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Astronomers announced on Wednesday that at last they had captured an image of the unobservable: a black hole, a cosmic abyss so deep and dense that not even light can escape it.
“We have seen what we thought was unseeable,” said Shep Doeleman, an astronomer at the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics, and director of the effort to capture the
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remember’d well!
So gleams the past, the light of other days,
Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays;
A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,
Distinct but distant — clear — but, oh how cold!
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They went surfing during the polar vortex and the photos are surreal… Temperatures below zero can’t come between these guys and catching some waves!
MARQUETTE, Mich. — Some of the best waves on Lake Superior happen in the winter. So naturally, a little polar vortex couldn’t stop Daniel Schetter and Allen Finau from
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Some cities just sound cold.
Despite their best attempts to promote their pleasant summer weather, Chicago and Buffalo, New York, for example, may be a couple of U.S. cities that first come to mind when the word cold is mentioned.
But do statistics back their shivering reputation? What really are America’s coldest major cities?
There are many ways
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Standby for the last lunar eclipse for 2 years: The blood wolf moon night of 1/20-21 coming to a North American continent near you
Skywatchers across the continental U.S. will be treated to a total lunar eclipse overnight on Jan. 20-21, when Earth’s shadow sweeps over the lunar surface to give it a reddish tinge and turn it into what some call
‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening