Even though we know much more about the stars now -- about how they are born, live and die -- our physical existence is so tethered to them, that I am convinced that the stars will continue to inspire magnificent poetry.
How effortlessly millions of worthless human 'points' have spawned that are nothing more than signboards of hollow egotistic display. So, where is that social element of social media, again? Or did I miss something?
Sorrow never stops in the Balkans. It's the favorite topic, the inspiration, the poetic lament. It's the history. The recent flood that drowned the region, the worst recorded in 120 years, as usual showed how the scale of human tragedy translates into human solidarity.
This week the International Dark-Sky Association (IDA), astronomy clubs, and a host of U.S. national parks across the country celebrate International Dark Sky Week to raise awareness of light pollution.
He made a pretty good bad boy, that Rooney. And yet, I was totally unprepared, decades later, for his gritty, unflinchingly, unflatteringly realistic portrayal of Army, in Rod Serling's searing Requiem for a Heavyweight.
All you have to do is do a Google search on this topic and you come up with a whole slew of answers from as few as 100 billion to over 1 trillion stars. Why can't astronomers nail this number down to better than a factor of ten?
It's fruitless to speculate and spar over Frederickson's health, her motives, or her emotional or psychological well-being. These are conversations that distract us from considering the roles we play in keeping reality entertainment in big business.