Bloggfrslur mnaarins, desember 2008

Venus og Mninn dansa tang Gamlrskvld ...

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Reikistjarnan Venus er langbjartasta stjarnan kvldhimninum essar vikurnar. gamlrskvld m bast vi skemmtilegri sjn skmmu eftir slarlag, en vera Venus og Tungli nvgi su-vestur himninum.

Myndin er r Starry Night Pro og snir hvernig staan verur um klukkan 18 gamlrskvld s fr slandi.

essi danssning Venusar og karlsins Tunglinu stendur aeins yfir skamma stund eftir slarlag. Sktuhjin munu san draga sig hl skjli ntur og svo ... og svo ...


Mninn htt himni skn,

hrmflur og grr.

Lf og tmi lur

og lii er n r.

Bregum blysum loft,

bleika lsum grund.

Glottir tungl og hrn vi hrnn

og hratt flr stund.

Kyndla vora hefjum htt,

horfi kvejum r.

Dtt vi dansinn stgum

dunar sinn grr.

Bregum blysum loft, ...

N er veur nsta frtt,

nttin er svo bl.

Blaktir blys vindi

blaktir lf t.

Bregum blysum loft, ...



Jn lafsson

Fing Venusar. Botticelli Sandro 1482-86.

a er engin fura a Mninn skuli vera nvgi vi Venus nrsntt Smile

Gleilegt r !

Takk fyrir ri sem er a la aldanna skaut Wizard

Venus og Tungli  Gamlrskvld

Svona litu sktuhjin t klukkan 17 Gamlrsdag
au eiga eftir a frast nr hvort ru egar lur kvldi...

www.spaceweather.com

www.stjornuskodun.is

www.astro.is


Tu bestu stjrnuljsmyndir rsins 2008

Stjrnufrin er einstaklega myndrn vsindagrein. hverju ri eru sundir ljsmynda teknar af undrum alheimsins, hvort sem er af stjrnuhugamnnum, stjrnufringum ea sendiherrum jararba ti slkerfinu. Margar essara mynda eru gullfallegar og verskulda sannarlega a sem flestir fi a njta eirra.

Sj Stjrnufrivefinn www.stjornuskodun.is

Myndirnar sem ar eru valdar sem tu bestu stjrnuljsmyndir rsins 2008 voru fyrst og fremst valdar t fr fegurargildi, en ekki sur vsindalegu.

Vi hverja mynd er lsing v sem fyrir augun ber, enda eru fyrirbrin ekki sur hugaver en myndirnar fallegar.

Myndin hr fyrir ofan er ein essara frbru mynda. Vi myndina stendur essi skring Svars Helga Bragasonar:

essa trlegu mynd af rykstormi vi gljfrakerfi Mars tk Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter geimfari. Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter er tbi grarlega flugum myndavlum sem gegna v hlutverki a kortleggja yfirbori mjg nkvmlega svo unnt s a draga upp sgu fljtandi vatns yfirborinu. MRO gegnir auk ess hlutverki veurtungls sem fylgist stugt me veurfarinu Mars. Stundum sr geimfari storma vera til yfirborinu, lkt og myndinni hr fyrir ofan.

Rykstormar Mars vera til egar vindur lyftir rykgnum upp af yfirborinu og htt upp lofthjpinn. Vatnss lofthjpnum ttist rykagnirnar og mynda ljsleit sk. Stundum breytast litlir stabundnir rykstormar sem essi einn risavaxinn hnattrnan rykstorm sem hylur allt yfirbori svo aeins hstu tindar eldfjallanna Mars standa upp r.

hverju degi vera talsverar breytingar lofthjpi Mars. essar breytingar m a hluta rekja til ess a Mars eru engin hf eins og jrinni. jrinni geyma hfin mikinn varma svo hitasveiflur hr eru ekki kja miklar milli dags og ntur. Yfirbor Mars er ein eyimrk sem hitnar fljtt daginn en klnar jafnsnggt nturnar, lkt og eyimrkum jarar. Daglegar hitasveiflur upp 100C sem endurspeglast breytileika lofthjpsins.

Veurfari Mars er skaplega heillandi og lrdmsrkt fyrir okkur sem lifum tmum loftslagsbreytinga jrinni. Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter er sendherra jararba rauu reikistjrnunni og er tla a afhjpa leyndardma hennar.

Mynd: NASA/JPL-Caltech/MSSS

Skoi hinar nu myndirnar vefsunni www.stjornuskodun.is.

Tu bestu stjrnuljsmyndir rsins 2008



Myndband Wall Stree Journal: How Iceland Collapsed ...

