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Με "μπρίζωσες" τώρα. Έλεγα να τυπώσω αυτοκόλλητα, αλλά τα μαγνητάκια είναι καλύτερα, καθώς δεν αφήνουν υπόλειμμα και είναι χρήσιμα για την στερέωση των χαρτών. Βέβαια σε μένα οι μεταλλικές επιφάνειες είναι μικρότερες και οι χάρτες είναι βιβλία ή πλαστικοποιημένοι, αλλά ένα λογότυπο δεν θα ήταν άσχημο, ακόμη και για λόγους ιδιοποίησης, είτε διακοσμητικούς. Η διαφάνεια είναι αυτή που κολλούσαμε στα εξώφυλλα των βιβλίων του σχολείου;

Distances, William Stanley Braithwaite, 1878-1962 Just where that star above Shines with a cold, dispassionate smile -- If in the flesh I'd travel there, How many, many a mile! If this, my soul, should be Unprisoned from its earthly bond, Time could not count its markless flight Beyond that star, beyond!

Διοφθάλμιο 50mm, W.C. Edgecomb

Abu Rayhan Biruni, Πάρκο Laleh, Τεχεράνη

Ίππαρχος, Ελλάς

Γρηγοριανό τηλεσκόπιο, Kunitomo Tobei, 1830

Εσύ έχεις δίκιο. Δεν υπάρχει σώμα που να μην περιστρέφεται γύρω από τον εαυτό του. Ακόμη και ο ήλιος περιστρέφεται.

Συζητήσεις επί του πλήθους των Κόσμων, Bernard le Bouyer Fontenelle, 1686

Εικόνες από δύο ημισφαίρια, Babak Tafreshi, 2009 APOD 15-1-10

To the Moon, John Brainard, 1796-1828 Bless thy bright face! though often blessed before By raving maniac and by pensive fool; One would say something more-- but who as yet, When looking at thee in the deep blue sky, Could tell the poorest thought that struck his heart? Yet all have tried, and all have tried in vain. At thee, poor planet, is the first attempt That the young rhymster ventures. And the sigh The boyish lover heaves, is at the Moon. Bards, who -- ere Milton sung or Shakspeare played The dirge of sorrow, or the song of love, Bards, who had higher soared than Fesole, Knew better of the Moon. 'T was there they found Vain thoughts, lost hopes, and fancy's happy dreams, And all sweet sounds, such as have fled afar From waking discords, and from daylight jars. There Ariosto puts the widow's weeds When she, new wedded, smiles abroad again, And there the sad maid's innocence -- 't is there That broken vows and empty promises, All good intentions, with no answering deed To anchor them on the substantial earth, Are shrewdly packed. -- And could he think that thou, So bright, so pure of aspect, so serene, Art the mere storehouse of our faults and crimes? I'd rather think as puling rhymsters think, O; love-sick maidens fancy -- Yea, prefer The dairy notion that thou art but cheese, Green cheese --than thus misdoubt thy honest face.

Dollond, 1843

Η Χαμένη Πλειάδα, William Adolph Bouguereau, 1884 Ελαιογραφία

Μερόπη, η Χαμένη Πλειάδα, Randolph Rogers, 1875 Μάρμαρο Μουσείο Μπρούκλυν

The Lost Pleiad, John Brainard, 1796-1828 O! How calm and how beautiful--look at the night! The planets are wheeling in pathways of light; And the lover, or poet, with heart, or with eye, Sends his gaze with a tear, or his soul with a sigh. But from Fesole's summit the Tuscan looked forth, To eastward and westward, to south and to north; Neither planet nor star could his vision delight, 'Till his own bright Pleiades should rise to his sight. They rose, and he numbered their glittering train -- They shone bright as he counted them over again; But the star of his love, the bright gem of the cluster, Arose not to lend the Pleiades its lustre. And thus, when the splendor of beauty has blazed, On light and on loveliness, how have we gazed! And how sad have we turned from the sight, when we found That the fairest and sweetest was "not on the ground."

Τηλεσκόπιο τσέπης Dollond, 1775 Ένα κόσμημα από ταρταρούγα και ασήμι

Lunokhod 1, 1970 Το χαμένο κάτοπτρο του Luna 17 που βρέθηκε πρόσφατα Από το γραφείο Lavochkin, σχεδιαστή των περίφημων αεροσκαφών του Β' Παγκοσμίου Πολέμου APOD 6-6-10

Ιταλικό τρομπετόσχημο διοπτρικό, 1630

Παρατηρητήριο Theodore Jacobsen, 1895 Σήατλ, ΗΠΑ

Sky Mirror, Anish Kapoor, 2006

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes, Francis W. Bourdillon, 1852 – 1921 The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.

Αρτ Νουβώ, Rockefeller Center, Νέα Υόρκη, 1930

Άτλας, Rockefeller Center, Νέα Υόρκη, 1930

Tabulae Rudolphinae: quibus astronomicae, Johannes Kepler, 1571–1630

Τηλεσκόπιο Gardam, 19ος αιώνας

The More Loving One, W.H. Auden, 1957 Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total darkness sublime, Though this might take me a little time.