Yellow Dot

The Red Line was a mess again last night, so Amy and I opted to ride the Orange Line till Capitol South, then just trek home from there. It was a cool evening, the last glow of sunlight fading over the southwest horizon, the sky clear and mostly cloudless.

As we walked towards the Capitol Lower Terrace, I remembered that Comet Holmes was still bright, so we looked up to the northeast sky. It was a bit hard to find, but sure enough, in the constellation Perseus (to the right of Casseiopeia’s flat sideways “W”), there was a faint, fuzzy yellow dot, visible to the naked eye despite the bright, diffuse glare from the floodlit Capitol Dome. Far out there, a dying comet had just belched a cloud of ice and dust, bright and reflective enough that it could shine down on us even through urban light pollution.

Sadly I had no camera with me, and it probably wouldn’t have been able to pick up that faint, fuzzy yellow dot anyway, even without the light glare. Times like these I wish I had a telescope, but then that would mean lugging it all the way down to the National Mall and setting up the tripod and it makes me sleepy and tired just thinking about it, so here’s Spaceweather’s Comet Holmes gallery instead.

Then we went home and ate dumplings and noodles, and Amy sketched an Osage Orange we had picked up, and I played multiplayer Half Life 1 and sucked at it.

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NoBkPrk.jpg It would appear that bikes are no longer welcome along the railing at Foggy Bottom-GWU Metro.

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NGA.jpg Looking toward the National Gallery East Building after looking at Hopper and Turner.

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Caturday!

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Pandora on her little scratching and sleeping rug by the couch. I wish she would get up on the couch to join us once in a while. She doesn’t seem to like it up there.

RLP’s Book

RLP.jpg Once upon a time, Real Live Preacher wrote a book. It didn’t sell too well through regular publishing channels, so he started selling the remainder himself. With each order, he would personalize the delivery with a free gift and a pithy dedication commenting on the buyer’s shipping address.

It was then that he discovered a key marketing tip: people like a personal touch. The good news: orders poured in. The possibly-not-so-good news: he would still have to personalize each one.

I’m glad Preacher kept it up. His audience loves his thoughts, and he loves them right back by adding a little extra thought for each reader to call his own. I just got my book in the mail, with a note on the title page about my home near the Capitol, and a little CD of Celtic lute music by his friend Ben Tavera King. That goes on the shelf right beside N.T.

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Lock4.jpg View of C&O Canal Lock 4 from the Thomas Jefferson St. bridge on a cold, rainy Thursday morning.

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