Electric Blue…

So today when I left work to go pick up my kid from school I checked out the brush at the far end of the parking lot before driving off.  I heard a Yellow Warbler singing!  My first warbler this year!  Then something even more amazing happened, I spotted a gorgeous bird I hadn't seen in over 6 years — an Indigo Bunting.

Indigo Buntings have iridescent blue plumage that lights up when the sunlight hits it, and they are often described as “electric blue”.  I feel incredibly lucky right now, given how long it has been since I've been able to enjoy watching an Indigo Bunting, and I am filled with anticipation for my birding trip tomorrow to Mt. Auburn Cemetery!  Woo-hah! 


MyPublisher — Neat Idea!

This is a pretty cool idea, for a relatively inexpensive fee this company (MyPublisher) will take a series of digital photos you've shot and print them in a bound book for you.  (Found on J-Walk Blog. Thanks John, for sharing that!)

$29.95 will get you an 8×12 hardcover book with 10 pages that contains up to 80 photos printed on glossy paper.  (Additional pages of are $2.95 per page.)  Hardcover bindings include linen and leather.  $9.95 will get you a “pocket book” which is a 6×8 inch paperback book, with the same number of pages/photos, and the same glossy paper.  (Additional pages $0.49 each.)

You put the book together using software that lets you pic a cover photo, title, captions for photos many different page layouts, etc.  Then you just pick photos off your hard drive and enter the information into the software, and click a button to place the order when you are done.  (Presumably it uploads all the photos so this could be a *long* upload if you don't have high speed internet.)

I think it is a neat idea! 


Thanks Recycle Guy™

Where I live we have curbside recyclables pickup every other week.  Yes, every other week Recycle Guy™ comes to our house and dumps our recyclables into his binmobile.  Though I believe it's every citizen's civic duty to recycle… I have to admit, I hate Recycle Guy™…

Well I don't really HATE him of course.  It's just that every other week he commits the grave sin of annoying the piss out of me.  You see Recycle Guy™ always manages to leave one and ONLY ONE item behind each time he graces us with his presence.

Sometimes the item deemed “unacceptable” makes sense… a yogurt tub with some remaining yogurt residue due to incomplete washing, or a bottle from which we forgot to remove the label.  Other times it seems like officious rules-lawyering … “All boxes shall be broken down completely.“  Including, say, a Good & Plenty™ box?  Come on.  I mean, it's all boxes shall be broken down within reason, yes?  Nope.  You must tear open both ends of your six-inch long, quarter-inch high candy box or he won't take it.  The box a single bar of soap comes in will be left behind if you don't “break it down”.

Often the rules are contradictory.  For example, styrofoam is recyclable, but a big styrofoam packing brace must be broken down into pieces.  But Recycle Guy™ can only take styrofoam with the recycle-symbol on it.  So if you don't break down the styrofoam packing brace, he won't take it, and if you do break it down, he'll rummage through the styrofoam segments for the one which has the symbol, take that one and leave the rest.

Then there's weeks like this one, where every single recyclable item was 100% acceptable–properly washed, delabeled, broken down, blessed, and offered up on the altar to the god of reuse.  Nevertheless, his archangel Recycle Guy™ will STILL leave one and only one item behind.  It's as if he believes that recyclables are grown, and a seed must be left behind for the next crop.  This week it was a perfectly broken down Honey Nut Cheerios™ box.

The natural (read: paranoid) assumption is that Recycle Guy™ is an obnoxious bastard who is deliberately trying to drive me insane.  (“Perhaps next week I will take your paltry cereal box, or PERHAPS NOT!!! MUAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”)  The reality is probably far more mundane.  With all due respect to Nathan Lane, Recycle Guy™ is not sitting in his den in a smoking jacket sipping cognac and giggling “I left the cereal box.”  (3 points to whomever guesses the movie reference.)  My wife is probably right when she says that Recycle Guy™ is just sloppy and lazy, and anything that doesn't tumble out of the recycle bin when he tips it over the back of his binmobile is ours to keep.

Be he lazy, officious, or dastardly, Recycle Guy™ nonetheless pisses me off, and each recycle day, when I get home from work and collect the overturned bins from the curb, I find myself staring at the item left behind… and fantasizing about making him eat it.   Thanks Recycle Guy™.


