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Stargazing
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Animated Aurora Borealis, from Orbit
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As You Remember It: The Lift-Off of APOLLO 11
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Mir Collision
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MIR Space Station collision
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MIR Space Station fire
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NASA | First Images of the Sun in 3-D
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Progress: Mar 23
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Space Shuttle Discovery Launches Beginning the STS-128 Mission
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Space Shuttle STS-121 External Tank Falling
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1 year ago
Time Lapse
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Eyjafjallajökull 20.4.2010 - vodafone webcam
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Life - Timelapse of swarming monster worms and sea stars - BBC One
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Mirror lake (HD 720p)
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Paul Newson's Time Lapse Flower: Amaryllis (explicit lyrics)
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Reno Balloon Race 2006
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Snowlapse 2010.wmv
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Time-Lapse of Milky Way over Idaho
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TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR FOR 41 HOURS
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3 years ago
Stargazing
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3 years ago
Jules Verne
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Kibo & Dextre
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On the thirtieth of April, 1941, along with the sugared cake I allowed myself to add a bottle of Argentine cognac. Carlos Argentino tasted it, pronounced it "interesting," and, after a few drinks, launched into a glorification of modern man.
"I view him," he said with a certain unaccountable excitement, "in his inner sanctum, as though in his castle tower, supplied with telephones, telegraphs, phonographs, wireless sets, motion-picture screens, slide projectors, glossaries, timetables, handbooks, bulletins..."
He remarked that for a man so equipped, actual travel was superfluous. Our twentieth century had inverted the story of Mohammed and the mountain; nowadays, the mountain came to the modern Mohammed.
So foolish did his ideas seem to me, so pompous and so drawn out his exposition, that I linked them at once to literature and asked him why he didn't write them down. As might be foreseen, he answered that he had already done so -- that these ideas, and others no less striking, had found their place in the Proem, or Augural Canto, or, more simply, the Prologue Canto of the poem on which he had been working for many years now, alone, without publicity, with fanfare, supported only by those twin staffs universally known as work and solitude. First, he said, he opened the floodgates of his fancy; then, taking up hand tools, he resorted to the file. The poem was entitled The Earth; it consisted of a description of the planet, and, of course, lacked no amount of picturesque digressions and bold apostrophes.
I asked him to read me a passage, if only a short one. He opened a drawer of his writing table, drew out a thick stack of papers -- sheets of a large pad imprinted with the letterhead of the Juan Crisóstomo Lafinur Library -- and, with ringing satisfaction, declaimed:
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Mine eyes, as did the Greek's, have known men's towns and fame,
The works, the days in light that fades to amber;
I do not change a fact or falsify a name --
The voyage I set down is... autour de ma chambre.
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from: Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph (El Aleph, 1945)
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