Landing on a Rocky Rubber Duck

Big news from the Rosetta mission, written about here in November: the Philae lander woke up today! The lander had bounced when it arrived on the surface of the comet and wound up somewhere in shadows, where it could not get sunlight to keep its batteries charged. Within days of landing, it went into hibernation mode with the mission team still not certain where exactly the lander had planted itself. Seven months of silence until today.

The comet, which is making its way towards the inner solar system and the sun, turned in the right direction, or more likely, heat from the sun melted whatever icy ridge was shielding the lander, and then sunlight found the lander’s solar panels, and the batteries recharged. The lander, which is a computer about the size of a refrigerator, rebooted and began sending messages to the orbiter, which has continued doing its job of photographing the comet. Philae sent information today that it had stored seven months ago in its last few moments awake, when it detected that it did not have enough power to send but could at least save the data, just in case it ever “woke up” again. Almost gets me in the feels.

The temperature on comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko is very cold, but the lander’s operating temperature was reported as optimal: -35ºC. (Same as my heart.) Whatever’s optimal, it is working again.

http://twitter.com/ESA_Rosetta/status/610047662856007680

An article: http://www.iflscience.com/space/philae-wakes

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It took over a decade for the Rosetta space probe to travel approximately four billion miles. While not exactly a meander through the inner solar system—for several years it has been traveling at 34,000 miles per hour—its looping journey to Comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko actually led it be misidentified once, seven years ago this week, when astronomers noticed a previously unidentified asteroid heading our way. It was even given an asteroid name, 2007 VN84, before it was correctly identified and everyone laughed uproariously.

In August, Rosetta arrived at Comet 67P/C-G, its destination for the entire trip. Three times, the probe’s path brought it close to its home planet, which provided a gravitational swing each time to throw it farther away from the inner solar system. In one complicated months-long maneuver, it swung out by Mars, took a boost from that encounter to return to Earth at a faster speed, and then passed…

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Opus 40: An Update

Jen and I will be at Opus 40 today, so no new post. Gil Gutierrez is performing. Photos (and video?) to follow.

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In video in this article, saxophonist Sonny Rollins tumbles and continues playing after landing on his back in what may be one of the most heroic defeats of a “cringe-worthy” moment yet recorded.

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In March I wrote a column about a fundraising campaign to help restore one of my favorite places, Opus 40, in Saugerties, NY. There has been plenty of good news since March.

Built in an abandoned bluestone quarry in upstate New York by one man, Harvey Fite, Opus 40 is a contemporary American version of Stonehenge or the collection of Easter Island moai.

Photo by Tom Bookhout An aerial view. Photo by Tom Bookhout

Fite was a sculptor and fine arts professor at nearby Bard College when he purchased the bluestone quarry in the 1930s. If you have ever walked on a sidewalk in Manhattan, you have walked on bluestone from this or a nearby location. Using the rubble that had not become NYC sidewalks, Fite filled one six-and-one-half-acre section with hand-laid circles of bluestone paths and ramps, leading nowhere and everywhere, from fifteen feet below the ground level up to the magnificent…

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Ángel, el gato de amor

The following first appeared on April 12, 2015:

The stories about Angel’s supreme being-ness are too many to recount and they bore her anyway. Our entire Planet Earth, all four rooms of it—and, really, that’s three rooms too many but space is needed for all seven billion humans upon it—are here because she willed it through complete indifference.

Without trying, but after a really deep stare at nothingness, then a nap because she was shagged out after all that thinking, there was tuna, and even better, salmon treats, but there was no one to bring these savories to her. She developed opposable thumbs but was bored with the effect and thus willed thumbs onto someone who could use them to bring her platters of tuna, and even better, salmon treats.
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