Monthly Archives: December 2012

Screw the Sparkles

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It’s not uncommon for me to joke about kind of wanting to have a sparkle-y tiara. Now, I don’t know about you, but I gave up my princess ambitions long ago; I do I think, however,  it would be a fun thing to have around when feeling blue. Because when life is getting you down, wouldn’t it be awesome to be  have sparkle-y pretty jewel perched atop your head around the house? Or is it just me?

ANYWAY. I’m not feeling so hot today… I’m hoping it’s just a mean case of allergies to who-knows-what, but it’s looking pretty possible that it’s a cold. Blarg. You would think that I’d be in-my-mind reaching for that aforementioned tiara….but, as it turns out, these pom-pom tiara-y headpieces I spotted over on Style Bubble‘s coverage of Cats and Brothers clothing collection managed to make me crack a grin (at least on the inside – the outside may’ve been stuck on some kind of light pout).

Yeah, the clothes are pretty rad (loving the above sweater muchly), but it’s the pom-poms that seem to really grab my attention. They’re making me sad that I seem to have everything BUT a bunch of pom-poms hanging around my apartment, because you can bet your bottom that my grumpy self is actually itching to try my hand at making one of my own.

Screw the sparkles – I want to top my head with bunches of pom-poms.

Pale Blue Dot

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I know that this fantastic short animated video by ORDER which brings the words of Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot monologue to life is currently careening around the web, but I thought it was worth a share regardless. Sagan‘s original speech was inspired by a photograph taken of the Earth in 1990 by the Voyager 1 spacecraft.

It was taken from a record distance of around 3.7 billion miles from Earth.

Great as the animation is, it’s only a portion of Sagan’s piece. Here is “Pale Blue Dot” in its entirety:

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
—Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space, 1997 reprint

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