I subscribe to NASA’s emails and I received one the other day that I’d like to share. Tomorrow, they want everyone to take a selfie.
Are you up for it? If you don’t do Twitter, Facebook, etc., post it to your blog then leave a link here in the comments and I’ll come check you out.
Here’s their blurb:
NASA invites you — and everyone else on the planet — to take part in a worldwide celebration of Earth Day this year with the agency’s #GlobalSelfie event.
The year 2014 is a big one for NASA Earth science. Five NASA missions designed to gather critical data about our home planet are launching to space this year. NASA is marking this big year for Earth science with a campaign called Earth Right Now, and as part of this campaign the agency is asking for your help this Earth Day, April 22.
While NASA satellites constantly look at Earth from space, on Earth Day we’re asking you to step outside and take a picture of yourself wherever you are on Earth. Then post it to social media using the hashtag #GlobalSelfie.
For more information on getting involved
For more information about NASA’s Earth science activities in 2014, visit:
I went to my church Christmas Fair on Saturday and chatted to a friend who was on face painting duty.
Want your face painted? she joked.
No thanks, I laughed.
Then I remembered my 101/1001 task to say yes to new experiences…and here is the result:
(I’m also doing my bit for Movember)
And yes, shocking as it is, I have lived fifty years without ever having my face painted. How about you?
Checking my Daily Prompt folder, I discovered I have 224 prompts to answer. I thought I’d better make a start.
The Hub and I celebrated his 21st birthday in our second home. We had been married four months and still had our figures:
My love for the Hub was fleeting. It lasted as long as the time it took to develop this photograph:
I see the world through eyes that are still this young:
We have always been companionable, so long as I tell him what to do and he does it:
In return, I have to wear a green headdress at all times.
Here’s a foreshadowing of our relationship:
Here’s an unusual point of view – the Hub is telling me what to do:
Don’t worry: it was only which section of the paper I could have. Natural order was soon restored:
From the Broadway production
The reason for today’s tenor-themed jokes is that Spud played the lead in Lend Me A Tenor this week. It was his third play in six months but he rose to the challenge and then some.
His school has a tradition at the end of the year of Lower Sixth students rehearsing and performing a play in a week. The students choose the director, the play, the cast, the crew; source the props; get a week off lessons to rehearse, which is much harder work than anything they’ll be taught once exams are done.
Because of licensing issues, the directors are chosen some weeks beforehand; they choose the play and begin auditions. Spud was cast before his exams and spent his revision downtime learning lines. The actual work started last Thursday, however. They rehearsed Saturday, each school day and after school as well. It was worth it.
One of the teachers told me that some years, the kids aren’t interested and it’s a shambles. Not this year. The girl playing Maria and the boy playing the bell-hop were particularly good, but each and every parent could feel proud of each and every child involved, front and backstage: it was clear they had worked their backsides off. Yes, there were mistakes, but the actors ad-libbed and it all added to the fun, especially when Spud accidentally bashed the Tenor’s head against the bed and the Tenor – supposed to be dead – got the giggles. They should have passed it off as rigor mortis.
Hub and I went to see the play last night. Did you ever burst with so much pride, you wanted to run onto a stage and scream at the audience, That’s my son! That’s my son!? He was sooooo good – he was nervous, edgy, wimpy, comical, sweaty and just so darn funny. The drama teacher told him he had ‘a rare talent,’ to act in a Greek Classical play, a major Shakespearean role, and a farce; and to be convincing in each one.
Proud doesn’t begin to cover it.
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