Aftermath of the ticker tape parade... http://t.co/vuxpzn4HG8— Jake Spurlock (@whyisjake) October 31, 2014
Checked in at City of San Francisco.
I don’t know what it felt like watching Mathewson pitch, but watching Bumgarner is like feeling an expertly administered epidural nip in between a couple of vertebrae and deliver bliss: it’s a gliding, almost eventless slide through the innings, with accumulating fly-ball outs and low-count K’s marking the passing scenery. It’s twilight sleep; an Ambien catnap; an evening voyage on a Watteau barge. Bumgarner is composed out there, his expression mournful, almost apologetic, even while delivering his wide-wing, slinging stuff. Sorry, guys: this is how it goes. Over soon.
Checked in at Little Skillet.
I was open-minded in anticipation watching the earth grow smaller, the moon grow larger… but all of us were totally surprised when the larger moon totally eclipsed the sun.
And we were in the shadow of the moon.
Satisfactory photographs unfortunately were not produced.
The black sky was different, especially on the surface of the moon. Because from earth, the surrounding light is visible when looking at the night sky. In space, the sun is always affecting the night sky. But on the surface of the moon, the sun’s light gave a pronounced velvet-like sheen, such that no stars were visible, especially in the vicinity of the earth. The stars were visible en route, but away from the sun, the stars were very visible, but on the surface of the moon, the ambient light enabled stars to be seen through the telescope but not through the visor cover on the eyes.