rovers traversing these areas on Phobos could build up significant electric charges. For example, friction created by astronauts walking across the nightside surface could transfer charge from the dust and rock to their spacesuits. Then, when the astronaut touches something conductive, like a piece of equipment, it could release the charge — similar to static shock experienced after walking across a rug and then touching a metal doorknob.

Previous studies have shown that the same charging effect occurs in large shadowed craters in the north and south poles of Earth’s moon. However, Earth itself has an atmosphere and a magnetosphere that defends against the effects of solar wind.

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I found this poem in the poetry book I bought after I shared my drawings yesterday and wanted to share it with you.  It fits perfectly and aptly describes what it’s like for me sometimes when I am outside!

22 Oct 2017 – first drawing this morning after the morning sun dried the rain. Sometimes on mornings such as this one was, I feel like a bird with the wind in my feathers and like the large birds, fly next to and listen to the clouds as they pass by.

Favorite Poems Old and New Selected by Helen Ferris Illustrated by Leonard Weisgard, page 203

High Flight – poem by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds- and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of- wheeled and soard and swung

High in the sunlit silence.  Hov’ring there

I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung

My eager craft through footless hails of air.

Up, up the long delirious burning blue

I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,

where never lark, or even eagle, flew;

And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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17 Oct 2017 Knock at our door

Hello to you.  It’s Tuesday evening, 7:57 pm as I start to write to you.  How are you?  I hope you are feeling more clear-headed than I have been today.  I am feeling like you do with jet-lag and all I’ve been wanting to do is sleep!  The coffee I’m drinking as I sit here is helping a little bit – Starbucks Veranda “flavor.”  It’s not as good as the Bright Sky flavor we usually buy but lately it just hasn’t been in stock!

What we were given from our visitors this evening.

So this evening we were watching more of the Victoria television series and there came a knock at the door.  I figured whomever it was, they must be people we know such as neighbors or very brave souls!  It was dark, Link and Spot sounded ferocious and I hadn’t turned on our porch light yet.  I opened the door to find two women, Cindy and Sandy, and they were passing out pamphlets and an invitation to their church here in town.  I let them know that Kyle and I aren’t church going people but thanked them for their visit and we parted with Cindy saying a prayer for us.

Had this been even a couple of years ago, this encounter would not have gone the same.  Kyle and I used to identify spiritually as Pagans.   We used to get so frustrated and angry when people came to our door soliciting for Christ!  I had even put together a hand out to give to people coming to our door like this to explain what our beliefs were lol.  Some times there were even arguments and banishments from future visits from such people!

Then I changed…..

I’m not quite sure exactly when it happened,  but I think it was a couple of years ago in the heat of summer.  I had walked down to old town and encountered a young man who tried to sell me Christian books of some sort.  I of course declined to buy any of the books, but he and I ended up talking, almost in the middle of College Drive, for several minutes about our different beliefs and it was fantastic!  We agreed to disagree on several points but were mutually grateful to part our discourse with mutual respect, gratitude, kind words and a handshake.   Ever since that encounter, I decided that I would be different about how I received such visits at my door.  I would perceive it as an opportunity versus an inconvenience or intrusion.

So tonight I went out and spoke with these brave women, since it was very dark, we kept it short.  Even though they knew at our parting we probably would not be attending their church, we parted with hands held and a heartfelt prayer lead by Cindy for Kyle and I.  I let them know, as I try to for all such encounters as these now, that I was grateful they were out doing what they are doing.  There invitation may not have been for Kyle and I, but I feel certain that there will be a door upon which they knock that will accept.

In these times, there are many candles that have been blown out and need a light!  Sometimes those carrying the light need a “light” too.  That’s what Kyle and I have decided we want to be when we get these knocks on the door…..be a light in the dark.

What is your reaction or what do you do when someone from a church comes to your door?

https://www.poemhunter.com/quotations/famous.asp?people=Sossi Khachadourian

Quotations From SOSSI KHACHADOURIAN

Be the candle that lights other’s dark,
Don’t be savage for what you possess now,
They’re today your’s,
Tomorrows are always hidden gestures,
unknown!

(for my friend Sally from the WordPress blog My Beautiful Things: https://mybeautfulthings.com/ – she loves poetry and I have taken a liking to finding poems she may not have read before!)

End of Summer Poem by Rowena Bastin Bennett

(page 148 Favorite Poems Old and New)

The little songs of summer are all gone today.

The little insect instruments are all packed away:

The bumblebee’s snare drum, the grasshoppers guitar,

The katydid’s castanets – I wonder where they are.

The bullfrog’s banjo, the cricket’s violin,

The dragonfly’s cello have ceased their merry din.

Oh, where is the orchestra?  From harpist down to drummer

They’ve all disappeared with the passing of the summer.

