how cool is the universe

Here's something that I think is awesome:

Space.

Space is amazing. It's one of those things on which I can spend hours trawling through Wikipedia pages, or hours flicking through Astronomy Picture of the Day pictures, or other such things. It just fascinates me no end. At the time of writing, APOD has a picture of the sky over the sea near Buenos Aires which shows Venus, Jupiter, the Pleiades, Aldebaran, an asteroid named Vesta and a dwarf planet named Ceres. I read, through clicking through to another page, that Ceres was the first object found in the asteroid belt when they were looking for a planet between Mars and Jupiter. See, I never knew that but it's fascinating. A bit more distracted reading and I find this diagram of trans-Neptunian objects and their orbital inclinations, which also shows a whole lot of other tiny objects floating around the outer solar system. This stuff is nuts. Also, it reminds me of the existence of an asteroid known as 87 Sylvia ('sif that's not named after someone I love dearly) which was the first asteroid known to have two moons. It's a freaking asteroid with a diameter smaller than Tasmania and it has moons!

At this point I could talk about the tweet I saw this week from some bloke, retweeted by a more famous bloke, which said words to the effect that the religious person's admiration of the universe is limited by the notion of God, but that the atheist person's admiration of the universe is infinite... I could talk about that, but I'd prefer to spend my time being amazed by Orion all over again.

clipped wings

My car
has been at the mechanic for the last week, and before that it's been out of action for the better part of a month, and before that it had been unreliable for quite some time. I really miss it! Now I know that you don't generally need a car when living in a city, and I have been able to manage fairly well without it. But I miss being able to drive. I miss it to the point of being whiney about it in general conversation, and even to the point of writing a whiney blog post after I'd determined not to be too whiney anymore. Dang it, I just want to go driving somewhere.

a solution to such a day

I had a rather flat kind of day today. I accomplished very little, after a number of days of accomplishing very little, such that the feeling of having wasted the day was compounded. Not even my procrastination was useful. Which is why I'm very much looking forward to

Sleep

on account of how it tends to provide a fresh start in a new day. I need it; life (thesis, wedding planning, organisation, finding employment, laundry, etc.) doesn't live itself in one's absence.

home again

There is nothing quite like coming home.

The new Barneys building

is finished, and we're settling in and inviting friends around and it all feels very home-like already. Which is excellent. We've been away from our site for six years, so that wasn't necessarily going to happen so quickly. Being away so long has been an excellent way to learn and re-learn that a church isn't a building but a gathering of Christians in any old place. But it's really good to be back, and we're all really thankful.

and you may ask yourself

I was travelling on a bus today and I overheard a couple talking with the driver. The driver was pulling out from behind another bus, a very tight manoeuvre in this instance which he managed well. The couple congratulated him quite sincerely, told him they were impressed he could drive a bus in wet weather, and asked him if it was difficult. They thanked him for driving so well and said they always try to say thank you to their bus drivers. So my happy thought for today is

Nice people.

I wrote this while watching Rage. People are strange, but if they're also nice, all is well.

capturing moments with contraptions

In my defense, I only missed a day because I didn't sleep the night before and I was exhausted and then I had the more important things of the day to worry about. But now, behold, I write.

This is a box. It contains a deconstructed Zenit E single lens reflex camera built in the Soviet Union in 1976. I am repairing it. Well, I mean this in an ad perpetuum kind of way. This photo was taken in May 2011 and I have made approximately 1 repair since, and I don't really know how to put it back together so that it works again, and all the repair manuals are in Russian. Anyway. My happy thought for the day is

Cameras

because I quite like them. And not just the newish, take-good-photos kind. I like the old, take-cool-photos kind as well. And I liked them before liking them made you a hipster.

See, what I like about cameras is how they are quite plainly machines, but their purpose is artistic. What's clear from that photo is that an old camera is a very mechanical device. Too mechanical for me to put it back together easily, but also more mechanical than one thinks about when seeing the pictures it takes:

(To be completely honest, this photo was taken using a Zenit 12XP from 1986, a successor to the E and slightly more advanced electronically - i.e. it has electronics - but very similar mechanically. It was also fitted with the lens from an E).

Basically, cameras are awesome for both sides of the brain. They're like music that you can touch. When I don't want to capture little bits of the world on even smaller bits of celluloid, I can be trying to fix something, and that also makes me happy.

Take this Falcon vest pocket camera for instance. Syl found this on Etsy, and when we bought it, it wouldn't even open. After we gradually prized it open, we detached the shutter mechanism at the front from the bellows. Syl did a great job of cleaning the bellows and making sure they didn't stick together much, while I got the shutter firing again. A deceptively complex mechanism. Pushing the shutter lever about 6mm moves a plate with a hole in it. The hole is then lined up with the opening at the front, but light is blocked by a second plate. The two plates are connected by an angled spring. When the first plate is moved, the spring is contorted to exactly the right point at which it decompresses itself by rotating. As it does so, it also rotates the second plate. The second plate has a sausage-shaped hole in it which passes past the opening at the front of the camera. The length of the sausage-shaped hole and the spring constant of the spring determine the length of time it takes for the hole to pass the opening at the front of the camera, and hence the exposure time. Basically, all of that goes into making a photo like those you saw here. Fixing up this camera has been a great little project for Syl and I, especially since we got to take photos with a camera made sometime before 1941. Yay!

water in the form of droplets

Woo! Blog makeover. Feelin' fresh.

