These incredible images are the work of one Alan Friedman. Of the one above, he writes:
I drove to the Winter Star Party for the steady skies, warm temperatures and the company of good astronomy friends. But when I heard that the ISS would transit the sun nearby, (thank you Alan Traino) I had to give it a try. I was scheduled to give my talk 12:30-1:30 – the transit centerline was 69 minutes later, 20 miles to the north on Marathon.With help from Brian Shelton and Mark Beale, I finished my talk, jumped into the car with solar imaging gear and we got set up just in time to catch it. I underestimated the narrowness of this event. We were about 5000 feet south of the centerline in a good location… another 500 feet and we would have missed it entirely. Lucky day! The space shuttle Discovery, on its final mission for NASA, is docked to the ISS. Additional solar images from WSP can be seen here.
This one I find even more mesmerizing. I have literally been sat staring at it for about 7 minutes. I am kind of obsessed with the sun at the moment, stemming back to a radio interview I heard in which someone positited the idea that the sun might be conscious. It looks pretty conscious in this image, of which Alan writes:
A section of the solar disk recorded in 30mph winds at the Winter Star Party on West Summerland Key. The massive detached prominence was visible for hours. Skies were quite steady despite the wind.
He takes his photos (the peculiarity of that turn if phrase just hit me for the first time) with this innocuous thing:
Truly, these are the days of miracles and wonders.
Sorry, I’m listening to my brother Big Narstie’s song about a gas leak. It is on some NEXT HYPE! It’s got me wanting to punch a policeman! That is dictionary definition GASSED! RAGE! PAIN! OOOOOOOOOOWCH!
Crikey, I need a lie down. No lying down for me though, it is 13:40 and I am on a strict regime of MIXING just as soon as I have completed my blogging obligations, as highlighted in blue in my G**gle calandar right after “EAT SOME LUNCH YOU SPOON”. For your information I had a posh coffee from The Pearl and a croissant that I only slightly burned in my magnificent oven. My woman was good enough to leave the following on my desk as well, so I shall be getting into that shortly:
YES I AM A LUCKY MAN!
I am also a clever man, as evidenced by that magnificent advert I made for ATD25 up top. DOPE HUH? That took me ages that did. I still wanna make another one full of you lot, and if I get a few more entries I will do it. Upload them to Youtube as video responses to this OR send them to akirathedon at gmail dot com.
So, guess what I was doing on Sunday?
I was shooting my album sleeve. EXCITING NON? I had a vision many years ago, and my vision is being realised. It is a beautiful thing to have a vision realised. Shout out Andrew and Tim and Charlotte. And shout out ZEF, who has NEXT. And by next I mean two album sleeves to do, for a start. GOOD JOB HE’S A MINI GENIUS. Good thing for all of us, frankly. Imagine I had to go out with half-assed artwork? Shameful, I would be weeping all the time. SOB! MY ISH IS ALL WACK ON THE OUTSIDE!
Speaking of compilations (we sort of were, right?) Lethal Bizzle’s Best of Bizzlejust dropped, and its got one of the songs I produced for him on it, namely the swagnificent caper tale Police On My Back. Let us bask in its glory and remind ourselves of how we felt back in 2007 when it dropped!
I think I felt pretty good, myself. It was Summer, after all. I always feel good in the Summer. It’s the colour.
Colour! Thank you Matt for those congratulatory blooms, you are a lovely man. Actually, the post has been pretty great of late. I got Marvel VS Capcom last week – which is fucking insane, you get to fight fucking GALACTUS – and yesterday this showed up:
It’s well good so far, apart from the big picture of Memphis Bleek on page 43, so THANK YOU BROTHER LEE YOU ARE A KING.
Speaking of which, this is NOT ON:
Tigers are gassed right now. One big public win and they think they’re the new kings of the metaphorical jungle. They’re like The D’Alessio gang in Boardwalk Empire before Chalky got hold of them and Jimmy Darmody showed them what the fuck was up. Jimmy and Chalky tie in my affections as regards male characters in Boardwalk Empire, the first series of which we finished the other night, but this scene kind of pushes Chalky into pole position when I think of it. It is so legendary.