 

16 Oct 2017 Detour to Keene

Hello to you, how are you doing? I have been feeling disconnected the past couple of days and it’s probably just the difficulty I am having synchronizing to Kyle working night shift. I really had hoped he wouldn’t get this shift again. He’s the infamous “low man on the totem pole” and one of the youngest people they have there, so he gets night shift.

Yesterday we took advantage of our time together to make a trip to Burleson. We wanted to see if Half Price Books had anything for me and to pick up an inexpensive pair of slip on shoes for Kyle to wear at work. Since we’ve been here, Burleson has become our favorite town. Pretty much everything we ever need is there and we don’t venture much further unless I have an appointment or we absolutely have to! Driving here in our part of the state is one word – awful. Thank you Burleson for being wonderful!

So I dug around in Half Price Books for quite awhile to try and find something to read. I almost bought a book called The Particle Zoo (https://www.amazon.com/Particle-Zoo-Search-Fundamental-Reality/dp/1784298670/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1508160429&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Particle+Zoo)  but decided to put it back.  I may return to get that one at some point. There were several other books that caught my interest, as if often the case when you go into a treasury of a store like this. I ended up with two. A book of children’s poems, “Favorite Poems Old and New” Selected by Helen Ferris and Illustrated by Leonard Wisegard and “Inferno” by Dan Brown.

I had sent Kyle into Academy Sports to find the shoes but all he found was either way too expensive, uncomfortable or a decent price but none in his size. We tried Kohl’s and it was the same story. Ultimately we found what we wanted in the new 5 and Below Store lol. What we have figured out when it comes to buying shoes, it really doesn’t matter where you buy them, they are all the same. They are not made to last. The price for them seems to be driven by the cost of the name of the store selling…or how much they are paying for rent lol! We have paid $60 for shoes that last less than a year and $5 for shoes we are still wearing. Shoes are definitely one of the things in our world made with planned obsolescence. It’s been so long since I’ve had a great pair of shoes!

After standing in line at yet another store that has 5 checkout lanes but only one or two people to run an entire store (comic Sebastian pops in my head, “Has there ever been 5 cashiers at this store?!!), our “public meter” was pinged. We headed home. We seemed to be well on our way until all the sudden break lights happened and the inevitable crawl and lane changing crap people do with their impatience at being obstructed by some sort of inconvenience.

We decided to get off I-35 and take a detour through Keene.

It was a much more scenic and peaceful drive going this way. We enjoyed the more relaxed pace, talking to each other about random things and taking in the fallish looking trees on either side of the road. This is Texas, so we don’t get a real fall. The kind with brilliantly colored leaves and all that – the fall I miss from childhood or from when we lived on the east coast.

It wasn’t until we got into Keene and Kyle mentioned it, that I fully realized what we went through in this town 3 years ago. It was almost a week to the day (19 Oct 2014), my friend Suzan Michelle Mize Sullivan died at the Town Hall Estates (http://www.americanreligious.org/town_hall_estates_keene.html).

As we drove by the building, so many memories flashed through my mind! Kyle and I had never been through something like this – losing our friend the way we did! We both felt so utterly and completely powerless to stop what happened to her! What we experienced of her life and death has become for us a prime example to us of how awful the “system” can be.

It’s not all tears for our friend Suzan, (we called her Michelle) though.

As I look across the street these days, at the house she and Carroll shared, I think she’d be so happy! People she loved so much (her oldest son, his wife and grandkids), gave her entire life for, are living there now and continuing to make the place home. I don’t see her in my minds eye or dreams like I used to. I am hoping this year will be free of any broken glassware or other strange occurrences in our house as the anniversary of her death nears.  I hope she is at peace wherever she decided her heaven was to be!  I will always miss her.

https://saymber.com/2015/10/19/19-oct-2015-the-last-blue-bowl-a-visit-from-a-lost-friend/ – a bit about what I’m referring to with strange happenings when the anniversary of Suzan’s leaving us nears.

Sometimes detours aren’t simply detours…..are you paying attention?  Is the traffic jam and your choice to find a path around it just mere coincidence?  

A sampling of poems from the poetry book:

 

A Book – poem by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book

To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

Of prancing poetry.

This traverse may the poorest take

Without oppress of toil;

How frugal is the chariot

That bears a human soul!

 

Fireflies – poem by Carolyn Hall

Little lamps of the dusk,

You fly low and gold

When the summer evening

Start to unfold.

So that all the insects,

Now, before you pass,

Will have light to see by,

Undressing in the grass.

But when the night has flowered,

Little lamps agleam,

You fly over treetops

Following a dream.

Men wonder from their windows

That a firefly goes so far –

They do not know your longing

To be a shooting star.