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How could they be done delivering samples? Don't they have one more TEGA oven left to open? .
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IIRC scraping up and prepositioning samples for later delivery has been mentioned. Perhaps letting them sit will reduce the clumpiness of the samples when they are delivered.
QUOTE (James Sorenson @ Oct 22 2008, 07:47 AM) 
How could they be done delivering samples? Don't they have one more TEGA oven left to open? .
.May be they intend to collect falling snow and are hoping for frost to form in the oven, that is left open.
QUOTE (belleraphon1 @ Oct 22 2008, 12:54 AM)
Also interesting this... using the arm to nudge a sample...
"Later this week, Phoenix engineers and scientists will use the robotic arm to attempt to push a soil sample piled in a funnel on top of the lander’s Wet Chemistry Laboratory into a cell for analysis."
"Later this week, Phoenix engineers and scientists will use the robotic arm to attempt to push a soil sample piled in a funnel on top of the lander’s Wet Chemistry Laboratory into a cell for analysis."
"Later this week" would be tosol (146) if the tweet from Phoenix 12h ago is anything to go by...
QUOTE (Phoenix)
A sample of dirt is stuck in the funnel opening to the Chem Lab, so using my robotic arm I'll try to give it a careful nudge tomorrow.
Don't bother with a carefull nudge, hit it hard with a "hammer", works every time. 
Did anyone notice, from http://www.met.tamu.edu/mars/142.html:
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1FD1-8: The Hunt for WCL0'S Missing Sample
Hilarious stuff...
Colourisation and anaglyph from Sol 142 here, if anyone wants a look... 
... and Sol 144 images here...
Really want to say a big THANK YOU to Mark Lemmon for all his hard work putting the Phoenix images online in his easy-to-browse gallery...
Really want to say a big THANK YOU to Mark Lemmon for all his hard work putting the Phoenix images online in his easy-to-browse gallery...
Sol 148, and Phoenix snaps infamous British villain, Hissing Sid, on Mars... that poor, (almost certainly space-crazy by now) cat living in the probe had better watch out... 
About time for this song:
I cant light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life
Its much too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, its always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me ...
Elton John, 1974
I cant light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life
Its much too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light
Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, its always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me ...
Elton John, 1974
Damn; that was so appropriate, Dan. Life really sucks when it's just so real, you know? 
But, the hell of it is that there's always light:
When the Sun shines on my face
I see dancing dust motes, mysterious...can I see them closer?
Smells of pollen, green and sneezing
Walk the world, people's faces
How many know that we walk alien worlds now?
It doesn't matter....you are secure in your knowledge
That the dream unfolds
As the planet rotates massively into night
The ponderous sunset explodes
before your eyes, and maybe
you're the only one around you
who realizes what you're seeing
it is so precious to be alive, damn it
it is the only gift ever given
or ever needed
because you can see
and seeing is all you ever wanted from this world
and to see others makes life all worth the while
But, the hell of it is that there's always light:
When the Sun shines on my face
I see dancing dust motes, mysterious...can I see them closer?
Smells of pollen, green and sneezing
Walk the world, people's faces
How many know that we walk alien worlds now?
It doesn't matter....you are secure in your knowledge
That the dream unfolds
As the planet rotates massively into night
The ponderous sunset explodes
before your eyes, and maybe
you're the only one around you
who realizes what you're seeing
it is so precious to be alive, damn it
it is the only gift ever given
or ever needed
because you can see
and seeing is all you ever wanted from this world
and to see others makes life all worth the while
To get all classical on your @sses, here's a rough translation of the poem "Naenie" by Friedrich Schiller. I highly recommend the Brahms choral setting!
Even the beautiful must die.
Men and gods, masters over much, cannot soften the iron heart of the stygian Zeus [Hades].
Only once did love melt the heart of the monarch of shadows,
Yet on the threshold, he sternly revoked his blessing.
Not even Aphrodite could stanch the wound of the lad,
That in his beautiful side, cruelly, the wild boar had ripped.
Nay, the immortal mother could not succor the divine hero,
When falling at the Acaean gate, he fulfilled his fate.
But she ascends from the sea with all the daughters of Nereus,
Lifting loud the lament for her glorified son.
Lo, the gods are weeping,
Behold, every goddess is weeping,
For the beautiful fades away;
For that which is perfect dies.
Even a dirge on the lips of a loved one is glorious,
For what is common goes down to Orcus unsung.
Even a dirge on the lips of a loved one is glorious.
Even the beautiful must die.
Men and gods, masters over much, cannot soften the iron heart of the stygian Zeus [Hades].
Only once did love melt the heart of the monarch of shadows,
Yet on the threshold, he sternly revoked his blessing.
Not even Aphrodite could stanch the wound of the lad,
That in his beautiful side, cruelly, the wild boar had ripped.
Nay, the immortal mother could not succor the divine hero,
When falling at the Acaean gate, he fulfilled his fate.
But she ascends from the sea with all the daughters of Nereus,
Lifting loud the lament for her glorified son.
Lo, the gods are weeping,
Behold, every goddess is weeping,
For the beautiful fades away;
For that which is perfect dies.
Even a dirge on the lips of a loved one is glorious,
For what is common goes down to Orcus unsung.
Even a dirge on the lips of a loved one is glorious.
Indeed....great work, Stu! (Sigh)...it's sad to see the illumination angle continue to drop, though...
Beautiful poem, ILB, as well; did you do the translation?
Beautiful poem, ILB, as well; did you do the translation?
QUOTE (nprev @ Oct 25 2008, 08:14 PM)
Beautiful poem, ILB, as well; did you do the translation?
It's a mishmash of trying to turn an old word-for-word translation into something intelligible...anyone who has translated German - especially classical poetic German - will understand what I mean.
I was in a chorus that sang the Brahms setting of this poem, under the late Robert Shaw at Carnegie Hall in 1995. His wife was dying of cancer at the time (indeed, she died the next weekend), and there were tears streaming down his face as he conducted us in concert. It was almost too much to bear. This poem will always hold a special place in my heart, and it comes to me whenever I think of the inevitable passing of something or someone special (like Phoenix).
Wow. Wow.
Guess that it's just a mathematical identity: that which is immortal, is. It's one hell of a poem; read it 10-12 times now, still moves me deeply.
Certainly obvious why Mr. Shaw felt it for his beloved; God, I hope that we're all loved that deeply by someone.
(Enough. We're all steely-eyed missilemen here, right? Come to that, I'M supposed to be an amoral robot....move along, nothing to see here!!!)
Guess that it's just a mathematical identity: that which is immortal, is. It's one hell of a poem; read it 10-12 times now, still moves me deeply.
Certainly obvious why Mr. Shaw felt it for his beloved; God, I hope that we're all loved that deeply by someone.
(Enough. We're all steely-eyed missilemen here, right?
Come to that, I'M supposed to be an amoral robot....move along, nothing to see here!!!)
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