Sounds of Spring — Birds and Laughter

I started the day on a positive note today.  For the first time this year I heard old whitethroat singing when I stepped into my backyard (White-throated Sparrow).  Also heard: House Sparrows, American Goldfinches, Black-capped Chickadees (singing the summer song) and a Northern Cardinal.  Only managed to see the cardinal on the brief walk to my car but we take what delight where we may.

Speaking of Vanessa, there's something wrong with the black panels near my windows… they're all streaky… I think something ate through the clearcoat… maybe I got window cleaner on them the last time I washed the windows.  Looks like I'm going to have to replace those panels.

She still looks beautiful though.  This morning when I pulled up at Lynnea's school to drop her off, a young lady in a Jeep parked behind us and ran in to school ahead of us carrying a cake box.  Later when I walked back out to get into my car, I stopped to check out the Jeep.  I had been partial to Jeeps at one time.  I glanced back and forth between the two cars and then said “Naah, I like mine better.”  It was then that I heard laughter behind me.  Apparently the woman who had carried in the cake box had walked out behind me.  Oops.  “Sorry, I didn't know you were there.”  I said (embarrassed) and then hopped into Vanessa and drove off.  I really have to pay more attention.  Ehhh, no biggie I guess.

Now it is about 6:20 PM here on the East Coast of the USA, and the sun is getting low in the sky, but it is a gorgeous day.  My office window is open and the breeze coming in is coolish but not cold, and smells of spring.  I can hear Common Grackles and Red-winged Blackbirds singing.  I love Spring.  It just fills me with joy.

Supposed to go birdwatching on 5/1 at Mt. Auburn Cemetery with my buddy Brian.   Hope that is still on… gotta check with him.  Happy Spring, everyone!


Secret Service Questions Teen About Anti-War Drawings

I wish I were making this up, but I'm not.  A 15-year-old kid has an art assignment to draw several pictures and keep them in a notebook.  Some of his drawings are political in nature and are against the war.  He depicts George Bush as a devil launching a missile.  He draws a picture of a Middle Easterner carrying an effigy of Bush's head on a stick.

He passes in his assignment and…

… The 15-year-old boy's art teacher at Prosser High School turned the drawings over to school administrators, who notified police, who called the Secret Service.

“We involve the police anytime we have a concern,” Prosser Superintendent Ray Tolcacher told the Tri-City Herald newspaper.

Secret Service agents interviewed the boy last Friday. The student, who was not arrested, has not been identified.

The school district disciplined him, but district officials refused to say what the punishment was. Tolcacher said the boy was not suspended.

[...]

“If this 15-year-old kid in Prosser is perceived as a threat to the president, then we are living in '1984',” Cravens said…

Full story at USAToday.com, I saw it first at the blog of John Aravosis — AMERICAblog, thanks for sharing that John.

Now obviously I haven't seen the pictures, so it's tough to say either way if all this hubabaloo was necessary, but it sounds like overkill… much like the six year old boy that was suspended from school awhile back for kissing a six year old girl.

Given all the attention it received these must have been egregiously violent pictures.  But I have a funny feeling they might not be.  Why?

Let me ask a question… anybody here ever draw pictures of soldiers shooting each other when they were young?  I sure did.  You didn't need army guys, cause you could just draw little stick men, then pretend they were shooting at each other and scribble them out when they died.  I'm sure I must have drawn hundreds of pictures of abject violence.  In fact when I was in highschool I loved to draw nasty looking monsters, and I even showed them to my teachers.  I'm pretty sure I can't remember anyone ever calling the police.

Nowadays if a kid expresses a violent thought or draws a violent picture, people seem to have a tendency to… overreact, a bit?  The fear-culture is alive and well. 

Peace…


Sid Meier is the Devil

Several years ago I was in a computer software store looking for a new game to play on my PC.  I grabbed “Sid Meier's Civilization III” off the shelf.  Little did I know that the deceptively innocent looking box housed the Necronomicon of games…

I took the game home and installed it and started playing at about 6 PM.  At 7 PM my wife brought me supper (what a sweetie).  At 10 PM she stuck her head in and said she was going to bed, and asked “Are you still playing that game?”

At 5 AM my wife came downstairs to find me zombified at the computer, my bloodshot eyes staring into the void of Civilization, my carefully placed cities and units basking in my undivided attention and instructions.

“What the hell is wrong with you?  You never came to bed!”

“Sorry honey, it's just a really fun game.”

“How fun could it possibly be?”

“Here you try it.” I said, saving my game and sitting down in the comfy brown chair in the corner as Pat sat down to give the game a whirl.

