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The astronomer rips off her glasses, tosses them onto her workbench
and closes her eyes to force the thousands of pinpricks of light she can't really see
to manifest from the dot-matrix printouts scattered around her like the
remnants of a ticker-tape parade for creatures much bigger than her,
and waits for the numbers to coalesce into something beautiful.

She's been scanning the same distant corner of the night sky for six months
because she knows, she just knows that there's something there.
There has to be something there because the math is wrong;
a radiative fluctuation with no perceived cause has been poking at her brain,
a flashlight with dying batteries shined in her direction from eighty light-years away.
Tomorrow she'll put in a request for another hour of telescope time,
crank the massive array a fraction of a degree to the west and try again,
with fresh coffee and newly-sharpened pencils and Aphex Twin on the stereo.

The poet steps out onto his roof and looks up through the city haze at pinpricks of light
he can't really see, and lights a cigarette and closes his eyes and takes comfort in believing
that what he suddenly sees will be proved, some day, by scientists with pencils in their hair.


what say you ??

I want some of whatever you are smoking!!!

that would be earl grey

The stars were my friends and guides for many years.I was a ship´s navigator and before sat nav arrived we used them to find our way across vast oceans.

Twice a day (sunset and sunrise) we would measure the angle between six stars and the horizon with a sextant(you need to be able to see both star and horizon,this only occurs at twilight). Then with some mind boggling mathematics involving spherical trigonometry we ended up with six lines on a chart.Where they crossed was our position.

Nowadays ´tis all computerised of course.Which is fine.Until the generator packs up and you have no electricity.........

typical , you put up a thread about sex and it goes through the roof (literally) you write something with no sex and get ignored


hell you guys are hard to please yeah im a bit bored

sounds fantastic tho

well ...the old saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder is true... and holds true for both the astronomer and poet... but the astronomer is too concerned with details... where, when, how far off, what the star is composed of... the poet is only concerned with the fact that they exist... and he is happy in knowing that simple fact...he sees more beautiful stars by using his heart. the same holds true in life... if you get too into details... you miss the big picture, and alot of times the big picture is beautiful. the answer of a hopeless romantic i guess...

sex thru the roof .. under the stars

weiners not that big....to go through the roof!!


But the tongue is

Welcome to my world..... posted 17 threads and had 73 posts.

I would have to say that the person that sees the most beautiful stars is the man that his hit in the head with a frying pan by his loving wife.

Zee

The most beautiful stars are those you see looking in your lover's eyes.

It's been cloudy a while.

me when i am able to see the eyes of my beloved one

Becareful Alex your beloved one may make you see stars.

my beloved one is nice, sweet and lovely
yes she will make me see stars as i said before
she will make me feel like in heaven

Just teasing you.



I'm in a real good mood today.

now i am confused

do yuo mean i wil not see stars each time i will loke at the eyes of my beloved one

how do you know my feelings?

No Alex not at all.

I wasn't picking on you.

I was cracking a funny.

You know when someone wacks someone side the head in cartoons and all of a sudden they see stars?

no i dont

i am not a cartoon

besides that my beloved onw is nice and sweet
she will not wack me side on the head

somechick was being FRIENDLY!!!!!!!