tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40977581986325324332024-02-06T18:56:06.771-08:00In Search Of Moon Rocksof inspirations, notes, images, and scribbles;
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meGinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-82923069541522710512009-10-27T22:13:00.000-07:002009-10-27T22:14:16.244-07:00Today is just a day I want to be away.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My two favorite things in life are libraries and bicycles. They both move people forward without wasting anything. The perfect day: riding a bike to the library.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">— Pete Golkin</span></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-3334260482064605212009-10-19T23:15:00.000-07:002009-10-19T23:17:03.083-07:00Perception and Sensation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.tinypic.com/8wh4qc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1024px; height: 681px;" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/8wh4qc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /></a>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-651792287169415762009-10-18T22:57:00.000-07:002009-10-18T22:58:38.041-07:00A man during nightA man during night<br /><br />She is disturbed. How can I be stuck in a bed with such a weak creature as she?<br />Her defenselessness was attractive once… on cold nights through snowed parks. It was so easy then to soothe away her fears with my hand against her reddened and goose-bumped cheek. I feel so distant from that alien thing in our small bed. She cries for help night after night. <br /><br />I have not touched her since the honeymoon, she is too busy for it. Nights of sweat and screams, of shivers and shuffles are more company to her. <br />Why won’t she stop? <br /><br />I tried at first to be there, but quickly she drifted farther to insanity. She knows not what goes on with her. When we used to talk, she’d always say she was afraid. But of what? And to that question she could never find an answer.<br /><br />So, I learned by now how to hide from her night terrors…<br /><br />Slowly with time, when she’d wake all unsettled, I no longer cared to hear her say she didn’t know why.. I simply, with so much ease, ignored her…<br /><br />I hope she never finds out that when she wakes… I too wake, and I am there by her side… silently faking sleep, until her panting soothes away… then I sleep.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-81232960014947672542009-10-18T22:55:00.000-07:002009-10-18T22:56:56.407-07:00A girl during night<meta name="Title" content=""> <meta name="Keywords" content=""> <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"> <meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"> <meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"> <meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"> <link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/gbello/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:documentproperties> <o:template>Normal</o:Template> <o:revision>0</o:Revision> <o:totaltime>0</o:TotalTime> <o:pages>1</o:Pages> <o:words>119</o:Words> <o:characters>682</o:Characters> <o:lines>5</o:Lines> <o:paragraphs>1</o:Paragraphs> <o:characterswithspaces>837</o:CharactersWithSpaces> <o:version>11.1282</o:Version> </o:DocumentProperties> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotshowrevisions/> <w:donotprintrevisions/> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Times New Roman"; panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} pre {margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Courier;} table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-parent:""; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <!--StartFragment--><pre><b>
<br />A girl during night<o:p></o:p></b></pre><pre>Shaken from breath i was (tonight), and in trying to recapture the air that was so quickly leaving me-</pre><pre> empty…</pre><pre>i awoke to the leaving night. </pre><pre>Farewell stars, </pre><pre><span style=""> </span>if such fright did not come to me by night, i would wish you to stay by my side. But,</pre><pre><i>i am awake now, i am here now. i am no longer <b>there.<o:p></o:p></b></i></pre><pre><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></pre><pre>No one can explain to me how horrible visions come to me under a blanket of beauty as is the moon and its sewn on stars. </pre><pre>i have done nothing wrong… i swear it. </pre><pre>i have seen nothing disturbing… i swear it.<span style=""> </span></pre><pre><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></pre><pre>i turn my head to see if i have bothered him- again.</pre><pre>No-</pre><pre>He is still and asleep.</pre><pre>i envy him.</pre><pre>And although he does not love me back… i love watching him …</pre><pre>and feeling him sleep through my fear. </pre><pre><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></pre><pre>The silent yawns of tiredness are overpowering me…</pre><pre>My eyes are falling, </pre><pre>But</pre><pre> i can’t go back <b>there</b><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></pre><pre><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->