Within moments I dozed off, having been up all night.  I woke several hours later, well past lunchtime, to find Pat huddled over the game with her growing Egyptian civilization fighting the Germans for control of a large island.  I went out to get chinese take-out.  So the day went.  The next morning at 5 AM I came downstairs to find poor Patty still glued to the computer managing her truly gigantic Egyptian empire.  I teased her by saying “What's so fun about that silly game?  How much fun could it be?”

She turned her angry bloodshot eyes on me and pointed to my chest, saying, “YOU had to bring this stupid game home!  Why did you make me play this fucking game???”

Civilization III (official site) is a game where you control and grow a infant culture into a full fledged modern society over a timespan from 4000 BC to a distant future date. You begin the game (typically) with one settler (a unit that builds cities), and one worker (a unit that improves land around cities, building roads, mines, irrigation, fortresses, etc.)

Over the course of the game you explore the world, looking for good spots to build new cities, and various natural resources (iron, saltpeter, horses), as well as luxury items for trade and keeping your citizens happy (silks, gems, wines, furs, spices, incense, etc.)  As you progress your wisemen will discover new technologies and ask for direction as to where to focus their research.

You will encounter other civilizations and trade luxury goods or resources with them, you may trade technologies with them.  You will build embassies, declare wars, negotiate peace treaties and enter into alliances.  You will sail across oceans to distant lands in your race to populate the world with your civilization.  You will construct famous wonders of the world such as the Great Wall or the Hanging Gardens.  You will combat disease, starvation, pollution, poltical unrest, and if need be, nuclear winter.  The game has multiple win conditions of which only ONE is the subjugation of all the other civilizations.

All of this, of course, takes many many hours of game time, and when it is all said and done, what have you accomplished?  NOTHING.  This addictive game will draw you in with the allure of exploring the unknown and achieving great things, but none of it is real, and managing the world takes a lot of time and effort.

Once you've wasted countless hours on the basic game, you can go out and buy expansion packs for it… so that you can waste even more time.

I swore many months ago that I was never playing it again, and I held out for a long time.  Pat still plays it a lot.  Recently I broke down and started playing again… another one of Sid Meier's junkies.  Civilization will eat your brain and swallow your soul, and that's why it's rated Efor Evil…


Other evil perpetrated by Sid Meier:


EDIT: typo, thanks James!


Cheese Is Funny

I mentioned that to my friend Matt and his girlfriend Sarah not long ago, and they both looked at me like I had cottage cheese for brains. I've enjoyed comedy all my life, and in fact have written plenty of it in my days. I came to the realization that cheese was inherently funny back in my early 20's (that would have been in the late 1980's or early 1990's.) It's hard to pin down the exact moment that I realized cheese was so funny, but I will try…

Back in that era I watched an infomercial selling some sort of street-skates (rollerblades I think), at about 1 in the morning, that went on for about a half hour. They went through a number of different semi-humorous segments to sell their product, but the last segment is the one I still remember today. The premise of that segment was a bunch of executives sitting around trying to decide how to sell this great skate, intercut with examples of the proposed advertising ploys. First they talk about “fun” and then you see a guy having a blast with his skates. Then they talk about “cool” and then you see some trendy kids on the skates. Cut back to the board room and somebody mentions that nothing sells like sex. After that you are treated to images of a blue-eyed blonde hottie in a black bikini, curled around a single skate and looking coyly at the camera as it swings back and forth, zooms in and out, with peppy disco music playing. Then they tried violence, soldiers in skates under fire. Then sex and violence, back to the bikini-clad blonde wrapped around the boot, except this time she has an assault rifle (same disco music playing). Up to this moment it had been mildly amusing. Then one the executives points off camera and says “Bill suggested cheese. Everyone likes cheese.” Now we are treated to the boot sitting on wedges and wheels of cheese with shredded cheese sprinkling over it with the same disco music and wild camera gyrations. This is where I started chuckling… it *had* been funny before, but this bizarre turn was ridiculous. Cut back to the executives and they're in a quandary. They liked the cheese, but they *really* liked the sex. One looks off camera and says “What's that? Oh good idea Bill, why not sex AND cheese?” Cut back to the gorgeous blonde woman in the bikini, laying on wedges and wheels of cheese, curled around the skate and trying not to laugh as someone dumps shredded cheese all over her while the camera bounces around to the disco music. At this point I was laughing out loud. Cut back to the boardroom and all the executives are convinced they have a winner and someone turns off camera and says “What do you think, Bill?” Cut to Bill, revealing that he is a man dressed as a giant mouse. He gives a thumbs up. End of segment.

