Shielded by iron,
T. Rex collagen remains,
defies extinction.
What Preserved T. Rex Tissue?
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Daily Science Haiku - Walking on Snail Poop
Recycle paper:
Feed to snails, press waste in tiles.
Walking on snail poop.
These Colorful Floor Tiles Were Made From Snail Poop
Feed to snails, press waste in tiles.
Walking on snail poop.
These Colorful Floor Tiles Were Made From Snail Poop
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Daily Science Haiku - Turkey Recipes from NASA
Bored with brined turkey?
Deep-frying just too ho-hum?
Try rocket engine!
NASA Scientists Provide Four Crazy Recipes
Deep-frying just too ho-hum?
Try rocket engine!
NASA Scientists Provide Four Crazy Recipes
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Daily Science Haiku - Comet for Thanksgiving
Racing for the sun,
Comet ISON flares its tail,
rivaling turkey.
Viewing info for Comet ISON
Note: DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THE SUN, especially with binoculars or a telescope. Find a convenient building to block the sun so that you can view the comet safely.
Comet ISON flares its tail,
rivaling turkey.
Viewing info for Comet ISON
Note: DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THE SUN, especially with binoculars or a telescope. Find a convenient building to block the sun so that you can view the comet safely.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Daily Science Haiku - Mapping Mars
Schiaparelli mapped
the seas and channels of Mars.
Let us map again.
Robotic Mars Landing Module Named Schiaparelli
the seas and channels of Mars.
Let us map again.
Robotic Mars Landing Module Named Schiaparelli
Monday, November 25, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Guest Poem: The Wind
by Annelise Aminoff
The Wind blows.
It rustles my hair.
It blows through the trees, graceful as a ballerina.
It picks up the leaves in dives and curves.
It swoops amongst the grass in the meadow
and gently cools those in its path.
Sometimes it blows gently, talking to the trees.
While other times, it is as destructive as can be.
But no matter how strong, no matter how soft, the
wind is the wind, and forever will be.
Written by my 9-year-old daughter
The Wind blows.
It rustles my hair.
It blows through the trees, graceful as a ballerina.
It picks up the leaves in dives and curves.
It swoops amongst the grass in the meadow
and gently cools those in its path.
Sometimes it blows gently, talking to the trees.
While other times, it is as destructive as can be.
But no matter how strong, no matter how soft, the
wind is the wind, and forever will be.
Written by my 9-year-old daughter
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