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The emphasis on finding and describing "knowledge structures" that are somewhere "inside" the individual encourages us to overlook the fact that human cognition is always situated in a complex sociocultural world and cannot be unaffected by it. <br /><br />The phrase "cognition in the wild" refers to human cognition in its natural habitat - that is, to naturally occurring culturally constituted human activity. <br /><br />Instead, I have in mind the distinction between the laboratory, where cognition is studied in captivity, and the everyday world, where human cognition adapts to its natural surroundings. I hope to evoke with this metaphor a sense of an ecology of thinking in which human cognition interacts with an environment rich in organizing resources.<br /><br />-Edwin Hutchins "Cognition in the Wild"<br /><br />(<span style="font-style: italic;">my professor- the father of Distributed Cognition according to Wiki... only he is not fond of the wiki page... very not fond of it)</span>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-40276950112074773112009-09-23T22:25:00.000-07:002009-09-23T22:27:55.790-07:00what does it mean?I don’t know who he was.<br />But I was in a crowd of vivid faces. Yet, paid them no attention.<br />There was only one figure that I cared about.<br /><br />I could stare at him and never bore.<br /><br />He tugged at his hood as he would lean forward. At random his cheeks would cave in, as if he was showing off cheekbones, but he wouldn’t do it on purpose it was just his manner. He wore grown-up shoes; brown. And he never touched his hair.<br /><br />It was black- his hair.<br />short, and curved with a slightly wet-looking effect, like it was almost dry but not;<br />he had a right side bang that hung in a half loop.<br /><br />It attracted me the way it highlighted his nose; thin but not high in the air. He wore jeans but I was more drawn to his ring.<br />A silver polished plain one that he wore on his thumb.<br /><br />He looked at me and then I woke up.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-69350833701152552882009-09-15T21:45:00.000-07:002009-09-15T22:24:15.882-07:00can we handful things<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br />how can wrists be so rough<br />and fingers clasped in a hand so sure of vulnerability<br />at the now of the event,<br /><br />if ever something that weak<br />hit reality- to the point of returning to it's weeded real,<br />if ever it untouched back into that distance,<br />the wrinkles at the bend of the finger would stop<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">accumulating<br /><br />i am here as my finger runs up to your knuckle<br />softly we warm playful trails that start from the tip of the nail<br />and lead to the veins and bone attempting to scratch out of skin<br /><br /></span><br /></span></span>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-12295775010945588122009-09-15T21:36:00.000-07:002009-09-15T21:44:29.409-07:00help! i don't need somebody.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">i have not written<br />much of anything<br /><br />i think i am sick.<br /><br /><br />since i've been back<br />i've fallen<br />changed<br />with<br />my thought occupied<br /><br /><br />my mind still writes<br />but<br />i have not let it write<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">i will.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-81085543366165159482009-09-08T22:43:00.000-07:002009-09-08T22:44:36.854-07:00translate this for me, please<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><br />little goodbyes;<br />it's easier that way-<br />to not tell you i'd miss you.<br />it's so you'd stay a memory<br />it's all for the best<br /><br />i really don't love you<br />but<br />how do i say<br />i don't love you<br />but<br />i love holding your hand<br /><br />how do i say that i enjoy you liking me-<br />and that being what i love,<br />what i'd miss.<br /><br />so when i say<br />my little goodbyes<br />with a hug<br />and a kiss<br />i will miss that<br /><br />just that<br /><br /></span>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-77295033109416188412009-09-08T22:24:00.002-07:002009-09-12T16:01:25.603-07:00a room with a view<span style="font-style: italic;">a had a view<br />that could inspire<br />even the weakest of feelings<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg359zRRrzbtrg_34lvFKMHdH9FM6m1GHaqgiljVTXsnrYONNqpo3IaEj3W1_Ba0pw2AEOPCvBCNYeYy_XmPXrSne3PoaXtNIcnXuS2d3gGuCusVsDImTxCbDJbQna3v7oC4j_mocmEbjo/s1600-h/P1010637.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UmLFHU_FdZigBAqbhzivhbz71k-rTQZhVIKLToJFOoftzTTGPt_zKge2rVULX-FAK0SJDNeNJLG0Xth5fFhJ2JVvDLNX8eKW_e5bwe2C4y7Wd9lBgVQUTk6-25d7UUfOPUovjDiwP-U/s320/DSC02349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379332330668667794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">how do<br />i<br />fly away home<br /><br />when i have found a place i want to call home<br />but<br />a place that i am not ready to sacrifice for<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-78577869578723938752009-09-01T17:59:00.000-07:002009-09-01T19:48:34.160-07:00dead as night...<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />as windows open<br />in summer heat<br /><br />i keep doors shut;<br />the shadows scare me.<br /><br />as streets get lit<br />in invisible black<br /><br />i mumble into sleep;<br />i need someone to talk to<br /><br />about<br />how<br />i’ve been chasing nothing into the heart of dark.<br /><br /></span> <!--EndFragment-->Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-23685596406203790682009-08-30T22:28:00.000-07:002009-08-30T22:30:35.973-07:00no regrets<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><br />No one knows but</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Wrote a letter.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">And</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">I sent a messenger to deliver it</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">By now</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">It is read.</span></span>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-42285577985435935872009-08-30T22:19:00.000-07:002009-08-30T22:27:41.572-07:00return of me<meta name="Title" content=""> <meta name="Keywords" content=""> <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Tired- </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But i arrived at the terminal</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">With no regrets.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">i went to forget </p> <p class="MsoNormal">and</p> <p class="MsoNormal">i forgot,</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">as all crushed souls
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">do
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">soon enough.