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Myndbandi hr fyrir nean birtist 26. desember Wall Street Journal. a gefur nokku ga mynd af standinu slandi.

Myndbandi Wall Street Journal er hr, ef innfellda myndbandi hr fyrir nean virkar ekki sem skyldi.


keypis og auvelt myndvinnsluforrit: Picasa-3 fr Google...

Picasa

Picasa-3 er einstaklega gilegt forrit til a halda utan um ljsmyndir, lagfra r, prenta ea setja myndaalbm. a besta er a forriti er keypis. Gott eins og flest sem kemur fr Google Smile.

Forriti byrjar a finna allar myndir sem eru tlvunni, jafnvel einnig r sem maur er binn a tna, og raar eim myndaalbm. annig hefur maur gott yfirlit yfir allar myndirnar tlvunni.

San er auvelt me einfldum agerum a lagfra galla myndunum. Sumar myndir halla, arar eru me undarlegum litbl, rau augu, skrar, of dkkar, o.s.frv. sem flestir ekkja. Jafnvel m ba til vde r myndunum og flytja yfir YouTube.

a besta er a lagfringarnar hafa engin hrif frummyndina sem er varveitt breytt.

Eftir lagfringar getur maur merkt bestu myndirnar me stjrnu og flutt yfir nja mppu ar sem auveldara er a njta eirra og skoa sem "slide show".

Hgt er a f keypis plss netinu (1Gb) fyrir myndaalbm sem auvelt er a flytja myndirnar . Sj hr. tprentun mynda er sraeinfld.

g nota Photoshop tluvert fyrir betri myndir, en Picasa-3 er miklu auveldara og fljtlegra notkun og meira en ng fyrir allar venjulegar myndir.

Mli eindregi me essu ga forriti fr Google. Heilmiki kennsluefni er netinu, eins og sst me v a leita me Google.

Forriti m skja hr: http://picasa.google.com

Kynning Picasa-3:


Vetrarslstur 21/12: Bein tsending fr 5000 ra gmlu grafhsi rlandi...


tilefni Aljalegs rs stjrnufrinnar 2009 verur vetrarslstum bein tsending slarupprs fr 5000 ra gmlu grafhsi rlandi, sem er eldra en Stonhenge. Ea er rttara a kalla etta 5000 ra gamla stjrnuathugunarst, eins og sgeir Kristinn bendir athugasemd sinni? a er gaman a velta essu fyrir sr. Menning, tr, tmatalsreikningur, ...

Smelli hr til a sj tsendinguna fr Newgrange sem verur fr klukkan 8:30 til 9:30 morgun sunnudaginn 21. desember.


Hr sst hvernig fyrstu slargeislarnir vetrarslstum berast eftir 18 metra lngum gangi sem er fyrir ofan innganginn a grafhsinu og lsa upp glfi fyrir framan skreyttan stein. Fyrir 5000 rum hefi slin n a skna steininn vetrarslstum. Sj nnar hr.

Myndin er fengin a lni APOD sunni hr.

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Vefsan www.astronomy2009.org

slenska vefsan www.2009.is

Vetrarslstur Stjrnufrivefnum

Newgrange - Winter Solstice

tsending fr vetrarslstum 2007. var veur hagsttt.

Bloggi Vetrarslstur, hnufeti, tminn og jlakveja


Gleileg Jl




Hvaa loftslagshlnun? annig spyr prfessor Ole Humlum...

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Frtt Morgunblasins dag, bls. 17.

Allt bendir til ess a ri sem er a la veri a kaldasta ldinni og ekkert hefur hlna sastliin 10 r. Samt halda margir a hlnun lofthjps jarar s fullum gangi. Er sta til a staldra aeins vi og huga mlin? a er einmitt a sem prfessor Ole Humlum er a gera.

Vissulega hlnai sustu ratugum sustu aldar og enn sem komi er hefur lofthitinn haldist okkalega hr. Hann hefur ekki haldi fram a hkka nokkurn tma. v verur ekki mti mlt.

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Myndin snir run lofthita sastliin 10 r, mlt tvennan htt.

Bli ferillinn er mling fr gervihnttum og raui ferillinn hefbundnar mlingar jru niri.

Grni ferillinn snir aukningu koltvsrings.

Ferillinn er fr miju essu ri og er v ekki me njustu ggnum, en au m sj vefsu prfessors Ole Humlum sem fjalla er um frttinni hr a ofan, www.climate4you.com

Umfjllun Ole Humlum om loftslagsbreytingar

Greinar eftir Ole Humlum

ri 2008 er kaldasta ri a sem af er ldinni. Blogg eftir Emil Hannes.


