Press Releases - February 09, 2004 - Mars Rover Pictures Raise 'Blueberry Muffin' Questions

NASA - JPL ^ | 02-09-2004 | NASA/JPL

[Hunble]

Standing Ovation!

Shades of Neil Armstrong.

Obviously a wheel imprint as the rover back out. But that is funny.

Say goodnight Gracey.....

[Phil V.]

Those of the "electric arc sect" insist that the Grand Canyon is the product of electric arc. It is one of the standard arguing points for a ten thousand year old earth.

[Hunble]

I will bite:

On the other hand, electric fields always impinge on conducting spheres at right angles to their surfaces (i.e., vertically)

Why?

Is it impossible for an electrical arc to enter from an angle? And if so, why?

Of course, since you used the examples of Auroras around Io, you have an outstanding answer as to why Canada is not saturated with these craters on the ground?

Seriously, I do need to get some sleep tonight, but this is almost too fun.

[Hunble]

standard arguing points for a ten thousand year old earth.

Thanks for the tip, I was starting to suspect the same thing.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

[Phil V.]

Bet time for this Bonzo . . . LATER!
Hasty bannannas!!!

[Don Joe]

It's probably a trick of perspective, but that "large" sphere in the first photo at the top of the thread (the only sphere, actually) almost looks like it's got a stalk. If you look at its left, just below left of center, there's what looks like a thin stalk coming out of the rock, extending behind the sphere, then looping around, and into the sphere on its right side, just above right of center.

I know it's a longshot, but I don't rule out these spheres being fossilized eggs or seeds of some sort.

[Spiff]

But on smaller screens such as mine the third image is kicked to a second line.

It doesn't get much small than the screen I'm using right now - a Pocket PC. 3"x2" - but it is still great. I could get some of the stereo pairs to work. The others would probably work if I went to Landscape mode.

[Don Joe]

Interesting "gouge" at the upper right, too. Looks almost like mud that someone scraped out with a stick.

[DB]

Strictly replying to the sphere and right angle discharge question - The shortest path for the charge to pass would be the closest point to the sphere relative to the charged source. That would seem to be always a right angle relative to the surface of the sphere. No glancing discharges...

[Darksheare]

LOL!!

[75thOVI]

I've been using a cheap pair of stereoscopic viewer glasses that came with a book of Civil War stereoscopic photographs.


You aint the only one. Work great, don't they?

[Ophiucus]

You aint the only one. Work great, don't they?

LMAO! I figured I'd be the only one - and YES! They work great.

[pickemuphere]

Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.