So you’re throwing a dinner party in space….

…and you want to comport yourself with the grace and dignity expected of a well-bred astronaut.  What do you do?

Astronaut Don Pettit has the answers.

Don Pettit

You can’t not love a guy who can write from the viewpoint of a zucchini

“The image of an insect sucking the juices from some lower insect may come to mind, but in space it is considered impolite to give voice to such imagery.”

“Zero-g cups, unlike bags with straws, are better for social rituals like toasting, and will bring a smile to the faces of your guests.”

“In space, catching food in your mouth is considered polite. Opening wide and making a clean catch will most always bring cheers from your guests. In one impressive gulp, you can leave them with the image of some sea creature inhaling another.”

 

Read his entire blog at NASA and understand why I have a little crush on him.

 

In the shimmering red-gold twilight, a Scottish castle

You all should go visit Scotland in the Gloaming right now like I’ve been telling you all week, because they just posted some amazing new pictures like this one.

Dumbarton castle in the gloaming

Dumbarton Castle Gloaming by baaker2009

Also there’s a group on Flickr.

Fun fact about Dumbarton Castle:  it has the longest recorded history of any stronghold in Great Britain, dating back to the Iron Age.

Here’s a historical view of the place from an antique engraving:

You can find it here, between Edinburgh and Glasgow:

Yes I still have “Drunken Sailor” lodged in my brain, thanks for asking.  I really don’t know what to do at this point.  I hope it goes away before Sunday, because I missed Sundays with Clyfford Still last week because of it and I don’t want to miss it again.

Blue sky and blue water at Barra, the Western Isles of Scotland

Yes, I still have that !@$^!$!! Drunken Sailor song stuck in my head and can’t write anything, so here are some lovely photos from a place my ancestors called home:  the Isle of Barra, one of the Western Isles of gloriously beautiful Scotland.

Traigh Eais, Isle of Barra

Traigh Eais, Isle of Barra, by Macgruff

Wish I were here!

A golden beach and silver sea in Scotland

I still have that Drunken Sailor song in my head and am useless as a blogger.

At least let me show you some more photos from Scotland in the Gloaming that will make you understand why I love that site so much.

Red Point, Scotland

Red Point, Scotland by HighlandArt13

And this one:

Beach on Isle of Harris, Outer Hebrides, Scotland

Luskentyre, Isle of Harris, Outer Hebrides by Flambard.

My ancestors (half of them, anyway) are from one of the most beautiful places in the world.  They never would’ve left it, but they got bashed in the head and dragged aboard an emigrant ship by force.

Four generations later, my child self who knew nothing of her history had strange poignant dreams full of green grass and rain.

I am ashamed to admit this

I can’t think straight. I can’t get anything done.  THIS SONG IS DRIVING ME CRAZY.  I can’t get it out of my head.

Oh sure, the song’s hilarious, but this has gone on for two days now.  I can’t post anything worth reading until it goes away.

Don’t click “Continue Reading” unless you’re immune to earworms.

Continue reading

And now for something staggeringly beautiful

Loch Bran Solstice

Loch Bran Solstice, a photo by McRusty on Flickr.

This comes courtesy of Scotland in the Gloaming.

Images like these make me long to see Scotland with my own eyes.  Someday I will.