Frbr grein um sland Sunday Times

The Sunday TimesTimes Online

Adrian Antony Gill skrifar frbra grein me miklum hmor The Sunday Times dag. Eiginlega er ekki hgt anna en birta hana hr, jafnvel a s leyfi.
Auvita kemur vinur sland nmer 1, Gamli Jarpur (Gordon Brown), vi sgu og eru honum ekki vandaar kvejurnar.
Greinna m lesa hr.
From
December 14, 2008

Iceland: frozen assets

Six months ago, Iceland was one of the worlds richest nations. Now its bankrupt. AA Gill visits the first victim of the economic ice age

sunday_magazine_447497a.jpgIn the summer of 1783, there was a volcanic eruption in the southeast of Iceland that vomited lava into the Skafta river, which boiled and ran with fire like a mythological Nordic curse. The volcanic gases were toxic and poisoned animals in their byres. Seething clouds of opaque ash plumed into the sky, blotting the sun. Everything that photosynthesised withered and died. There was a famine that killed a fifth of the population a fifth of the people who had survived the smallpox epidemic that had previously seen off a quarter of all Icelanders.

So the penury of the Icelandic banking system, the collapse of its currency, the parlous implosion of its economy that relegated it from being, per capita, the second or third richest nation in the world to being the shivering Big Issue-seller of Europe, bobbing in the queue somewhere behind Albania and Moldova, is not actually the worst thing that ever happened to this island. That would have to be the two occasions when the plague wiped out more than half of everybody. Iceland didnt have any rats, but they got Europes worst case of bubonic deaths without them. Thats unheard of. Thats virtually impossible but thats how Icelands luck is. Its said you make your own luck; its never said that your luck also makes you.

Iceland and Icelanders have been forged on the anvil of hard knocks. The unfair thing about this latest paper calamity is that it happened just when they thought things were going so well. There were restaurants that sold food for people who werent hungry, there were international bars for international folk, there were boutique hotels with ambient music, and candles for smell, not illumination. Iceland was chic and cool, not just in a cold way. This summer, a pretty girl with a red nose and a pink scarf told me, everybody was here on a small patch of green in front of the parliament (which itself is smaller than Elton Johns guesthouse). We came to cheer and drink, because Iceland had won a silver medal at the Olympics for handball, she said. It was huge. Wed never won a medal before. Who came first? Who cares? We came second. Everything was going so well.

Reykjavik is littered with the detritus and shells of things that were once going so well and now arent going at all. Like the big four-wheel-drives, bought on a promise and the never-never. The biggest is a Babel-ish building site, palisaded by protective cranes, which was hoping to be a music hall, the Sydney Opera House of the far, far north. There is still a visitors centre, with a girl on the phone looking for a new job. Theres a toy model of what it is now unlikely to look like. You can peer through a telescope at nobody working. I watched one ancient traffic warden give a ticket to a solitary pick-up, abandoned on a patch of rutted wasteland that was going to be a smart amenity area. This was all financed by Landsbanki, one of the raiding banks that spent like mullered fishermen and borrowed like agoraphobic Vikings, who leveraged the economy into the stratosphere without a Keynesian parachute, along with every other bank in the monetarist world.

The difference here was that in every other city centre, they can run home to Daddy Government and have their gambling debts paid off. The Icelandic government is a dozen shepherds and a couple of grocers in Specsavers and M&S suits. One of the reasons they say the financial risk was so precipitous was that the entrepreneurial pool is so small. The bankers and the regulators, the ministers and the judges are all the same people theyve known each other all their lives, their wives and their children are friends, and nobody wanted to be the one who said no. And why should they?

It was all going so well.

Down by the container port, where the derricks droop idly, is a car pound the size of half a dozen football fields, circled by defunct iron boxes. Its full of hundreds, perhaps thousands of cars. Behind them, across the grey fjord, black pumice crags are scarred with snow. The cars are going nowhere, dumped here at the end of the world: a great, windswept, conceptual monument to the hubris of Mammon, laughed at by black-backed gulls. These testaments to excess are now the most tasteless things to be seen in. They call the puttering Range Rovers Game-Overs.

Further down the shore is a speculation of modern flats, expensive, insubstantial urban penthouses that may well remain empty for ever. A young man passing by, dressed in the winter uniform of Icelandic youth skinny jeans, T-shirt with ironic postmodern slogan, Converses and a bit of a useless scarf, hunched shoulders and a general air of thermometer-denial and hungover insouciance stops and laughs. Who did we ever think was going to live here? Now we look back and it seems mad. Anyone could have told them. I could have told them.