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<br /><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--></p><p class="MsoNormal">it was an accomplishment</p><p class="MsoNormal">just to feel,</p><p class="MsoNormal">again-</p><p class="MsoNormal">the disabling stomach flutters.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">while i was gone:
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<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">i did not fall in love</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">it was more like i </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">fell out of </p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">whatever i was in</p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">before i left.</p>
<br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-68566978464675288792009-08-13T02:30:00.000-07:002009-08-13T02:30:00.437-07:00hello.hello.<br /><br />you've reached the voicemail of -------<br />i am currently out of the office<br />or away from my desk.<br /><br />sorry i was unavailable and cannot take your call.<br /><br />enjoy the rest of your day.<br />thank you.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{i'll be out of the country until next month, it should be fantastic.}</span><br /></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-65937480028323578022009-08-12T00:20:00.000-07:002009-08-12T00:27:06.731-07:00<span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" class="sqq" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" class="sqq" ><br /><br />"to forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nietzsche</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-40655577914931810972009-08-11T23:26:00.000-07:002009-08-11T23:38:35.999-07:00american dreams<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />the bikeriders and beyond<br />- <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://theselvedgeyard.wordpress.com/2009/08/11/iconic-american-images-by-danny-lyon-the-bikeriders-and-beyond/">Danny Lyon</a><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-15-php.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 877px; height: 873px;" src="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-15-php.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-3-php.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 876px; height: 584px;" src="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-3-php.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-14-php.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 870px; height: 1289px;" src="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-14-php.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-10-php.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 875px; height: 575px;" src="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-10-php.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-31-php.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 874px; height: 584px;" src="http://theselvedgeyard.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/image_resize-31-php.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-19718324375735402342009-08-11T23:20:00.000-07:002009-08-11T23:22:34.904-07:00l'enfant<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lesB5frYDQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4lesB5frYDQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"></embed></object></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-46828571313143960822009-08-10T18:06:00.000-07:002009-08-10T19:38:42.009-07:00disappear<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br />fifteen years later.<br /><br />again,<br />saturn's rings disappear<br />reflecting no sunlight.<br /><br />and in fifteen years time they will disappear,<br /><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32359967/ns/technology_and_science-space/">again</a>.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-19211130205988586832009-08-10T17:53:00.000-07:002009-08-10T18:02:21.400-07:00e.l. trouvelot<div style="text-align: right;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/cover_905.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 601px;" src="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/cover_905.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{but does it float}<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-14196574288632473612009-08-10T17:50:00.001-07:002009-08-10T17:50:45.245-07:00total eclipse of the sun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 502px;" src="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-13029443141424247722009-08-10T17:49:00.001-07:002009-08-10T17:50:03.051-07:00aurora borealis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 512px;" src="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-71801641686788993022009-08-10T17:48:00.000-07:002009-08-10T17:49:11.131-07:00the planet jupiter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 514px;" src="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-47070634465004758162009-08-10T17:47:00.000-07:002009-08-10T17:48:16.654-07:00the great nebula in orion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 505px;" src="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097758198632532433.post-17370858357388389892009-08-10T17:43:00.000-07:002009-08-10T17:46:31.072-07:00solar protuberances<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 608px;" src="http://butdoesitfloat.com/media/56135/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01588909217829714526noreply@blogger.com0