The best characters in Boardwalk Empire are all women though really. Certainly the most interesting. Given the circumstances, and deeply interesting times in which the show is set, this makes sense. American women did not have the right to vote in America in the 1920s, after all. This is not long ago. Not even the blink of a gnat’s eyelid in the context of our history. Shit is moving Flash-fast right now, and more importantly, we are adapting to it without even having to think too hard – if at all – at the same speed.
Here’s a couple of photos of Mars. They bear closer inspection. Some of us may be going to live there soon, after all.
But only some of us. Most will be left behind to scrabble about in the radiation for chicken bones. That’s why Gunm, AKA Battle Angel Alita always seemed so true to me. Because it was.
My Nan’s moving house on Friday. After twenty years in North Wales she’s going back to Cannock, back to where it began. She’s going to get shopmobility and zoom around the place with her sisters like they did when they were chiddlers. The circle of life. It’s a beautiful thing.
Shocks! Wiz Khalifa was on the radio last night calling Ghostface Killa, of the legendary Wu-Tang Clan “corny”, because of some wise ass shit spoken by the God Big Ghostface, of the word famous Big Ghostface blog!
“Ayo a nigga listen to this shit at the wrong time n he liable to start hangin one them posters wit the little babies dressed like animals n vegetables n shit on they walls,” he wrote. “A nigga might go cop one them calendars wit the kittens dressed up like they firemen n hang that shit in the hallway namsayin.”
“He played hisself yo,” said Wiz, when presneted with the comments as if they were made by Ghostface Killah from The Wu-Tang Clan, and not Big Ghostface Of The Word Famous Big Ghost Chronicles Blog, on the Star And Buckwild show. “We’re a young generation and he could possibly have sold some records to those kids. He’s corny for that.”
Again, HOLY FLAMING STUPIDITY BATMAN! You’re going to call Ghostface Killah “corny” because some shock jock just read some shit on the internet? ARE YOU MAD! You;re liable to get thrown through a rick wall for that sort of shit pupling! OH SWEET LORD THE CARNAGE!
The word awaited the holy thunder to emminate from Shaolin with baited breath,. And then Ghostface Killah released the following statement:
“Ayo i wanna address this bullshit going on, this website called bigghostnahmean is a fake website which i have no affiliation with or did i say anthing negative about any of them artists up on that page, got respect for all the young cats coming up doin they thing. tell the kid Wiz, its all love i respect him as a artist and got no issues wit him at all, Once again the website is fake, its not ya boy!”
“Ayo whattup yall its ya nigga Big Tone Raviolis n all that nahmean,” he wrote this morning. “Ayo we might gon be lookin at the last of a dyin breed namsayin. Niggas is infiltratin the gods domains n shit son. Ayo the Fortilive nigga…yalls probably familiar wit em n shit…he been goin covert on the god n makin calls to his law enforcement niggas n be tryin to shut a nigga down. The nigga got wires taped to his chest eyday all day my niggas. Haters n straight retarded niggas is gettin upset n shit over what a nigga sayin nahmean. N yo niggas is takin the Wiz shit a nigga mentioned here n there out they contexts n shit. Niggas is blowin shit up outta proportions nahmean. Ayo niggas is tryin 2 tame the lions nahmean. They holdin out they hands tryin to give the lion rice cakes nahmean. Ayo lionhearted niggas aint eat those namsayin. Niggas is consumin marsupials n shit nahmean. Yalls soft niggas aint know nothin bout that cos yalls is some rodent niggas namsayin. A nigga wit cinnamon in his heart aint gon feel what a nigga sayin right now. Niggas rockin perfumes is gon be offended by a nigga like that nahmeans. Ayo but thats on them son. But yo Imma keep this shit short n sweet yall. We gon see what happens nahmean. Ayo peace to my loyal niggas n my a-grade mamis thats holdin a nigga down n jumpin in front of bullets for a nigga. Yalls know what time it is.”