Outside Reykjavik, there are suburban developments for new commuter suburbs. They put in roads and street lights but the houses have yet to be built, or stand blankly unfinished. Outside, a little girl plays in the gloaming with her sheepdog. Its a strangely surreal image: the silent cul-de-sac, like a model of the middle-American burbs, with just this child, a character snatched from an Edward Hopper painting.

Further along a road called End of the World we find a self-employed electrician. His company is called Why Not Me. When he has finished here, he is going abroad to find work Poland, probably and he smiles a crooked Icelandic smile. Its a joke. There used to be lots of Poles here doing the dirty bits of the economic soft times. Now they have all gone home because the Icelandic krona has become shrapnel in the explosion of free markets.

Kaupthing, Landsbanki and Glitnir sound like elf characters from The Lord of the Rings, and there is an element of fairy-tale comeuppance to these three backwater banks. Only when youre shown their headquarters do you realise how bizarre and unworldly their success was. They look like small city shops, branches of Bradford & Bingley. One of them was run from the floor above a fast-food restaurant. As with every great disaster the world over, the moment after it happened, the scales fell from every eye and all could see that it was inevitable. Where were the white-collar jobs for the commute back from the brave new garden suburbs to come from? Where was the black-tie audience for the opera? How could Iceland have the sharpest cashiers in the world? How could this nation sustain just two main industries: cod-fishing and international high finance? And, most importantly, most damningly, how did they ever think they could buck the Icelandic luck? Now everyone looks back at the road theyve just travelled and wonders why none of them mentioned it was made of marzipan and Rolexes.

The act that tipped the last Icelandic bank off the edge of the cliff was delivered by Gordon Brown, who froze Icelandic assets in the UK using our new, gleaming anti-terrorist legislation. The Icelanders mind that theyre hurt by that. You see, they always imagined they were one of us, not one of them. But Gordon needed to do something cheap to look competent, so he beat up a smaller kid. Not just a bit of a slap, but a vicious kicking. Showing off to impress the girls. He would never have started it if the banks had been German or French, or even from Liechtenstein.

The Icelanders mind about the terrorist thing. They dont even have an army. They barely have a jail: its more of a drop-in centre. The police drive you home if youre too drunk. This is the most liberal, reasonable, hard-working, decent, moral, amusing and well-educated people on the Continent; a nation who are temperamentally the furthest away from terrorism. Remember that about Brown the man who said he wanted to prevent the export of terrorism. Remember it when he puts on his Save the World, Mr International Harmony hat. He put an ally into intensive care for the sake of a headline and three points in a weekend poll. Perhaps he didnt notice. Perhaps he was looking through his glass eye.

Lets just be clear about what Iceland really is. Most people think its the size of the Isle of Wight with the population of, say, Holland. Its bigger than Hungary, bigger than South Korea, which has a population of 50m. There are just over 300,000 people in Iceland. So thats a country the size of Portugal with the population of Bradford. Those are Mr Browns terrorists.

Iceland imagined that Europe and America would help it out. After all, it has always helped us out. Keflavik was a vital Nato base between the east coast of America and the west coast of Europe in the cold war. We were all in this together. Except, as they were to learn, we were only in it together if we were fat enough to buy ourselves the solution. The Russians bailed Iceland out: Reykjavik could be a very useful place to launder money and cock a snook. And the Faroe Islands, bless them, population 48,000, lent 34m. Everyone in Iceland signed a thank-you card. And finally the IMF came up with a rescue package.

Oh, but Gordon Brown or you and me, as he is known abroad leant on that so that fat, stupid English councils could get their greedy noses in the trough before Icelandic children got a banana. Thats not hyperbole because they have so little foreign currency, imports are graded into three categories: essential, necessary and luxury. Exotic fruit is a luxury, but then in Iceland a tree is an oddity. If you want fruit, eat fish liver or a puffin.

Sitting in the happy, healthy organic cafes of downtown Reykjavik where the hippie kids blog (there are more bloggers here than anywhere else) and girls with blond babies laugh at each other, you wouldnt know this was an economically dead country walking. In the 101, a New York-brittle boutique hotel built and patronised by the bankers and speculators, you couldnt tell that nobody here has a pension or savings. The groups of svelte and confident girls flick their hair, neck cocktails and make blatant passes at the men with face hair like mangy seals who are downing beer and shots. Icelanders react to bad news the way they always have. Its the same way they react to good news: they get hammered. Properly Valhallaed. The bars and clubs are full, the booze is expensive, and they toast each other with a grim irony. There are still redundancy payments around theyre cash-happy. The crunch will come in the New Year when the brass handshakes run out.

