A long, dark magnetic filament is looping over the sun’s northeastern limb today.
NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory took the picture just a few hours ago using the highest-resolution cameras ever flown on a mission to study the sun. Plasma trapped inside the filament is dense and cool relative to the seething inferno below. If the filament collapses, as filaments often do, the plasma could hit the surface and explode, producing a Hyder flare or a coronal mass ejection (CME).
REAL SOUTH Philadelphians call the Italian Market “Ninth Street,”
Passyunk “The Avenue.” “Moyamensing” only has 3 syllables.(moy-MEN-sing)
Real South Philadelphians love the challenge of a tight parking spot.
Real South Philadelphians do the “South Philly Slide” through stop signs.
Real South Philadelphians eat macaroni on Sunday.
Real South Philadelphians have an aunt who still has plastic slipcovers on her furniture
Real South Philadelphians scrub their stoop every Saturday morning.
Real South Philadelphians play pinochle and drink homemade red
REAL SOUTH Philadelphians call Second Street “Two Street.”
Real South Philadelphia parents call their young children “mommy” or “daddy.”
Real South Philadelphians add the letters “y” or “ie” after every guy’s name:
(Joey, Paulie, Johnie, Mikey, Sammy, Bobby, Markie, Ralphie, Jimmy, Nicky, etc)
Real South Philadelphians know what “wiz wit” means
Real South Philadelphians have a statue of Mary in their front window surrounded by Phillies/Flyers baubble-heads
Real South Philadelphians know the difference between pizza and tomato pie.
Real South Philadelphian waitresses always call ya “Hon”
Real South Philadelphians still call Frank Rizzo “Mayor Rizzo.”
Real South Philadelphians make their own Lemoncello.
Real South Philadelphians don’t mind the music from the Mister Softee truck
Real South Philadelphians call their favorite treat “wooder ice”(churry or strawburry).
Real South Philadelphians think that $2,500 a year for insurance on a 1977 Toyota Corolla is a bargain.
Real South Philadelphians sleep soundly through gunfire and ambulance sirens.
Real South Philadelphians visit New York and are impressed by how clean it is.
Real South Philadelphians call sprinkles on top of your ice cream cone “jimmies”.
Real South Philadelphians vacation at the Jersey shore (pronounced “Downa shoore”) and think its better than going to the Bahamas (there’s more stuff to do, plus you know everybody.)
Real South Philadelphians know that only tourists go to Geno’s, Pat’s and Jim’s : You only go if you’re drunk and it’s 3:00 a.m.
And most importantly:
It Ain’t Sauce Cuz’ it’s Gravy
And real South Philadelphians have always known that
I think those articles should have run about 3 weeks ago.
Now your flowers can glow in the moonlight like the sheen that will coming off 20% of the gulf.
I am particularly loving Barack Obama’s quote this week about the BP oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico. I love it so much I want a T-Shirt!
“PLUG THE DAMN HOLE!!”
Sounds like he’s wising up and finally taking a page from the Joe Biden play book! When diplomacy doesn’t work, start swearing a little! It scares the rich Christians! HAHA!
Read about it on the Internet thing…
A magnetic filament on the sun erupted yesterday, May 24th, and the blast hurled a coronal mass ejection (CME) in the general direction of Earth. NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory recorded the action around the blast site in 10xHDTV resolution:
Shortly after the eruption, the Solar and Heliospheric Observatory (SOHO) spotted a billion-ton CME racing away from the sun. NOAA forecasters say there is a 35% chance of geomagnetic activity on May 27th when the cloud delivers a glancing blow to Earth’s magnetic field. High-latitude sky watchers should be alert for auroras.
After I was able to cross Kraftwerk off of my “bucket list” of bands to see, I was happy at the prospect of never going to see another band live again. When my cousin called me and said she wanted to go and see the B-52’s live, I was a little apprehensive at first, but in looking back over my concert going career, they where one of the bands that I always loved (before the Love Shack/Roam invasion) but had never seen live. I thought, “WTF” I’ll go. And I was glad I made that decision.
They rocked it. The crowd was a mix of folks my age with their kids (it was an open show and I should have taken my daughter who is also a fan), my parents age, and a younger college crowd which was nice to see. Also, the hispter factor was at an all time low which was another plus.
They played the obligatory “Love Shack” and “Roam” and of course “Rock Lobster”, but the most impressive aspect of the show was that the play list consisted mostly of songs from their “Wild Planet” album. They played maybe 3 songs off of their new album “Funplex”, but the fact that they went back to the “Wild Planet” to get most of their material was the best.
Keith Strickland is an amazing guitar player, and for each song they played, the roadie supplied him a fresh guitar. Even when during the beginning of “Party Out of Bounds” when guitar handed to him was out of tune, he stopped the song much to the amusement of the other band members and they began again. Its was hard to remember that he was the original drummer for the band before Ricky Wilson’s untimely death in the late 80’s. The spirit of Ricky is still strong in those early guitar rifts that Keith now belts out. I wish they had played some songs off of my favorite album “Whammy”, but that was the last album Ricky and his sister Cindy Wilson worked on before his death. I can imagine that some of those songs still carry a sting to them.
It also was inspiring that Cindy Wilson, who left the band back in the early 90’s to have a career as a housewife and a mother could come back now, with a voice as strong as ever, to rock it just as she had back in the late 70’s. Kate Pierson is an amazing vocalist, and it was the same with her; like she had just stepped out of a time capsule, only a little older and wiser. Fred Schneider was in “Full Frontal Fred” form, with his microphone, Spock/Kirk “Phaser Set to Stun” baseball tee, and cow bell. Fred rapped way before it was the norm, a credit due to him which I think is tragically overlooked.
If you get a chance to see them live this summer, don’t pass it up. It’s like turning down a chance at tasting a vintage wine or wondering how good the soup might have been vs the salad. The B-52’s are a true professional band and they will not disappoint. And another plus-NO AUTO TUNE!
I’ll give you fish. I’ll give you candy. I’ll give you everything I have in my hands…
as see on b3ta.com
If you haven’t heard, the self proclaimed savior of the world and personal do-good’er Bono from the band who defined “sell out” known as U2 has been admitted to a hospital for emergency back surgery. Personally I think its from bending over in those stupid rock and roll poses in his music videos while the camera sails under his crotch or down his big mouth.
He’s probably in the hospital right now saying, “how kin yew poke foon of me in yer bloog when there’s all this suffrin’ goin on in me back! NURSE! I need another Nooty Booty bar!!!”
Here’s the CNN article, if you are pretending to give a crap!