Sure it was silly, and perhaps even cheesy, but it was still funny. Being the analytical sort, after I shut off the TV I sat up for awhile and wondered exactly why it had become hilarious when the cheese showed up. That was probably my first inkling that cheese was funny.

Over the years since then I have paid special note to the use of cheese in comedy and observed its effect. Cheese, so mundane and yet available in so many unusual varities (something on the order of 700 different kinds), when introduced into a idea where it doesn't belong, makes the idea funny. Why? This I cannot answer except to say that cheese has inherent funniness.

Inherent Funniness…

What is inherent funniness? Before I explain that, I've got to point out inherent funniness is denied by people who like to imagine that they are purely logical beings, reasonable in every respect. Humans are irrational by nature, and even the most rational person has neuroses and occasionally does something irrational. It is part of the human condition. Perhaps one of my favorite quotes from Shakespeare is “Man is a giddy thing”, as it accurately sums up how humans are simultaneously reasonable and wacky. So, in order to recognize inherent funniness, you'll first need to drop your pretenses and admit (at least to yourself) that you are just as crazy as the rest of us. If you can't drop your pretenses, then ask yourself what a “stupid person” would say with respect to the points and questions raised in this article, and then you'll be able to follow along.

In the realm of humor, some things in and of themselves, are funnier than others. For example, which is funnier: knees or elbows? Elbows are funny. Sorry, but they just are. They're funnier than ankles, knees, shoulders, wrists, knuckles, fingers, or even whole arms and legs. Bellybuttons are funnier than elbows, and nipples are funnier than bellybuttons. Feet are funnier than hands. Toes are funnier than fingers. Lips are funnier than teeth.

Being bald is funnier than having long hair. Being fat is funnier than being thin. Being short is funnier than being tall. Danny DeVito is funnier than Arnold Schwarzenegger. Being old is funnier than being young (cute is cute, not funny). George Burns is funny. Being stupid is funnier than being smart. Jim Carey is funny (sometimes).

Amphibians are funnier than reptiles (except maybe turtles). Antelopes are funnier than tigers or lions. Rodents are funnier than bears. Pelagic birds (seabirds) are funnier than land birds. (Albatross! Albatross!) Puffins and boobies are funnier than turkies. Turkeys are funny. Penguins are probably the funniest birds of all. Pigeons are pretty funny. Ptarmigans, robins, sparrows and wrens are not funny. Nuthatches are funny. Chickens are funny. Herons are not. Woodpeckers are funny.

Socks are funnier than shoes (and shoes are basically not funny). Pants are funnier than shirts, and shorts are funnier than pants. Underwear is funnier than pretty much any other article of clothing, and underpants/panties are funnier than undershirts/bras (for the record bras are funnier than undershirts).

Oranges are not funny, but grapefruits are. Beets are not funny, but turnips are. Kumquats are funny. Artichoke is sort of funny. Pineapples are funny. Coconuts are funnier than kumquats and pineapples. “I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” wouldn't be nearly as amusing if it were “I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Oranges”. Bananas are funny. Peppers aren't. Most nuts are funny. Cake and ice cream are funny. Pies are funnier. Bread is not funny. Crackers are a little funny. Cheese is funny.

Don't Take My Word For It…

The great comedian Mel Brooks in an interview with Carl Reiner once noted “Words with K are funny. Cheese is funny. Cottage cheese is not funny.” Here are some other people that think cheese is funny:

Here's a guy listing among his pet peeves “people who still think cheese is funny”. This implies that it must be a widespread enough belief that it's become annoying to him.

Now for a little comparative analysis. Try searching google for “feet are funny” and “hands are funny”. The feet search returns twice as many hits as the hands search, about 140 to 70. See? Feet are funnier than hands.

Try the phrase “cheese is not funny” on Google. 50 results. Now try searching google for the phrase “cheese is funny”. You get about 1,300 results.

I rest my case. You may personally deny that cheese is inherently funny, but you're outnumbered by about 1300 to 50 (that's 26 to 1 or a 3.8% minority.)

