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Frothing Sun (Head-Lines~Wednesday~7/27/2011)


Monster Waves Behind Sun’s Coronal Heating Mystery?
The first question solar physicists are usually faced with when talking about the coronal heating problem is: "The sun's hot! Why are you surprised that its atmosphere is hot too?" It's not that the corona is hot that surprises solar astronomers, it's the fact that whereas the solar "surface" (the photosphere) is known to be a few thousand degrees Kelvin (or Celsius), the tenuous atmosphere just above has been measured in themillions of degrees Kelvin.

An analogy of this would be the air surrounding a light bulb being hotter than the light bulb's surface. It would actually get hotter as you moved your hand away from the bulb! That wouldn't make much sense, and the fact that the sun's atmosphere is hotter than the solar surface suggests something very weird is going on.


The heat of the great star fills our lungs with life, keeps us frothing with stories written by mortals, those who put a deed of sale upon the head of creation, slathered wanted posters with a list of foul conduct highlighted in red ink and a mugshot of the star melting the ice into rivers of steam and floating dis-ease.

On pins and needles, sweat, gnash and weep…

Storm Kills 25 in Philippines
Roiling winds, rushing water, a failure to seize, a loss all around if we don’t sense our duty. Come tempest, come ocean, come sea, raise your sway angrily upon the vermin of doom.

Cancers Might be Newly Evolved Species
Man is young in his journey. We evolve too slowly, metastasize too gladly, our thoughts rear their barren heads like moles.

Evolve! Evolve now, that we might grow our waning love.

Evolve! Evolve now, that we might bow with humble head and with love emblazoned upon our burnt skin.


© 2011 by mark prime


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