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Last night, B. and I mounted my camera on his massive, GPS-equipped, sky-tracking telescope to experiment with some astrophotography. It was our first time and we had no tele-extenders, but it was enormously fun.
I’ve posted some photos here and here: the moon (my favorite), the largest zoom I’ve ever used (2500mm), Jupiter and four moons, and a shot of the Ring Nebula. Hopefully, we’ll have more to add soon!
(Via Photophobia).
Mills County Champion Baker.
Eight years ago, when one Googled my name the first hit announced Mills County Champion Baker: it was a modest website proclaiming the winner of a baking contest held in Mills County, Iowa. A few years after that, I had this hat made at the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival, and despite some chewing from Five it’s still dear to me.
I was reminded of this when Joshua Heineman of Cursive Buildings commented on this photo:
Listen, you need to start accepting applications for a personal chef specializing in baked goods. You can call it the Mills Baker Looks for Mills’ Baker Contest.
Interested parties may submit resumes in the comments below; my benefactor will arrange for salary and relocation.
Franch Rich hasn’t given me much in life, but in his column today he referred to Mills Godwin Jr., the former governor of Virginia, thus bringing to two the number of people I know named Mills (the other being this American hero).
Continuing our celebration of my name is the above video of the Dillards playing on the Andy Griffith show. Dillard was my late grandfather’s name and it’s my first name (which means that my initials are sadly synonymous with college rock), and it’s the last name of some of the members of this group.
I heard about them from Steve Martin’s autobiography, which, as I’ve noted, I really like. See also the Mills Brothers, singing my kind of song.