People may be hurt by Brown and the British, and embarrassed by the gluttony and ineptitude of their own businessmen, and they are angry with their government. They want an election and someone to be Icelandic enough to grasp the blame and responsibility. But about themselves and the future they are remarkably, Nordically sanguine. A very direct woman in a bar said: All that money, all the things and the stuff, its very un-Icelandic. The wanting, the conspicuous consumption, the avarice and ambition, the pathetic jealousy, that isnt us. A great weight has been lifted now the money and the desires are gone. We can get back to being who we are.

Who the Icelandics are is one of the great enigmas of northern Europe. They speak an ancient, pure Scandinavian. They are horrifically hard-drinking, maudlin and prone to flights of dark nihilism and lengthy bitterness. They are taciturn fishermen and farmers; stoical, practical and moral. They have published more books and produced more chess grandmasters per head than anywhere else. They read more and write more, they sing and play instruments. Everyone here can change a tyre, strip an engine, ride a horse, sail a boat, dress a sheep and cure a salmon. They have grown through a hard Calvinism to a moral atheism while maintaining an open mind about elves.

Roads are moved to avoid the homes of the hidden people: elves have to be asked permission before new buildings are built, and country folk see them regularly, not always when drunk. The fairy folk who share this empty island with the humans are Adams other children: the unwanted, cloaked by God in invisibility.

There is also a deep handmade seam of nostalgia that links all Icelanders. Families are going back to the old ways to buying the autumn-culled sheep. Traditionally you get an odd number, and the whole family comes to make slatur, a sort of fatty haggis sausage that is boiled and tastes like warm, meaty fat. The warming cabinets of convenience stores offer vacuum-packed, ready-cooked, laterally sliced halves of sheeps heads, which Im told are selling like boil-in-the-bag halves of sheeps heads. The women are going back to knitting rough, tarry wool into the mentally geometric jerseys that feel like wearing St Franciss wife-beater. A big second-hand shop has become a smart and fashionable place to shop, though not for anything that is fashionable or smart. The contents are commendably and pathetically meagre and practical. The boxes of second-hand records hum the contradictions of Icelands long winter. There are lots of romantic choral works, home-grown folk songs from men in third-degree knitting, and heavy metal and prog rock. On the second-hand-magazine rack are piles of practical outdoor-activity manuals and a copy of Hello! commemorating the death of Princess Diana.

The designer interior-decorating emporiums that sprung up in the last five years now stand empty and sulky, like party-dressed girls with panda eyes waiting at morning-after bus stops. Theres a large new mall on the outskirts of Reykjavik, neon-bright and desolate. The girl who takes me there says, A mall nothing could be less Icelandic than a mall. All this will go, and waves a mittened fist at the prefab warehouses, the new homes and the loneliness of the long-distance car park with its flapping flagpoles, and we can stop pretending to be little Americans, or Danes, or British.

There is something invigorating about Iceland at this moment like being with people waking from a dream. Its exciting and instructive. Its a patronising clich to say that people have wealth beyond mere riches. Nobody is better off for being poor. But this tight-knit, undemonstrative community at the edge of the world has been woven together from sterner stuff than I think we could muster. Well be all right were not going to starve, a shopkeeper told me. We have fish and rye and mutton and barley. We can grow the odd tomato in a polytunnel. We have skills useful skills, practical skills. And, you know, theyre under-heating the pavement outside my shop so it wont freeze in the winter. All our energy is thermal and free. So maybe I cant have a new mobile phone, but when I get drunk and fall over, the pavement will keep me warm.

From the 12th century a miraculous thing happened here: one of those eruptions of creation that defy the laws of culture and make civilisations briefly pyrotechnic. A series of books were written to illuminate the dark: sagas, secular stories of life, of mystery and mythology, of lords and farmers, politics and revenge, love affairs and voyages. Stories that were the first to be written as narratives with parabolas of plot and evolving characters. Nobody anywhere else had ever done that before. It is the birth of literature. They are as inexplicably, breathlessly awe-inspiring as the conception of the Renaissance a hundred years later. It was the Icelandic sagas that inspired Tolkien to write The Lord of the Rings, because he wanted Britain to retrospectively have a creation myth. Nobody knows what inspired Iceland or what precipitated this volcano of clear, collected genius. It was just Iceland: out there, sparse and treeless.

In the howling gale where the water boils and the volcanoes rumble, and the earthquakes make the ground liquid, and black shores crash and smoke, it is a landscape that fills you with either dread or stories. And its shared with the hidden people and the heroic solitude, a brooding presence to measure your height against.

