This montage will not be complete until it has Steve Harvey from Family Feud and Aisha Tyler and the guys from Whose Line leaping around in designer clothing while giving sultry looks to the camera. I demand that this happen ASAP.
That was a pretty good episode of Cosmos, although it wasn’t as wonderful as last episode’s discussion of gravity and the high-drama friendship of Newton and Halley.
It spent a lot of time in the world of cosmological theory, which I’ve always had trouble even tenuously grasping, probably because I have a limited understanding of mathematics. There are ways to make Einstein’s explanation of spacetime make sense, but I don’t think Cosmos demonstrated them well, and the SFX extravaganza of black holes as an intergalactic subway system, or possibly a gateway to other worlds, or perhaps a container for universes, just made things all the more confusing.
Last week’s show managed to acquire a balance of humanity and advanced scientific concepts. This episode had lots of the latter and little of the former, and it showed. Hopefully Cosmos can recapture the magic again next week.
Many people say
they have never seen
a ghost, but they
are wrong. Look up.
Betelgeuse, the red star
on Orionʼs shoulder
is a shade past dead,
going to glory in a radiant
blast of stellar matter.
We will not know for five
hundred years, when
a rude and piercing light
will illuminate us, like
a funerary telegram
left on the doorstep.
The sky is a memory,
a wraith made of moments,
of a thousand undead
eons and the feathery
headstones of the lost.
You can read this poem, and the rest I wrote, in the latest issue of the online literary magazine Still: The Journal. Please do not repost this poem without the link or credit.
Still: The Journal is an exclusively online literary journal. I had some poems published in it this quarter, and you can read them on the journal here.
Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.
Isaac Newton (via missamerican-pie)
I feel like this is my mantra at work.
I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have only been a boy playing on the seashore, diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay before me all undiscovered.Sir Isaac Newton (via skerwin)