(Gas Pillars in the Eagle Nebula [M16]: Pillars of Creation in a Star-Forming Region. Click on image to enlarge.)
Every Thursday, I post a very large photograph of some corner of space captured by the Hubble Space Telescope and available online from the picture album at HubbleSite.
The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,—
No higher than the soul is high.
~~from "Renascence" by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Thursday, May 28, 2009
HUBBLE THURSDAY
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Incredibly OT, but I did not want to create a zombie thread.
Anyway.
Part of the fun of living with a Park Ranger in a new duty station are the new books that come home, books you would never have read otherwise.
Case in point: The Nisqually, My People by Cecelia Svinth Carpenter, published by Tahoma Research Service, copyright 2002.
From page 101:
>>Another method used to shape the children's behavior was to frighten them with the Niqually boogey man called the "siatco" which was imagined to be a wild Indian roaming the woods after dark. It was believed this creature would prowl around the edge of the village to scare the children. The children were told that the siatco would at times grab one of them and carry them into the dark forest and perhaps devour them. The siatco was sometimes called a Sasquatch. Because he was thought to be covered with hair he earned the name Bigfoot.<<
Just thought you'd like to know. Happy researching!
Faskinatin', Cowboy Diva.
And I see no problem conflating galaxies and Edna St. Vincent Millay, why should I object to the insertion of sasquatch history?
My plan, with my anthro/archeology degree, was to go to work for the Park Service. Back before I ran off to the lesbian-separatist land collective and became a working-class revolutionary instead. I wonder who I would be if I had followed that career path. I think I would still have had a good life. I'm a huge fan of Nevada Barr's books for just that reason, a sort of nostalgia for what I might have become.
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