Discovery+ISS - Space day II.
Discovery
Labels: Photographing, Pictures, Space exploration
Discovery
Labels: Photographing, Pictures, Space exploration
13 people in space in same time. It's 8 hours as the second hungarian is on his way for the second time, and he is the first space tourist who has second trip. So, the Soyuz TMA-14 is on way to the International Space Station, the Discovery with the crew of STS-119 is back to home and the ISS between guests.
Those who are above our head (Was there any time when there were 13 in same time?):
Lee Archambault
Tony Antonelli
Joe Acaba
John Phillips
Steve Swanson
Ricky Arnold
Sandra Magnus
Gennady Padalka,
Michael Barratt
ISS Expedition 18:
Mike Fincke
Yury Lonchakov
Koichi Wakata
And as the opportunity was at hand in evening at 19:30 we watched with the family as the Discovery leaded the ISS , and ran over the sky above us.
Labels: News, Space exploration
Visiting relatives. On the weekend of 15th of March.
That was an adventure, of course, Friday 13.
Papa-mama into the car, go to Kesztölc, to the relatives. But poor Igor thought that in different way, it just lost power and then blowed out its mind after the köröshegy bridge. Oli level: NILL. Didn't it eat it!? And of course, the spare oil laughed here in the garage in its nice silver can. So Zolika had to be hitchhiker on the speedway for the first time in his live. Big thank you to the gentleman with the Renault Thalia (here's the place of adv.) and to the tank truck driver who made the car-Balatonboglár gas station route possible to me. So the oil question became solved, but Igor still had no power, so brought him to check. Right, riding with 2 cylinders instead of 4 is not a rush. But this problem had been solved, too, the russian technic ran like a rocket.
At our relatives we ate-drank a lot, went out into the forest, played poker until late nights, and at last, I could see the Matrix 2 in slovak language! :D After all, I can tell that this trip was positive.
But the point is: NOWHERE on 13rd, Friday.
Labels: Everydays, Travelling
The goodness dieing, the beauty is crumbling.
We run away in the next of them, can't recognise them. The man fade into frugality, can't see by itself, have to make it to see. And that's problem. If others make us see then we can't see that in their reality, not from our point of view, the reality become fiction. But fiction is valueless, can exist only in dreams. The grey means everything against us, and against that make us real, against own thoughts, against own opinion, to can see, to can REALISE, SEE without anybody else. This is the value. Dare to be different, see, make opinion freely. Create reality into the unreality. Colours instead of grey.
Beauty. Ourselves.
Labels: Thoughts