From Cultured Cheese to a Cheesed Culture…

Dictionary.com defines cheese as “A solid food prepared from the pressed curd of milk, often seasoned and aged.” Cheesemaking is thought to have begun in approximately 8000 BC in the Middle East when humanity began domesticating animals that produced milk. There's a good article on CheeseNet.info (The Cheese Library — History of Cheese) which recalls an interesting legend about the birth of cheese:

A legendary story has it that cheese was 'discovered' by an unknown Arab nomad. He is said to have filled a saddlebag with milk to sustain him on a journey across the desert by horse. After several hours riding he stopped to quench his thirst, only to find that the milk had separated into a pale watery liquid and solid white lumps. Because the saddlebag, which was made from the stomach of a young animal, contained a coagulating enzyme known as rennin, the milk had been effectively separated into curds and whey by the combination of the rennin, the hot sun and the galloping motions of the horse. The nomad, unconcerned with technical details, found the whey drinkable and the curds edible…

The bible mentions cheese, and in fact (with all due respect to Monty Python) there really was a place in ancient Israel referred to as “the valley of the cheesemakers”. From The History of Cheese by lgol27:

From Biblical sources we learn that when David escaped across the River Jordan he was fed with 'cheese of kine' (cows) (2 Samuel 17:29), and it is said that he presented ten cheeses to the captain of the army drawn up to do battle with Saul (1 Samuel 17:18). Indeed, records show that there was at one time a location near Jerusalem called 'The Valley of the Cheesemakers'.

Just in case you doubt such a valley ever existed here's a separate source:

…In ancient times a deep valley, the Tyropean Valley, or Valley of the Cheesemakers, separated Mt. Zion from Mt. Moriah…

In ancient Rome milk curd was placed in molds with holes in them to drain out the whey. In Latin these containers were called “forma” which is thought to be the root of “fromage” the French word for cheese. Homer wrote of Polyphemous, a cheesemaker and shepherd, who matured pieces of cheese in a cave.

Today there are hundreds of varieties of cheese (British, French, and Other Varieties). In short, cheese has been with us for 10,000 years, and in that time our culture has been suffused with it. Probably the oldest modern idiom involving cheese is “cheesy” meaning “shabby or shoddy” which dates back to at least 1896. “Cut the cheese” originates in the 1950's according to Cassell's Dictionary of Slang. Presumably the origin of that comes from the strong odor released when one cuts a fresh slice from a piece of stinky cheese, such as Limburger. Don't forget “the big cheese” (the person in charge), “cheese it” (meaning “stop it”), “cheesecake” (meaning “naked skin”), and one of my favorites “cheesed off” (meaning “upset”). Anything full of holes is invariably compared to swiss cheese.

Cheese figures highly in the culture of Wisconsin, USA which is famous for American cheese, and for raving Greenbay Packer fans, who sometimes refer to themselves as “cheeseheads“.

In modern entertainment cheese appears in a humorous context with startling regularity:

  • The Simpsons — where the french are decried as “cheese-eating surrender monkeys”
  • Mouse Hunt — predictably, this movie is full of cheese references and great cheese one-liners. One of my faves is “Get me my Gouda.”
  • Predator — the soldiers construct a net trap in an attempt to trap the alien, but one, Dillon, thinks the idea is silly. When the alien doesn't appear after hours of waiting, Dillon turns to the team leader, Dutch, and says “Whaddya gonna try next? Cheese?”
  • Let It Ride — “I am really cheesed off about that jockey falling off that damn horse, Sid!”
  • The Odd Couple — “You want… uh… brown sandwiches… or green sandwiches?”
    “What's the green?”
    “It's either very new cheese or very old meat.”
  • The 1942 Production of “To Be or Not to Be” — “They named a brandy after Napoleon, they made a herring out of Bismarck, and the Fuhrer is going to end up as a piece of cheese!”
  • Ed Roonie in “Ferris Bueller's Day Off” — “I did not achieve this position in life by having some snot-nosed punk leave my cheese out in the wind.”
  • Wallace and Gromit — nuff said.

Then of course there is Monty Python with their infamous Cheese Shop Sketch, the immortal line “Blessed are the cheesemakers?” from the Life of Brian, and of course the somewhat lesser known “Mouse Problem” sketch:

(Sketch starts with a policeman leading a man in mouse costume into a police station. Photo of headline: Mouse Clubs On Increase. Cut to: photos of neon signs of clubs: Eek Eek Club; The Little White Rodent Room; Caerphilly A Go-Go. Cut to studio: ordinary grey-suited Linkman.)

