// My sister rocking the third trimester -- only a few more weeks to go!
// Five Guys this weekend - the hat was her idea
// Leg rolls. No steps yet!
// Two new restaurants walking distance from our house, under construction and recently opened: artisan burger chain
BurgerFi and indie, organic-as-possible
Flair Mexican Street Food. Especially excited about the latter! And the former for those Friday nights when food just needs to magically appear, mama is too tired. I was talking about Friday night exhaustion to Isabel, our beloved baby room caregiver at the old daycare, and she proclaimed that going out on Friday nights was for 'people who don't work. Saturday nights are for people who work.' I heartily agree.
// This thought from Dallas Clayton:
// DATE NIGHT! I've been following the
Monterey on social media since before moving to SA (found while googling 'cool places in San Antonio') but had never been until this Tuesday. Tuesdays are $5 cheeseburgers and fries nights.
Date night outfit pics for my mom. Python print silk top from
Acrobat. Ultra-sexy NSFW (because you might choke on something while laughing) pic below demonstrating how this top is split up the sides, though it's difficult to distinguish the tender white flesh of the flank from the white jeans. I will improve my pigeon-toed stance for the next round of #ootd photos. (Have you noticed how every woman stands pigeon-toed for fashion shots?! My only conclusion is that it widens a thigh gap (try it), but it's also a juvenile, submissive posture. AW HELL NO.
Then we went to see Neil deGrasse Tyson speak at the Tobin Center. You can't see this sold-out crowd but 100% of them listen to NPR.
He got a standing ovation when he took the stage! I bought these tickets
seven months ago and the event sold out that day. SA ♥ NdGT
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| He slid his shoes off by the podium within seconds of taking the stage |
His talk was titled
Science and the Movies - what Hollywood gets right and wrong, personal anecdotes (how he eventually hounded James Cameron into
correcting the starfield in
Titanic), and how science works its way into unlikely places (
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around from
Let It Go - it's a song from
Frozen if you haven't heard of it
). He spoke for three hours and it was enormously entertaining -- the crowding was nerding out big time -- and this brought it to a close:
"I'm going to end with a reading from the Book of Carl," he said, calling for the theater to be darkened and showing the image of the
Pale Blue Dot:
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it
everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every
human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our
joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and
economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward,
every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant,
every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child,
inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt
politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and
sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust
suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the
rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in
glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction
of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of
one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of
some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they
are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we
have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this
point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great
enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is
no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is
nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could
migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the
Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building
experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of
human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it
underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and
to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever
known.
-- Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994
This gave me chills and brought the house down -- another standing ovation.
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