And what’s wrong with being homeless. It IS the land of the Free. Watch those dollars my boy…you almost sound charitable.

at last a fix of the good stuff!

Good to see you bogging round the blogs…

Tycho Heads – meets – Flushdance
(to go where no man has gone before)

aaah the Jet Propulsion Labs
I can’t think of them as anything but
The Jack Parsons Labs
and the skein of twisted threads
that links the OTO, Aleister Crowley,
solid rocket fuels and
the modern space programme…

Though your wannabe bogamist
does plumb new depths…

I mean would Allen Ginsberg write
a poem called “Bowl”?

and your late night
Archimedean Screw-over
aaargh! Jet lag and displacement….
…I suggest the bog-standard
brick or filled bottle –
will beat the cistern…

Great piece, an emotional rollercoaster
(or maybe a log-flume in this case)

The mean streets sound meaner than ever
Amerika the bountiful…

re that:”strange bloated sensation that
you have when you’ve eaten too many free
peanuts at a pub.”

I believe the fill an’ atrophy
of a largesse of legumes
may be termed – free and queasy

Enjoy your trip…
here – the mighty Avon
swells and tests its banks
beneath a baleful moon…
Tycho Brahe (the crater)
smiles at fraternal
Chicxulub – goodnight
dinosaurs, hello monkeys…

yrs
The Free Mouseketeers

Tycho Brahe’s grave in Prague, new tomb stone from 1901Tycho died on 24 October 1601 in Prague, eleven days after suddenly becoming very ill during a banquet. Toward the end of his illness he is said to have told Kepler “Ne frustra vixisse videar!”, “Let me not seem to have lived in vain.”[13][14] For hundreds of years, the general belief was that he had strained his bladder. It had been said that to leave the banquet before it concluded would be the height of bad manners, and so he remained, and that his bladder, stretched to its limit, developed an infection which later killed him. This theory was supported by Kepler’s first-hand account.

Holding his urine longer than was his habit, Tycho remained seated. Although he drank a little overgenerously and experienced pressure on his bladder, he felt less concern for the state of his health than for etiquette. By the time he returned home he could not urinate any more.

Finally, with the most excruciating pain, he barely passed some urine. But, yet, it was blocked. Uninterrupted insomnia followed; intestinal fever; and little by little, delirium. His poor condition was made worse by his way of eating, from which he could not be deterred. On 24 October, when his delirium had subsided for a few hours, amid the prayers, tears and efforts of his family to console him, his strength failed and he passed away very peacefully.

At this time, then, his series of heavenly observations was interrupted, and the observations of 38 years came to an end. During his last night, through the delirium through which everything was pleasant, like a composer creating a song, Tycho repeated these words over and over again: ‘Let me not seem to have lived in vain.’

Recent investigations have suggested that Tycho did not die from urinary problems but instead from mercury poisoning: extremely toxic levels of it have been found in his hair and hair-roots. Tycho may have poisoned himself by imbibing some medicine containing unintentional mercuric chloride impurities, or may have been poisoned.[15]

One theory proposed in a 2005 book by Joshua Gilder and Anne-Lee Gilder, suggests that there is circumstantial evidence that Kepler murdered Tycho; they argue that Kepler had the means, motive, and opportunity, and stole Tycho’s data on his death.[16] According to the Gilders, they find it “unlikely”[16] Tycho could have poisoned himself since he was an alchemist known to be familiar with the toxicity of different mercury compounds.

Another theory is proposed by Peter Andersen, professor of German Studies at the University of Strasbourg. Andersen discovered the 600-page diary of Count Erik Brahe, a distant Swedish cousin of Tycho. He suggests Erik murdered Tycho, by order of King Christian IV of Denmark, who suspected that Tycho had had an affair with his mother Sophie.[17] In 2009, a group of conservators, chemists and physicians plan to open the vault and perform a forensic analysis on the body.”

Body-snatching and royal adultery- almost as good! Do you know if the vault has been opened and the analysis has been done?

http://www.eastbayexpress.com/gyrobase/i_am_annoyed_and_disappointed/Content?oid=1168114&page=1
or
http://short.to/ls4o

The photo wasn’t taken by me, and as you point out, the lack of groups does seem unusual. I have no explanation, I’m afraid.