Two families in transit at Fiji airport
Thursday, February 3rd, 2011Father and son dork out over the Air Pacific fleet. The planes are hulking in front of the hangar, hemmed by low jungle escarpment.
“It’s a 747,” muses Dad. “Pretty new fleet.”
Father and son dork out over the Air Pacific fleet. The planes are hulking in front of the hangar, hemmed by low jungle escarpment.
“It’s a 747,” muses Dad. “Pretty new fleet.”
By guest blogger, Tyler Broyles
Arriving at Tetepare Island’s bat cave I realised it may be a little less Marvel Comics and a little more Indiana Jones. I crawled after my companions into a four-foot high black, sharp, murky, wet hole. We were face-to-ass, ass-to-face as we stooped through the six inches of water trickling out.
[I edited a blog for the NSW National Science Week Committee in mid-2009, called 10daysofscience. This is one of my resurrected posts ...]
After a fortuitous encounter at the Eureka Awards dinner on Tuesday, Professor Bryan M. Gaensler leapt on a brilliant opportunity. But first: watch this.
Physics professor Gaensler had a tutorial scheduled the next day about the challenges of portraying science and astronomy in film. He planned to use 1996 movie ‘Contact‘ (starring Jodie Foster) as his primary example.
[I edited a blog for the NSW National Science Week Committee in mid-2009, called 10daysofscience. This is one of my resurrected posts ... and was a pretty incredible evening!]
Three-and-a-half seconds, give or take a nanosecond or two. That’s the finely calibrated length of time I could gaze at the man suspended from hooks before a shudder would arch up my spine and I’d turn my head away. Repeat.
But that was Wednesday night and I’m back for more. It’s Friday night at the Powerhouse and it’s all about fear. I’m here with my sister who politely refused a consent armband at the door. “I’ll hold your bag, OK?” she says.