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O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Coronal Rain

Was going to wait for the linkee-poo, but ZOMG! (Pointed to by John)


You can read the explanation at the youtube page here. It's raining plasma along lines in the magnetic field of the sun.

They should have sent a poet.

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