I feel slightly slack for today's happy thought because it makes so many people's days unhappy. But there's something about

Rain

that I find soothing and relaxing (unless I'm drenched in it, and sometimes even then). Take the scene on the right for example, which I snapped the other day. It's hardly idyllic, because it's all rainy and grey and such, but it's serene. And I respect that in an inner-city park next to Broadway.

You know how different it is to walk around an empty university or school after nightfall, when it's all lit up differently to how you're used to and when nobody is about to spoil the silence? Rain does that to the entire world. It balances out the usual busyness with an enforced and temporary calm. And when it leaves, the world looks and smells fresh. I really enjoy that process, whether I'm in it or watching it from a cosy glass-shielded vantage point. In my younger, more emotionally frought days I noticed that rainy days calmed me down, as though the world's empathy with my depression was a balm. I still feel that, but I also just enjoy rainy days for their beauty.

While I'm talking about water from the heavens, I'd like to mention fog as well. I grew up in a town renowned for its fogginess, and the experience left me with a healthy appreciation for having one's head (and body too, for that matter) in a cloud while one's feet are still planted firmly on the ground. The reason I like it, in spite of its obvious detractors and dangers, is that it makes the world look both amazing and surreal.

If, by some chance, I've put you in the mood for a rainy day and yet such a day is not forthcoming (unlikely to be a problem in Sydney for a while), try going to http://www.rainymood.com/.

get lost (in a good way)

Today's happy thought of happiness:

Books.

I currently have 15 books (plus a bible and a diary) stacked on my bedside table. Why? Because it's more fun to read books than to put them away, of course! I think I've read more novels in the last year and a half than in the previous 5 years, and I'm loving it. So many stories, so many mysteries and adventures, images and intrigues. And so many of which I'd never read before.

The Day of the Locust was utterly bleak, with its portrayal of a Los Angeles where everyone is acting and even the houses are superficial. To Kill a Mockingbird was perfection. Pride and Prejudice was a lot more accessible than I'd imagined. I've gotten wrapped up in Wimsey mysteries and the Liveship Trader fantasies. I've thoroughly enjoyed Chandler's Marlowe crimes, both for the hard-boiled grit of the stories and the surprisingly natural description of their settings. And I've laughed at the tropes-before-they-were-tropes of Dracula.

I feel almost like I'm discovering something new in books, but I'm not — it's a rediscovery. I used to read so much I'd be late for my ride to school. I think I just wore myself out reading The Lord of the Rings seven times over in fairly quick succession, leading to a twelve-year dry spell. But it sure is good to be back with my nose in a book, losing myself in another world, letting my imagination roam again.

My current read, a mystery called The Floating Admiral, has chapters written by fourteen different authors. It's not the most coherent story, and the authors keep subtlely venting their annoyance at the frayed ends left by those writing before them, but it's quite interesting and not a bad mystery. Next up is another Chandler. After that...

why opinion fights are uncool and tea is brilliant

About four months ago I finished a photo-a-day-for-a-year project that took me fifteen months. You can find this project here if you so desire. I quite enjoyed it, though it was hard, and for the most part my photography skills turned out to be below what I hoped for. Still, it made me view the world slightly differently, and that can be a good thing. And it coincided with Syl and I starting a vintage camera collection; these two are from a Falcon pocket camera we restored. Syl worked on the bellows and the finish, while I got the shutter working and opened the camera mid-roll to give it that old-timey feel. I'm such a n00b.

I enjoy writing, but I don't do much of it. So I'm going to do a similar thing. I'll write a bit each day for a week, and see how it goes.

Yesterday I finally finished playing Portal 2. I say "finally," not because it took me a long time to play it, but because I just didn't start playing it for months after I got it. Brilliant game, should have played it sooner. I thought the ending credits song was a bit weaker than in Portal, but since "Still Alive" was sheer brilliance I think I'll let it slide. The Portal games have such an excellent mix of fun, puzzles, dry wit and satire. Yep, quite enjoyed it.

Watched the first episode of Dollhouse on TV tonight. Thought it started a bit weakly, but it drew me in over the course of the episode. Looks like another piece of Joss Whedon magic, just a bit more serious.

And here's a thing I'm noticing: I have very little to write about here. I've been thinking about doing this lately, and going over old blog posts, and it looks like I used to care about things in general a lot more than I do now. Maybe it was when I realised that the people who engage in debates on internet comment streams aren't actually solving anything... there's something singularly unappealing about opinions thrown in a public arena like armed robots in a ring. It's not that I don't care about stuff, but that I can't be bothered engaging in arguments like that. They contribute nothing to human intelligence or reason because nobody listens, everybody shouts, and the sum total is a hundred million little balls of interconnected anger strewn around the globe. So I really don't want to write about my opinions, or start arguments, or talk to the intarwebs about deep and intellectual topics. Not with anger anyways, and not without respect, smiles, tea and civility.

So I think, each day, I'm going to share something happy. A happy thought. And today, my happy thought shall be:

Tea.

Tea is brilliant stuff. I've been having a lot of tea lately, a lot more than usual, because for one reason or another I've not been drinking as much coffee as I normally would. I have discovered that English Breakfast Tea is actually The Bees Knees. It's mild enough that weak little me can drink it black and unsweetened; it's also brilliant with honey and lemon. I like it. Tea is definitely a feel-good drink. It's exceptionally good at warming the cockles of one's heart on soggy winter days, particularly when taken with bara brith and good company (thanks Syl). In fact, I think I may get myself another cup right now and curl up with a book.