Space is cool, we can all agree on that. But it’s also really terrifying. Last week, a bright streak of light, followed by a loud “boom” was seen and heard from Montreal to Ottawa. It was a meteor entering Earth’s atmosphere. It puzzled me because I thought we would have handle on these kinds of things. Shouldn’t someone in an observatory be updating us on all cosmic comings-and-goings? Why did this basketball-sized meteor catch us off guard? Turns out, on average, NASA identifies a potentially hazardous asteroid every day. I didn’t realize I was so oblivious to the enormous chunks of rock hurtling through space, directly at us, all the damn time.
That’s the topic of Mission Asteroid, a documentary airing this Thursday at 9 p.m.on CBC’s Doc Zone. It’s a behind-the-scenes look at the people who make it their life’s work to keep a careful eye on the heavens. I can’t wait to watch it, not only because it’s about my favourite topic, but because a good pal of mine, Jeff Thrasher, directed it.
PS – The Geminid Meteor shower is expected to peak on Dec 13 and 14 this year. They put on an especially beautiful display and because they’re relatively slow moving, fairly easy to spot. Mark you calendars, space nerds.
PPS – Confused about the difference between a comet, asteroid and a meteor? Check out this handy infographic.
Merry Christmas! Officially OK to start saying that now. There’s the smallest spattering of snow on the ground outside, I hung the saddest string of ornaments across my window (aka I decorated) and my folks are in town for their annual TO visit – Christmas is here. Hurrrrrraaaay (said with an eye roll and a large slug of whiskey).
Have a festive weekend y’all.
My life as a PR freelancer has its benefits: flexible working hours, comfortable office attire (sweats), never missing lunch because I’m too busy to run out, etc. There are also sizable drawbacks, including working on the weekend; Not only when I “have” to, but also just to catch up on all the organizational aspects of contract clients. This is going to be a working weekend for me, for the most part. S’ok tho. Sometimes it’s nice to have a reason to leave the party early.
Did I just write that? Damn.
Have fun times for me! XO
Man what a crazy week it’s been. I know Mercury left retrograde on the 10th but I think it might be lingering in my sign because shit has been hectic over here. And not just for me! Do you think Rob Ford blames retrograde for his week? Do you think Rob Ford knows how to spell ‘retrograde’? OK OK I’m sorry. I know. Too easy.
To cap off the week, here are some Internet gems you might like. (If you’re at work with an hour to go, you’re welcome.)
First things first, you need a soundtrack. How about The Avett Brothers covering Neutral Milk Hotel?
Not your speed? I’ve been listening to a lot of Paul Simon these last couple days. This jam in particular.
OK onto the links:
Finally, here’s a video of 7000 fireworks accidentally all going off at once (turn down your volume, it’s loud). Happy weekend, lovely readers.
When I think about WWII, the war both my Poppy and Gramps served in, I picture teenagers shooting teenagers because that’s what it was, basically. They were both boys when they joined and men when they came back. Poppy suffered from PTSD his whole life after. We all knew better than to come up behind him for fear of startling him and getting yelled at. He never, ever raised his voice to us except in those instances. The first time I inadvertently surprised him, he loudly scolded me and stormed off. I started to cry – I couldn’t have been more than 11 or 12 – and my Nanny explained to me that he got angry because it frightened him. Because in the war, it was the things you didn’t see coming that were the most terrifying.
I know he saw people die, he told those stories. I don’t know if he killed anyone for sure. I’m certain he did but he would never, ever speak of that. He’d rather tell us about the time both sides sang Christmas carols together or about how he fed a lost German solider and directed him away from an oncoming envoy, so he wouldn’t be captured or killed. His favourite stories to tell were about instances that he was kind to his enemy, or went above and beyond for his comrades. Kindness and bravery in the face of all that death.
Lest we forget.