Iceland has grasped this weakness, this greed, this business with money, and turned its back to take an unsentimental look at itself.

They will be all right. This is the nation that made the first democratic parliament the Althing that fought the Royal Navy to make the first sustainable fishery in the northern hemisphere, produced three Miss Worlds and one Nobel literature laureate then came second at handball. You are measured by how squarely you stand against bad luck. Not how you squander good luck.

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Komment um greinina:

Your best ever Adrian. It's a pity it is about such tragedy. But as they say..."We'll be Ok" I'm sure they will.

Geoff, birmingham, uk

Another superb article from one of my favourite writers.

miko, Singapore,

A superb article, written on two levels. It starts off rough, almost on purpose, and ends as one of the best written articles I've read in recent years. I've never been to Iceland, but surely I want to go now, if only to meet some of the folks who have survived more than most nations ever could.

Stephen Churchill, Brockton, USA

I have never read a more elegantly written article in my life.

Michael Fernandes, Chapel Hill, USA

A gifted scribe indeed, writing about a place in need of gifts. Yet which also evidences the consequences of seeking easy wealth.
Prov 11:28) "He that trusteth in his riches shall fall: but the righteous shall flourish as a branch."

daniel hamilton, Chelsea, United States

Exceptionally good. And true to life of all the Icelanders I have met in several countries.

Austin Scott, Chicago,

I've been to Iceland many times over the years, organizing tourist trips centering on the Medieval sagas. But best of all I have made friends there, and the integrity and the courage of Icelanders will take them through this. A. A. Gill did a fantastic job on capturing the spirit of Iceland.

Bob Wilhelm, Hagerstown, USA

This is definitely one of the best articles I have ever read on this website.

Kunal Chakraborty, Cambridge, UK

This article is staggeringly well written. Iceland is a fascinating place, made all the more intriguing by A.A. Gill's evocative writing. The Icelandic attitude is apt: while nobody enjoys being poor, adversity can be a reinvigorating test of character - e.g. late 70s Britain, early 90s Australia.

Luke Critchley, Toowoomba, Australia

Sj hr:

http://business.timesonline.co.uk/tol/business/economics/article5329762.ece


mbl.is Brown sparkai slendinga
Tilkynna um vieigandi tengingu vi frtt

N er a svart: Loftslag heimsins hlnar, segja Rssar og vitna til gagna fr heimsskautasvunum... Breytingar Golfstraumnum?

Er ekki sta til a hafa hyggjur af essari frtt 12. des?


"World Climate Growing Warmer, Say Russians, Citing Arctic Data"

Two Professors Independently Find Change in Temperature - They See a Gulf Stream Relation, but Look for Deeper Causes"

Loftslag heimsins hlnar, segja Rssar og vitna til gagna fr heimsskautasvunum. eir tengja a breytingum Golfstraumnum, og jafnvel breytingum tgeislun slar.

Svona hjar fyrirsgn hugaverar greinar 12. desember New York Times.

a er vissulega sta til a hafa miklar hyggjur af essu v eitthva u n d a r l e g t er seyi !

Hva er svona undarlegt vi etta? Er etta ekki dauans alvara?

Greinin er ekki r New York Times 12. desember 2008, heldur 70 rum ur, ea 12. desember 1938.

Svo segja menn a sagan endurtaki sig ekki Wink.

a merkilega er a nkvmlega essi sama frtt hefi geta veri blaiu gr!

Hvernig vera frttirnar eftir 70 r?


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Sem sagt, etta var ri 1938. Ekki ri 2008.

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Tungli tungli taktu mig ... N er lag vi tungli er nst jru fstudaginn 12 des!

morgun er nokku merkilegur dagur, v fstudaginn 12. desember verur tungli okkar venju strt og venju nlgt jru. Lklega hefur fullt tungl ekki veri nr jru san 8. mars 1993 og verur ekki aftur fyrr en 14. nvember 2016. Fstudagurinn 12 des. er v dlti merkilegur ...

myndinni m sj muninn str tunglsins egar a er nst jru og fjrst. Munurinn er tluverur, en hefur einhver teki eftir essum strarmun? Hefur einhver teki eftir v hve tungli er venju strt essa dagana?

Hvers vegna er tungli svona mis langt fr jru?

moon_orbit_20030722142611.gifa er vegna ess a braut tunglsins umhverfis jru er ekki hringferill heldur sporskjulaga ferill ea ellipsa. Reyndar alls ekki eins kt og myndinni hr til hliar. Munurinn jarfir og jarnnd er um 10%.

egar tungli er lengst fr jru er a svokallari jarfir ea apogee, en jarnnd ea perigee egar a er nst jru, eins og sst myndinni.

