Saturday 22nd September 2012, 7.25am (day 394)
There are only so many things you can capture on camera when you spend most of the day on a plane. I know I have done the theme – the picture taken just after take-off from Domodedovo – before, but what the hell, different day, different sunrise, different picture, different beauty.
Anytime I have seen images of the night time sky I have always been awed. Viewing the cosmos, seeing the huge number of stars, the strip of the Milky Way stretching across the sky these evoke such a strong feeling…
So, I decided this year to try my hand at capturing a few images. I read up, re-studied my camera instruction manual, got my tripod and cable release and started.
My first effort was of the Cirque of the Towers, in the Wind River Range. The moonlight illuminated the peaks in a perfect light. I was excited!
I did not fully duplicate the fact that I would not be able to see anything through the view finder, and that the camera’s auto-focus would be inoperable.
So, I set the focus manually to infinity, turning the dial all the way to its end.
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Any issues or arcs of other comics you want me to review, let me know. For today, “War – In A World of Darkness!”
The issue opens with the X-Men trying to repair Cerebro, again. Jean threatens to take Bobby and Warren over her knee if they don’t get food and sleep, a threat that’s entirely too appealing. Jean heads back to college, calls Ted, and finds out Ralph’s been kidnapped. She calls Angel and Iceman to come help. The three of them head to Ralph’s lab, where Ted tells them Ralph was grabbed by Tyrannus, an underground leader (an immortal Roman and regular Hulk foe). Then he brings them to an atomic-fitted earth-borer with plates of Ralph’s new super-cobalt alloy. They get in, and Jean calls Warren Scott. You’re a credit to your gender, Jean. Then Iceman calls him Scott. Way to go, Jean, now you’ve got Iceman screwed…
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The question is not: What is being? Rather, philosophy begins internal to life. The question is not ‘what came first’. Modern philosophy is one of multiplicity, superimposition, weave, density, depth and warmth. There is a caloricity. This is an interior philosophy. It is embodied.
Dreaming and imagination replace experiment and method. Dreaming or reverie is not removed from reality. We must invent the heart of things if one day we wish to discover them. (Gaston Bachelard) Anaxagoras speaks of the snow which is composed of water as being black despite our eyes. There is an alchemical transfiguration, material imagination is demiurgic. Collette Gaudin says that in the heart of matter there grows an obscure vegetation: in the night of matter, black flowers blossom. They already have their velvet and the formula of their scent.