NEW HOBBY OR .....

I started playing with my poor, neglected astronomy program and thought "what the heck." I sort of forgot that the sky was the ancient book shelf. Your myths lived in the sky. Which myths depended on where you lived. I am most familiar with the Greeks so that is probably the sand box I will be playing in but, I forgot how interesting this might get. 

This is Cetus from Starry Night. Cetus is a sea monster. However I got the cart before the horse. I mean he was sitting there when I pulled it up this morning. So I went with it. More on the sea monster later. Note this constellation is often called the whale now. Cetus is the root word for cetacean. Whales. 

However to tell his/her story I have to mention Poseidon, the Neriads, Andromeda, her mother Cassiopeia, her father Cepheus, Perseus, possibly Medusa, Herodotus and what the Greeks thought Africa looked like say three thousand years ago, the possible original meaning of the word Ethiopia and I'm not sure what all. Why I couldn't have stumbled on something less complicated. Like the microscope or the sextant?

NOT OUR CHILDREN

I haven't been around for awhile. Frankly typing isn't as easy as it used to be. The political scene is crazy. It seems like everybody and his or her mother wants to be the democratic presidential candidate. The current occupants delusions aside, Mitch McConnell has been busy proving that the true power resides in the senate. He's proved it by blocking every attempt to block the escapades of tRump.

The senate is where the battle for survival of the country my family as almost four centuries invested in. The country I love in spite of the many flaws that are finally coming to the surface. Some asshole on Fox claimed that the treatment of migrant children detained in what amounts to concentration camps isn't a problem because they don't come from Idaho or Texas. They aren't our kids.

When the crammed to the walls of cattle cars trains pulled into the death camps women with small children automatically were "sent to the gas." If the guards were allowing any thoughts to go through their minds I suppose "they aren't our kids." might have flickered through as the prisoners were crammed into the death chambers. Sometimes, in desperation, a mother would hide her child in the piles of clothing left behind. Of course the child would be found. Found and included in the next set of prisoners in the dance of death.

Well. That entry didn't go as planned.

Anyway. I rediscovered my astronomy program. My favorite internet library has 365 Starry Nights. It will due until I can replace my lost copy. I believe I'll follow the stars for awhile and see where it leads me. I know there are some great pictures out there.