There's a fair amount of talk going on right now about rogue planets wandering about between the stars. None of this surprises me in the least, because when I was high school physics, we had to mess around with a solar system building program. It was THE BANE OF MY HIGH SCHOOL CAREER. Even the physics nerds were getting frustrated with it. Every single time you set something up, all the planets would go rocketing out into space.
May. 22nd, 2011
Today, I got a fair amount of writing in, on top of a nice exploring walk. I achieved one of my goals--walking across the I-90 Lake Washington Bridge! 1.6 miles from shore to Mercer Island, high above rippling black water. And, to get there, I had to walk down this path lined with philosophical quotes from Jung and Nietzche, and then a ridiculously long tunnel. And then the unending expanse of highway cacophony and wind. I was thinking, "this must be what Purgatory is." Of course, I didn't truly discover Purgatory until I got to the generically upscale suburban wasteland that is Mercer Island.