The great boondoggle
THESE Nasa people are being most persistent in their boondoggle. They've been
sending back pictures of barren, flinty landscapes – not a blade of grass – which
purport to be of the surface of Mars, the photographs taken by Nasa's Curiosity rover.
Now they've engaged the services of one Nora Noffke, a geobiologist at Old
Dominion University, Virginia, to compare the Curiosity photos with microbial
structures she has observed over 20 years in Western Australia's Dresser Formation.
She finds striking similarities, suggesting early life forms on Mars, similar to what
happened here.
To quote her: "The distinctive shapes include erosional remnants, pockets, domes,
roll-ups, pits, chips and cracks, which on Earth can extend from a few centimetres to
many kilometres."
And if that's not the Griquas rugby field at Kimberley that she's so vividly describing,
then I'm a duffer. Erosional remnants, pockets, domes, roll-ups, pits, chips and cracks
... that might be true of Western Australia but it's also the Griquas rugby field. Ask
anyone who's played there..
Why Nasa is going to such elaborate lengths to perpetuate this hoax is a mystery.
Perhaps they're in competition with the European Space Agency, which recently
landed on the Griquas rugby field and claimed it was a comet or asteroid or
something.
Don't be fooled! Let's keep our feet on the ground!
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Snow White
THE full seven dwarves haven't moved in yet but Snow White has, along
with three of the little fellers.
Theatre personalities Caroline Smart and Peter Gardner find themselves
playing host to a beautiful white Burmese (or at least half-Burmese) cat, who
has now produced three kittens – two white and one black.
They live in Westridge, close to the Mayville police station, and are anxious
to find out who owns Snow White, who at first was just a regular visitor to
their garden but, since the arrival of the kittens, appears now to have moved
in permanently.
"Just before Christmas, she appeared with three kittens – two white and one
black - all utterly adorable balls of fluff," says Caroline. "They have now
taken over the porch which the kittens have turned into a crazy playground
and spend much time sleeping in the flower pots. I don't think our orchids
will ever be the same again."
Peter is also a well-known figure in the world of yachting and finds a
symmetry in the black and white kittens – with whom he plays almost
constantly - and the Black & White whisky he also plays with in Point Yacht
Club and Royal Natal.
"Snow White is strong, muscular, domesticated and very loving," says
Caroline. "We cannot believe that this beautiful animal doesn't have a home
somewhere. We are appealing to anyone who recognises her - or could give
one of the kittens a home if we don't find her owners - to contact me on 082
892 3959 or Peter on 083 225 7934."
Remover
READER Van Johnson passes on the comment of a cricket fan of
her acquaintance as the fifth and final Test against the West Indies
at Newlands reached denouement.
"The Steyn remover is cleaning them all up".
Two words
OCCASIONAL contributor Barrie ("with an 'ie'") says he knows a dishy
bird called Ug who dances the Charleston like a 1920s flapper and is
married to a fellow named Ag.
Ug takes her name from her initials, Barrie emphasises, not from her
looks, and is also something of a marriage counsellor. She told Barrie
(who turned 80 the other day) that for a man to have a happy marriage
all he has to do is learn two words: "Yes dear".
Mind you, at that vintage there must surely be a few ripostes available:
""Speak up – I'm a little hard of hearing!"; "What's your name again?";
and "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Lone Ranger (again)
FOLLOWING last week's musical speculation about where the Lone
Ranger takes his rubbish, reader George Hutchison asks: "What's the
closest thing to Silver?"
Answer: The Lone Ranger's backside.
Tailpiece
Theatrical agent: "What do you do?"
Performer: "Bird impersonations."
Theatrical agent: "Bird impersonators are ten a penny. It's not worth
putting you on my books."
Performer: "Well, here's my card in case you change your mind."
At which he drops his trousers, lays an egg and flies out of the window.
Last word
He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.
Sir Winston Churchill
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