tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225901745216454303.post8106476873934036294..comments2023-08-24T09:30:37.809-07:00Comments on Carbon Dating: Burn Baby BurnMozarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06098420179804637111noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225901745216454303.post-25277760453530635072009-08-18T00:01:02.870-07:002009-08-18T00:01:02.870-07:00For some reason, I'm reminded of lines from Ke...For some reason, I'm reminded of lines from Keats' <i>Ode to a Nightingale</i>.<br /><br />"But here there is no light, <br /> Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown <br /> Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways."Mozarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098420179804637111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225901745216454303.post-91816368732991293222009-08-17T15:28:51.772-07:002009-08-17T15:28:51.772-07:00My mohter used to take us out to the pasture in Au...My mohter used to take us out to the pasture in August to watch the Perseids. And when the Hale-Bopp comet came through in 1997, I would stand on the deck watching it and nursing my new baby.secret agent womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03763879283931347382noreply@blogger.com