Too many stories showed pictures of total solar eclipses instead of annulars. Confusion abounded as what you'd see from within the path versus elsewhere. At least they all emphasized the danger of looking directly at the Sun.
It was clear to many in the room that she was providing the missing feminine voice capable of renewing the Goddess Movement on a global level after it disappeared underground following the backlash of its New Age commercialization in the '80s.
While I'm incredibly sore that I couldn't be in New York today to see the Space Shuttle Enterprise arrive aboard NASA's carrier jet, living in Boston has allowed me to enjoy some first-rate experiences. The single luckiest event so far would have to be the Cambridge Science Festival.
For the past eight years, Jesse Bransford has systematically engaged with ancient visual symbols and the cultural lore surrounding the seven classical planets.
After two more people had arrived, the decision was made to dim the lights and start the movie First Orbit. This unique film shows a nearly continuous orbit of the Earth as seen from the International Space Station, simulating what Yuri Gagarin would have seen on his flight.
It turned out that the time Dr. Nicholas Patrick had actually spent flying in space had accounted for only .6 percent of his total time as an astronaut! However, the way he spent 1/3rd of his time was something he found just as satisfying -- engineering.
Could there be a faster way to discover interesting galactic neighbors? Is there some scheme for detecting aliens that might work quicker than tuning in their radio transmissions or hunting down their laser pulses?
"The thing I want people to take away is the example of international collaboration that created and built the space station. It's just awe-inspiring."
What kept me going was the knowledge that on Wednesday, the day after my last midterm, Mars would be at its closest to the Earth all year.
Only one week of classes stands between Boston University's student body and spring break, and the halls are ringing with the ever-popular question, "Where are you going?"
As someone who likes to think they have a pretty good imagination, I've always had a lot of fun with pareidolia, the fancy, scientific name for seeing patterns or pictures in nature where none exist.
Based on my routinely exhibited ability to make grandiose statements that can't be proven wrong but for which I nevertheless have no proof, I've always thought I would make an excellent astrophysicist.
Nine years ago today, I'd been visiting Washington D.C. with a group from my church when we'd heard that the Space Shuttle Columbia had been lost on reentry.
Although it all sounds ridiculous today, in 1835, knowledge of the moon was lacking and the belief in extraterrestrial life, including lunar life, was commonplace.
As a New Yorker, I know I haven't seen more than a handful of stars on any given night and the sad thing is, I didn't remember what I was missing until I watched The City Dark.