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Jupiter’s moon Io, photographed by Voyager 2, 10 July 1979.
The end of this blog’s Io-thon follows on from yesterday’s post. The photos used in this gif were taken with longer exposures than yesterday’s, so there is a better contrast between Io and the background. Two volcanic eruptions are clearly visible in the top-left: I think that they are from Amirani and Maui. There’s also an eruption on the right-hand side, but as its only lit by reflected light from Jupiter, it requires a lot of brightening to see (NASA’s photojournal shows it here).
You can also see a volcano in the south, tall enough to stay in sunlight even as the surrounding areas fall into darkness.
Yesterday I mentioned the bright spot glinting near the equator. I asked Jason Perry (who used to write an Io blog) about it on Twitter and he said that it “looks like specular reflection off of glassy, cooled lava near Hi’iaka Patera.” So there you go.
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Like the sun we will live to rise.
—Soundgarden (via michelephants)
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I love the smell of the universe in the morning.
—Neil deGrasse Tyson (via loveyourchaos)
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alley cat walk
I believe in the existence of chaos as much, or even more as karma. I don’t deserve this pain, but it’s happening anyway. I can’t get out and nobody can relate. can’t just can’t.
The National
—I Need My Girl
I Need My Girl//The National
my boyfriend is a solid introvert. you basically have to yell at him and grab his shoulders and shake him to get under his skin. this song came on as the back noise when we were raising our voices, then he said to me “you’re the most comfortable thing I have ever had. I don’t want to think about you walking out of our life.” some honesty, show your vulnerability, and throw in The National and you know I will calm down and stay with you.
And grief still feels like fear. Perhaps, more strictly, like suspense. Or like waiting; just hanging about waiting for something to happen. It gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn’t seem worth starting anything. I can’t settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.
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