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07 December 2012 @ 08:12 am
of glass and gas  
Had fun yesterday afternoon nosing around in the basement of the science library.  Stuff germane to the novel, and also some nostalgia for the simpler days of my astronomical youth – issues of Sky & Telescope from the fifties.  Curious kind of time trip – an ad for the $49.95 4-inch Dynascope that opened up the universe for me when I was in 7th grade. (It was wobbly and fragile; they discontinued it right after my father bought one for me.  If I'd held on to it, it would be a valuable antique.) (Checking up on that, there are exactly none for sale in the old-telescope market, though thousands were made.  I should've held on to it.)
Nice nostalgia trip, anyhow.  How simple life was and how little we knew that.
We went to see a pretty worthless arty movie at school last night – two, actually, mercifully short:  "Slow Action" and "I Know Where I'm Going," both by Ben Rivers.  Static random artiness, as far as I could tell.  One is on a tropical island and the other is in a Scotland winter.  That one at least has a human being, a demented old man who croaks out orphic mumblings through his beard as he picks up things and looks at them.  I suspect that Mr. Rivers can write one hell of a grant proposal.