My observing report

As I drove up the winding road to Pacheco, I idly mused upon the socioeconomic impact of economic theory as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 44 telescopes set up.

I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 108. It was better than black pearls on flocked paper. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to Abell 91 in Sculptor. It seemed almost a swarm of bees. Next, I tried for NGC 1005. It compared favorably with a spitting cobra. With that checked off my list, I tried Abell 15. It glowed, rather like black pearls on flocked paper.

After a short break to recite my mantra, I slewed to B 412. It was a blurry likeness of lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at B 606. It reminded me of spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, I sketched NGC 4948. It appeared at low power like nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I star-hopped to NGC 5691. It was not quite as bright as Demi Moore. Then, I identified M 109. It was not quite as bright as a waterfall. After that, I found by accident M 82. It seemed just like cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed M 6. It seemed fainter than a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I studied Abell 8. It looked exactly like a little triangle.

After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I found B 190. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, I went for NGC 4444. It shimmered, as if it were the eye of God.

After a short break to have a smoke, I star-hopped to B 321 in Perseus. It seemed fainter than all the other smudges I've ever looked at. Next, I tried for NGC 1140. It seemed most like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. With that checked off my list, I identified M 10 in Sagittarius. It reminded me of the face of God. Then, for a real challenge, I added to my logbook B 539. It looked a bit like a little triangle.

Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than fetid Dingo's kidneys.


    ...Akkana (with help from David North, Jane Houston Jones, and Bill Arnett) .

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