Blogging… sounds almost like a punishment
Ever have one of those days where no matter how hard you try you can’t think of anything to write? In college, the professors would always warn us “Don’t write the writer’s block story… it’s been done to death.”
I’m sure it has. “Never write the solo person in one room. Nothing happens.” There’s some sense in the advice too – unless of course you’re me. Right now, my office is three stories above my library. Which is now conveniently referred to as Archives.
The room I currently occupy, much like the T.A.R.D.I.S., has the ability to transport me, my trusty laptop (named Hera – she runs Vista, what can I say) and any additional accoutrements I may need to wherever I see fit. Currently, we’re planning a trip past the pleasure planet Teytruis. I’ll leave the sordid details of my stop to your imagination.
Then, I think we’ll swing around towards the galaxy. I want to see this “Super Massive Black hole” for myself.
I read “Death by Black hole” by Neil DeGrasse Tyson (an excellent read, by the by) about a year ago, and since then, I’ve been chomping to get see this thing close up (relatively speaking).
Any another thing, since at the point of singularity, all laws of physics break down and we can’t really see past the event horizon in a black hole (because you know, it’s a black hole), that means the singularity could look like anything.
I vote for dinosaurs.
