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Sugar Star Candy is a playroom filled with snapshots of things I love. I blog about astronomy, programming, mathematics, music and illustration. Oh, I like maps and running too.

Cell Machine

The Chemist

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I am what, am I? A marvelous collection of plasma cogs. Tiny dancers, fluid, moist body. Blood. Cytoplasm Mitochondrial Membrane. My insides, out. Spiritual Alone. I am an enclosed network. An intranet of frail thoughts. A curated list of careful phrases Generative sentences Heaps of random strings Pluck pluck pluck Note the rhythm Divine. Endoplasmic reticulum , the nucleus. The staircase to heave, in and the relief. Release. A small pattern against His sky. [Read More]
poetry 

Dog Daisy

P ≠ NP

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Unvollständigkeit ohne dich – es vergiftet sonst, verhungert.

P ≠ NP, doch.

Unsere Liebe schien einfach nie möglich

Ich weiss ja fast nichts.

Informationen sind ja knapp. Genaus so wie Liebe.

Wie kann ich beweisen, selbst mit einer Weißen Blume

und damals mit ungleichen Blütenblättern

“Sie liebt mich”,

so beginnt es.

Aber niemals gleich.

Versuche dies zu beweisen, bis alle

Schönheit sich auflöst.

poetry 

I am

What I am

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I am the dust on moon that’s never blown over but remains. I am the powdered wings of the dead moth. I am the water in a rock pool, still, with knowing awaiting the tide to wash over salted strains. I am the silence between the strings of harp. I hold all potential to the glint of light on water, before it shimmers. I am the immovable mind that which takes care [Read More]
poetry 

I am nothing special

In fact I am a bit of a bore

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The future of Product Design I’m nothing special, in fact I’m a bit of a bore, If I tell a joke, you’ve probably heard it before Thinking up prompts I write this blog post, because it is mostly, well, therapeutic. I write, to detoxify a brain, overflowing with ideas, fears, anxiety, headlines, doomsday clock countdowns and lately ChatGPT prompts. Prompts echo in my head, accompanying images and stories that would wake and inspire Salvador Dali — what’s in a name? [Read More]

The Green Comet

Looking Up while Looking Down

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For Clint. In his “Thoughts on Various Subjects” from 1706, Jonathan Swift wrote: “Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards and pretences to foretell events”. Green Comet Slooh art streaks ZTF Let’s face it. the true fortune tellers are the scientists who can predict when a cataclysm, stability or highpoint, could be expected. [Read More]
comet 2022 E3  astronomy  messier  nebulae 

A Praise Poem to Orion

A Praise Poem in celebration of Bellatrix and all the women and hunters, who are close to our hearts.

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Tonight we gather to sing scientific songs of praise to Orion and all hunters. Against a star speckled dome we find the firm bright shoulders of the Hunter, Betelgeuse and Bellatrix. But now I wonder, should we upend convention and follow Herschel’s heed when viewing the constellation from a Southern Sky and name Rigel and Saiph the shoulders of Orion, while the knees bend through nodes and vectors of Betelgeuse and Bellatrix. [Read More]
slooh  orion 

When will I see you again?

Every moment is a once in a lifetime event.

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Sometimes we look up at the skies because someone told us to, or we read about it in the news and we don’t want to miss a once in a lifetime event. “If you don’t look now, you’re never going to see this again. Ever.” “Not again in your lifetime.” “The last time this happened was in 1623!” While it provides the spark to ignite a lifelong love for the stars and skies, I also find it a little absurd. [Read More]
conjunction  great conjunction 

A Brief Diversion

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I looked up at Antares

but Antares did nothing to acknowledge me.

I looked down at the dandelion

and it could care less.

I walked toward a tree and scared half a dozen birds.

I stepped on ants, scared a harmless snake and

a gecko left left its tail behind,

for me to find

nature is simply a brief diversion from

what lies beyond this precious moment.

poetry 

A Nest full of Stars

Weavers Nests, Cocoons and Nebulae

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I observe two nurseries hanging in the sky outside my window. Vastly different, yet shrouded in equal mystery as both still hold on to secrets, rewarding the brave and patient, those who unravel the cosmos in systematic and careful observations from one data point the next. My own observations are sporadic and impulsive, I look up and outside – the first nursery sways about 10 feet away from me, a bulbous bunch of nests, expertly woven in the wind, home to Cape Weavers who we’ve shared our garden with for almost 5 years now. [Read More]
nebula  emission nebula  cape weavers 

Of Sun Signs and True Loves

Diamonds in the tail of a Scorpion

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Like any well respected middle-class family in the 70s, we had Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs on our bookshelf. I loved the Pan Macmillan dust cover. Neither my parents nor siblings held firm believes over star signs and the supposed influence on personality and life-paths. The book made it to our shelf, testament to Mom who followed the book columns in the local press and for that matter her heart, because we had Colleen McCullough’s Thornbirds in our collection too! [Read More]