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Hafi i teki eftir v a egar tungli er mjg lgt himni virist a vera miklu strra en egar a er htt himinhvolfinu. Hva veldur? Er a ljsbrot ea er tungli kannski nr jru? Svari kemur vart, v stan er bara undarleg skynvilla. Vi getum prfa a mla tungli me tommustokk, bi egar a er vi sjndeildarhringinn og htt himninum og kemur hi sanna ljs. Vi ltum platast. G tskring essari skynvillu er hr Vsindavefnum.


Kveskapur um tungli ...

Jn lafsson ritsjri, skld, og alingismaur orti etta um son sinn laf sem sar var tannlknir Bandarkjunum:

Tungli m ekki taka hann la
til sn upp himnarann,
fer hn mamma a grta og gla
og gerir hann pabba sturlaan.

Jn langafi bloggarans orti meira um tungli. Flestir hafa sungi um mnann Gamlrsdag og rettndanum:

Mninn htt himni skn,

hrmflur og grr.

Lf og tmi lur

og lii er n r.

Bregum blysum loft,

bleika lsum grund.

Glottir tungl og hrn vi hrnn

og hratt flr stund.

Kyndla vora hefjum htt,

horfi kvejum r.

Dtt vi dansinn stgum

dunar sinn grr.

Bregum blysum loft,

bleika lsum grund.

Glottir tungl og hrn vi hrnn

og hratt flr stund.

N er veur nsta frtt,

nttin er svo bl.

Blaktir blys vindi

blaktir lf t.

Bregum blysum loft,

bleika lsum grund.

Glottir tungl og hrn vi hrnn

og hratt flr stund.


ess m geta a Jn var upphafsmaur slendingadagsins Manitoba sem haldinn hefur veri rlega san 1874 er Jn var 24 ra ritstjri Lgbergs.

Theodora Thoroddsen orti essa skemmtilegu og l n g u ulu, en fyrirsgn bloggsins er auvita fengin ar a lni. ulan er svo lng a hn ber mann auveldlega hlfa lei heimana nja:

"Tungli, tungli taktu mig
og beru mig upp til skja".
Hugurinn ber mig hlfa lei
heimana nja.
Mun ar vera margt a sj,
mrgu hefuru sagt mr fr,
egar leist um loftin bl
og leist til mn um rifinn skj.
Komdu, litla lipurt!
Langi ig a heyra,
hva mig dreymdi, hva g s
og kannski sitthva fleira.
Lju mr eyra.
Litla flni, lju mr snggvast eyra:
ar er siglt silfurbt
me seglum ndum,
raugull r og bndum,
rennir hann beint a strndum,
rennir hann beint a bjrtum slarstrndum.
"ar situr hn mir mn"
mttlinum grna,
hn er a spinna haln
hempu fyrir brnin sn.
"Og seinna, egar slin skn",
sendir hn eim gullin fn,
mnasilfur og messuvn,
mrgu er r a velja.
Hn svo margt, sem enginn kann a telja.
"ar sitja systur".
S sem verur fyrstur
a kyssa eirra klafald,
og kvea um eirra undravald,
honum gefa r gullinn streng
ggjuna sna.
"Ljktu upp, Lna!"
N skal g kvea ljflingslj
um lokkana na,
kvea og syngja ljin lng
um lokkana mjku na.
"ar sitja brur"
og brugga vl,
gakktu ekki skginn, egar skyggir.
ar situr hn Mara mey,
man g, hva hn sng:
g er a vinna vori
vetrar kvldin lng.
Ef a ornar ullin vel
og ekki gerir strfelld l
sendi g r um sumarmlin sley varpa.
Fgur er hn harpa.
Um messur fru fleira,
fjlu og msareyra,
hlunum gef g grnan kjl,
svo gngum vi upp Tindastl,
nturvkul sumarsl
"sveigir fyrir norurpl",
en dvergar og trll sr ba bl
bergsins innstu leynum
og ljslfar sr leika hl
a lsigulli og steinum.
Vi skulum reyna a rna fr eim einum.
Brnunum gef g gntt af skasteinum.
" spretta laukar,
gala gaukar".
syngja svanir tjrnum,
segu a brnum,



Krkjur:

Hva er tungli langt fr jru?

Frleikur um Tungli Stjrnufrivefnum

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Wikipedia: Mikill frleikur um Tungli.