Linkman (Michael Palin): Yes. The Mouse Problem. This week 'The World Around Us' looks at the growing social phenomenon of Mice and Men. What makes a man want to be a mouse.

(Interviewer, Harold Voice, sitting facing a confessor. The confessor is badly lit and is turned away from camera.)

Confessor (John Cleese): (very slowly and painfully) Well it's not a question of wanting to be a mouse… it just sort of happens to you. All of a sudden you realize… that's what you want to be.

Interviewer (Terry Jones): And when did you first notice these… shall we say… tendencies?

Confessor: Well… I was about seventeen and some mates and me went to a party, and, er… we had quite a lot to drink… and then some of the fellows there … started handing … cheese around … and well just out of curiosity I tried a bit … and well that was that.

Interviewer: And what else did these fellows do?

Confessor: Well some of them started dressing up as mice a bit … and then when they'd got the costumes on they started … squeaking.

Interviewer: Yes. And was that all?

Confessor: That was all.

Interviewer: And what was your reaction to this?

Confessor: Well I was shocked. But, er… gradually I came to feel that I was more at ease … with other mice…

Just Add Cheese…

In the mid 90's, for fun, I wrote a random insult-generator in a Macintosh programming environment called “HyperCard“. It recognized several basic insult structures and would then build insults randomly out of lists of carefully selected clauses. It had hundreds of such clauses and could literally generate millions of unique insults, such as “Sniff my pits you diseased glob of maggoty whale barf swimming in a sea of pus.” or “Your grandmother smells of day-old cheese”.

It was in studying the output of this program that I became assured that cheese was funny, because the funniest insults seemed to be the ones that mentioned cheese (such as “squeeze my cheese you festering ape turd”). The more cheese I sprinkled into the word lists, the funnier the insults got, until I reached the “cheese event horizon” and the program began spitting out expressions such as “Cheese you, you cheese-eating pile of cheesy cheeseballs.”

It was then that I realized adding cheese to just about anything made it funnier. Cheeselog is funnier than log. Cheeseball is funnier than ball. Cheesedick is funnier than dick. Just add cheese.

It was at that time that I began to incorporate cheese into humor that I would write from time to time. I had one particular character who would make rather peculiar exclamations when shocked or upset, of which one of my faves has always been “Sweet Jesus Cheesemonkey!” The assonant nature of the words in this expression probably accentuate its humor, and I'm not the only one who thinks assonant cheese expressions are funny.

Cheese Be With You…

I've written all I can on the subject at this point, cheese is fricking funny and that's all there is to it. The gods of humor have seen fit to bless cheese with hilarity. Matt, Sarah, question me no more on this subject. I give you cheese, my cheese I give to you. The mass is ended, go in cheese.

This concludes my cheeseblog.  (Heh, cheeseblog… that's funny… hee hee hee)


Other sources used in this article:


Shepherd Moons — Pandora, Prometheus, Cordelia, Ophelia, Galatea, and of course, Enya

At Saturn…

Saturn's outermost visible ring, the F ring, is curiously thin.  When Voyager 1 arrived at Saturn in 1980 the reason for this became apparent.  There were two tiny moons orbiting Saturn in the plane of the rings, one on either side of the F ring.  The action of these two moons prevents the F ring from spreading in either direction.  In essence they “shepherd” the particles that make up the F ring into a thin band, and so they were collectively referred to 'Shepherd Moons'.

The inner moon was named Prometheus and the outer moon was named Pandora.  The Cassini Saturn orbiter which will be arriving at Saturn on July 1 managed to capture an image of the shepherd moons on April 15th.  (Visit the article Prometheus and Pandora at the Cassini-Huygens home page for more information about this image.)

These moons pass so closely to each other that they affect each other's orbit strongly and in hard to predict ways causing chaotic orbits

At Uranus…

In 1986, another pair of shepherd moons were discovered, this time at the planet Uranus, which also has rings.  The ring system of Uranus is much darker, and the rings are much thinner and therefore not visible from Earth.

The Voyager 2 probe returned the image shown at left of Ophelia and Cordelia, shepherd moons which kept the epsilon ring of Uranus thin and focussed.  An interesting sidenote was that not long after Voyager 2's relatively short visit at Uranus (2 weeks), astronomers lost track of these two little moons, and they were not seen again for the next 14 years.  In 2000, using the Hubble Space Telescope, the moons were found again.  Visit the article Shepherd Moons, Lost and Found for more information about that story.

