Please put your hands together and welcome guest blogger Dorothy Blyskal, who seeks out weird holidays in strange places. Like L.A.! See below.
The official date of Astronomy Day actually fluctuates every year because it depends on ((insert gasp here)) the stars. Well, more accurately, the Moon. The date of Astronomy Day is scheduled sometime between mid-April and mid-May, to be either on or right before the First Quarter Moon. And since 2009’s First Quarter Moon is set to be May 1st, what better day to choose than ... May 1st?
Further research also shows that Astronomy Day began all the way back in 1973 ((isn’t that like, the Middle Ages or something?)) by Doug Berger ((mmm…burger ...)), the President of the Astronomical Association of Northern California ((I just wanted to add another parenthetical statement here to balance out the sentence)).
And so, in honor of Astronomy Day, I have decided to hike up the hill my house rests on in Los Angeles, and check out the stars. Coincidentally ((or so it would seem)), I passed Kanye West’s house on the way up, meaning I not only got a great view of the actual stars in the sky, but also caught a glimpse of the richer, less important, and angrier “stars”. A photo of his humble abode is emitted from this piece, due to the fact that the warm glow of this star was far too bright for my camera to pick up—I’ll have to look into a camera upgrade.
At any rate, the actual “Astronomy Day” stars I stumbled upon, while clearly not as “brilliant” as my neighbor Kan-yizzy, did appear…however, they did not exactly photograph well ((god, I never realized how bad my camera was…)).
I hiked higher and higher into the Hollywood Hills, and began taking pictures of Hollywood, the City of Stars.
I then became so overcome with all the stars ((real and imagined)), that I started seeing stars ((this may also have had to do with the insane incline of the hike and the typical LA heat)).
All-in-all, it was a star-studded event, that ended me with me throwing up, blacking out, coming-to in a Hollywood dumpster, and walking back home with one and a half shoes on. In summation, I give the celebration five stars ... although I’m not sure what the scale is capped at. It was just funny cause it had the word “stars” in it. Stars!
--Dorothy Blyskal
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