Svona leit tungli t yfir Esjunni ljsaskiptunum a kvldi 13. desember 2008:

Tungl yfir Esju 13. des 2008


Veiimaurinn ron ea Aurvandill er meal fegurstu stjrnumerkjanna...

Aurvandill

Eitt glsilegasta stjrnumerki himinsins fer a vera meira og meira berandi kvldhimninum nstu vikum. N egar er fari a glitta kollinn veiimanninum miju kvldi, en innan skamms mun Aurvandill gnfa yfir landi og j suurhimninum. (Smella risvar mynd til a stkka).

grsku goafrinni var ron hinn mikli veiimaur og sonur Pseidons og Eruyale drottningar. A llum lkindum er etta stjrnumerki sem fornmenn nefndu Aurvandil og kemur fyrir Snorra-Eddu. Aurvandill er s sem ferast um me bjrtu skini.

BetelgsTvr stjrnur ron bera af. a eru Rgel og Betelgs. Skoum myndina sem er efst sunni.

Nest til hgri ron er blleita stjarnan Rgel, bjartasta stjarna merkisins. Hn er 60 sund sinnum bjartari en slin okkar, hn er mun heitari en slin og 900 ljsra fjarlg. Er Rigel Aurvandilst sem geti er um Snorra-Eddu?

Nst bjartasta stjarna merkisins er hin gyllta Betelgs, efst horninu vinstra megin. Betelgs er svokallaur rauur risi og er um 600 ljsra fjarlg og er verml hennar um 1000 sinnum meira en verml slar. Samt er hn ekki nema um 20 sinnum efnismeiri. Vri Betalgs stdd ar sem slin er, ni hn t fyrir braut Mars. Jrin vri sem sagt langt inni irum hennar. a er undarlegt til ess a hugsa a ttleiki hennar er aeins einn milljnasti ttleika vatns. Ef vi reyndum a snerta henni yrum vi einskins vr!

miju merkisins eru rjr stjrnur sem mynda belti rons. etta eru stjrnurnar Alntak, Alnlam og Mintaka og hafa r veri nefndar fjsakonurnar rjr.

Sverokan

sveri rons er Sverokan frga sem mli stjrnufringa kallast M42. essar stjrnur sverinu hafa veri nefndar fjsakarlarnir. Demanturinn sverinu leynir sr ekki myndinni efst sunni. etta er auvita sverokan frga og gifagra. Sj myndina hr til hliar.

Vel m greina essa stjrnuoku me venjulegum handsjnauka, og me gum vilja jafnvel me berum augum egar skyggni er gott og ljsmengun ltil.

a sakar ekki a smella risvar myndirnar af sverokunni og ron til a stkka r.

r skldskaparmlum Snorra-Eddu:

rr fr heim til rvanga, ok st heinin hfi honum. kom til vlva s, er Gra ht, kona Aurvandils ins frkna. Hon gl galdra sna yfir r, til ess er heinin losnai. En er rr fann at ok tti vn, at braut myndi n heininni, vildi hann launa Gr lkninguna ok gera hana fegna, sagi henni au tendi, at hann hafi vait noran yfir livga ok hafi borit meis baki sr Aurvandil noran r Jtunheimum, ok at til jartegna, at ein r hans hafi stait r meisinum, ok var s frerin, sv at rr braut af ok kastai upp himin ok geri af stjrnu , er heitir Aurvandilst. rr sagi, at eigi myndi langt til, at Aurvandill myndi heim koma, en Gra var sv fegin, at hon mundi enga galdra, ok var heinin eigi lausari ok stendr enn hfi r, ok er ar boit til varnanar at kasta hein of glf vert, v at hrrist heinin hfi r. Eftir essi sgu hefir ort jlfr hvinverski Haustlng.


Myndin hr fyrir nean er fengin a lni r grein um ron eftir Svar Helga Bragason Vsindavefnum.

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Nstu vikur skulum vi fylgjast me veiimanninum ron ea Aurvandli vini okkar kvldin. Fylgjast me hvernig hann ferast yfir stjrnuhimininn. essa dagana er hann byrjaur a sjst suausturhimninum sla kvlds, en eftir nokkrar vikur fer hann a sjst hrra og hrra lofti suurhimninum. verur hann tignarlegur meira lagi. Hann verur hsuri um nuleyti kvldin um mijan febrar.

a er einhvernvegin annig a vi njtum stjrnuhiminsins miklu betur ef vi ekkjum hann aeins.

Aurvandill?

Aurvandill?

Krkjur:

Hva geti i sagt mr um stjrnumerki ron? Svar Helgi Bragason Vsindavefnum.

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