Saturday, January 15, 2022

Why is the sea salty?

 

 The Aegean Sea, island of Samos (Greece)

 Why is the sea salty? Some say, because of the sharks' tears: 

Video (Haifisch by Rammstein, 2010)

Und der Haifisch der hat Tränen
Und die laufen vom Gesicht
Doch der Haifisch lebt im Wasser
So die Tränen sieht man nicht
In der Tiefe ist es einsam
Und so manche Zähre fließt
Und so kommt es dass das Wasser
In den Meeren salzig ist

However, despite the lyrical perception of Rammstein, the actual reason the sea is salty is because it is very old. Oceans on Earth have existed for a very long time; therefore lots of salts were added to the water at a time when gases and lava were spewing from increased volcanic activity. The carbon dioxide dissolved in water from the atmosphere forms weak carbonic acid which dissolves minerals. When these minerals dissolve, they form certain chemical compounds, such as  sodium chloride, magnesium sulfate, potassium nitrate, and sodium bicarbonate, which make the water salty. While water evaporates from the ocean, the salt gets left behind. Also, rivers drain into the oceans, bringing in additional ions from rock that was eroded by rainwater and streams. 

Most lakes tend not to be salty, because water often leaves lakes to continue its trip toward the sea. A drop of water may remain in a lake for at most several decades, while a drop of water may remain in the ocean for 100-200 million years!


 

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Farewell

 

 Vincent Willem van Gogh
Wheat Field Behind Saint-Paul Hospital with a Reaper (1889)

 

Si muero,
dejad el balcón abierto.

El niño come naranjas.
(Desde mi balcón lo veo).

El segador siega el trigo.
(Desde mi balcón lo siento).

¡Si muero,
dejad el balcón abierto!

Federico García Lorca, Despedida, in Canciones (1921-1924)



If I die,
Leave the balcony open.

The boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I hear him.)

The reaper scythes the wheat.
(From my balcony I feel it.)

If I die,
Leave the balcony open!

Federico García Lorca, Farewell, in Songs (1921-1924)

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Time Chronos Χρόνος

 

κάθε στιγμή πιο κοντά στον θάνατο

Μη βιαστείτε να με κατηγορήσετε για κακό γούστο, τέτοιες μέρες. Αλλά ακριβώς τέτοιες μέρες, που αρχίζει ένας - συμβατικά - νέος κύκλος, ας αναλογιστούμε ποιο είναι το πολυτιμότερο αγαθό, μαζί με την υγεία μας, και αναντικατάστατο ("ο πολυτιμότερος πόρος"): ο χρόνος. Ας τιμούμε τον χρόνο μας, κι ας μην τον ξοδεύουμε ασυλλόγιστα. Παραθέτω και ένα γνωστό λαϊκό τραγούδι για το θέμα:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say.

Roger Waters, Time (1973)

Time - Pink Floyd
 

 

Friday, December 24, 2021

Χριστούγεννα

 

τούτο το βρέφος ουρανόν και γην εστερέωσεν

Περίβλεπτος, Μυστράς

Του δε Ιησού γεννηθέντος εν Βηθλεέμ της Ιουδαίας εν ημέραις Ηρώδου του βασιλέως, ιδού μάγοι από ανατολών παρεγένοντο ...  και ιδού ο αστήρ ον είδον εν τη ανατολή προήγεν αυτούς, έως ελθών έστη επάνω ου ην το παιδίον. Ιδόντες δε τον αστέρα εχάρησαν χαράν μεγάλην σφόδρα, και ελθόντες εις την οικίαν είδον το παιδίον μετά Μαρίας της μητρός αυτού, και πεσόντες προσεκύνησαν αυτώ δώρα, χρυσόν και λίβανον και σμύρναν.

Monday, November 29, 2021

Everything else can wait

 


Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot wait, 
and love one another.

George Harrison
25 February 1943 – 29 November 2001