At Neptune and Jupiter…

All of the gas giants have rings…

Jupiter's faint ring is thought to be formed almost entirely of ash which erupts from the volcanically active moon Io, and/or surface material from the small moons Adrastea and Metis.  There do not appear to be any shepherds keeping this ring focused so in theory if Io stopped spewing ash, eventually the ring would dissipate.

Neptune also has thin rings of uneven thickness.  Originally they were thought to be incomplete ring-arcs but more detailed photography and analysis has revealed they are complete circles, but much thicker in some areas than in others.  To date one moon discovered in the ring system there, Galatea, is thought to be a shepherd, and is also thought to be responsible for the clumpiness of the rings.  To date, no companion shepherd has been discovered for Galatea.

In Music…

In 1991, Enya released a wonderful CD called “Shepherd Moons” (review) which was indeed named for the Voyager 1 discovery of Prometheus and Pandora.  Many of the tracks on the album take their names and/or lyrics from astronomical themes.  Enya was said (link) to have been fascinated by the many images of strange satellites that came to us in the 80's from the Voyager probes which between them visited all of the gas giants.

From the forward to the Shepherd Moons music book:

Shepherd Moons:
Two tiny new moons had been discovered. Shepherd Moons orbiting a ring of Saturn. Numbered, not named. Working ceaselessly, it seemed, to keep the particles of the ring together, much as a shepherd would guide his flock. Protectors both, 1980S26 and 1980S27 – either side of the F rings. Voyager had performed like a dream and sent their pictures to Earth. I marvelled at their diligence, a new mystery, poignant and beautiful. An unspoken glory to the rings of Saturn. The world had not known but all the time they were there, working tirelessly. Everyone had appreciated the spectacular beauty of Saturn, but where would the planet be without those precious, mis-shapen, miniature moons?

Further Information and Pictures…

SeaSky.com offers a very accessible “tour” of the solar system that will give you a great deal of information about most of the solar system's known bodies.

NASA's “Planetary Photojournal” is also a great source of images and information.

I'll close out this article with links to pictures of the heavenly bodies mentioned here:


Tibbles — Mastermind of the Stephen Island Wren Genocide

This is a story I first heard when I was a boy, long before I was interested in bird watching.  It is the story of a rare species of bird that is now extinct, completely exterminated by a single house cat.  Yeah, you heard that right…

Stephen Island is a small atoll in the South Pacific, in the Cook Strait which splits New Zealand.  As it was isolated many unusual species of animals evolved there, one being a flightless wren now known as the Stephen Island Wren.

In the late 1800's a lighthouse was built on the island, which housed a lone lighthouse keeper named David Lyall, and his only companion, a cat named “Tibbles”.  In his days roaming the island, Tibbles captured and killed the entire population of Stephen Island Wrens (which was, admittedly vanishingly small to begin with!)

The last wren of this species was seen in 1894, in the cat's mouth.  Lyall, apparently something of a naturalist, thought the wrens might be special and sent some specimens killed by Tibbles (17 of them) to various naturalist museums.

In short order the bird was recognized as a unique new species, and was named after its discoverer, Traversia lyalli. Because the bird was flightless it could not spread from the island or escape from the cat.

I've always been amazed by this story.  Surely it's the only recorded destruction of an entire species by one single animal.

Some Stephen Island Wren links:


Truth — The Enemy

Remember this compelling photo that appeared in the Seattle Times article “The somber task of honoring the fallen“?  The person who took it (Tami Silicio) and her husband (David Landry) have been fired from their jobs (over this photo) from the contractor they work for in Kuwait.

From MotherJones.com:

[...] Silicio didn't take the photo to get famous, or to get rich. Instead, she sent it via email to a friend, Amy Katz, with whom she'd been corresponding since arriving in Kuwait [...]

“When I saw it, I thought it was just amazing. I told her 'this has to get out.' So then I picked up the phone and called her hometown paper.”

Katz says Silicio had one condition for allowing the Times to run the photo: If they ran a story with it, it would have to focus on the respectful and sensitive way in which the deceased are being handled in Kuwait.

“She thought the families would want to see that she and others were doing everything they could. She thinks of herself as the representative mother there,” Katz says.

Silicio's reward for that concern was a pink slip. [...] After three days in employment limbo, Silicio and her husband, David Landry, himself former U.S. soldier, were fired.