Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Blue Moon

Another month that we're blessed with a "Blue Moon" as it's known, on the 31st.  So many stories, legends and even scientific postures have given us this moniker for Luna Maria.  Here's what we know:

Every month that contains two FULL moons, (rather than full and new) is a blue-moon month by way of the second one.  Back in 1999 a very unusual pattern of lunar phases occurred.  TWO FULL MOONS, each in January and March - none at all in February - triggered a groundswell of public interest in our satellite friend.  Every opinion, theory and research involving blue moons came to the fore.  But the truth is, we're really still not quite sure.

However, we CAN trace the calendrical meaning of "blue moon" back to the 1937 Maine Farmer's Almanac, but a page seems not to support the "two full moons in a month" theory.  And there's others.  But what's the difference?  Science seeks the cause, we reap the effect, and alot of people are red-faced and apologetic. 

For the record, all of our Blue Moons have a strong connection to the seasons.  They all occur on the 20th, 21st, 22nd and 23rd day of November, February, May or August.  Here's the clue:  these dates fall a month before the Northern SUMMER and WINTER EQUINOXES, respectively.  How could that possibly happen on its own?  No coincidence, this.  There's a seasonal connection. 

Years change, calendars change, seasons certainly change.  But our Luna will never change - although she now wears alot of boot-prints on her lovely gray head, a few flags and a bunch of stray golf balls.  Humans will never stop reaching out, and thank You, God, for that. 


Facts courtesy of Sky & Telescope, Skywatcher Magazine.  Sentimentality always courtesy of moonstruck author. 


Sunday, May 27, 2007



You Can't Have It Both Ways

I want to say, as most do, I hate war.  War is an abomination.  Yet rarely in the 100,000 years humans have made "modern" war upon each other have they turned from the task, if the reason was noble and true, an honest cause to fight for.  There is nothing honest or true about Iraq or how we ever got there.  Saddam Hussain as everyone knows had nothing at all to do with WTC or secret WMD.  The whole thing reminds me of the ills I recall from the war of my time, Viet Nam, where free people helped others fight communism and keep it from their land.  We lost.  We let down the South Vietnamese, abandoning them to the North and the whole country has been communist since 1975 when we finally ran away in rooftop helicopters.  We didn't know what we were up against, stayed too long because politicians believed we could win (read HAD TO) and it lasted until close to 60,000 American "babies" died.  The amount of Vietnamese murdered?  In the hundreds of thousands.  Did I support those who went to fight?  No.  When I say "support" in this entire entry I mean "in principal".  I pitied them because they had no choice, we had a draft in place.  We should never have been there.  My friends of only 18 years who were with me at the movies one day, had a gun in their hand the next and were mowing down women, old people, babies, dogs, even burning them alive, everything but the Viet Cong because they couldn't find them.  The "enemy" was in the jungle in places only they knew, we didn't.  They could fight in pajamas and scandals for crying out loud.  Some of my friends came back.  Sort of.  Some I was forced to welcome home by putting flowers on their graves.  To this very day, kids I knew in the 60's, the days of peace and love, are strapped into wheelchairs, legs gone, an arm missing, just staring out into nothing.  And they're the lucky ones.  War is just so toxic - I'll never forget the posters with the little girl picking flowers we all knew so well:  "War is not healthy for children and other living things."     

We shouldn't be in Iraq.  So, obviously I don't support the war there.  Do I support the people who chose to continue the useless fighting and killing, mostly of civilians, and far too many due to "friendly fire", malfunctioning ordnance, a very unclear view for the soldiers as to what our true objective is, ad infit.?  How can I say "I don't support this war, but I support the folks who fight it."  It makes no sense to me!  Did you read what I just said?!?  People support the fighters but not the fighting - what???  Hey I've nothing against them, they made a decision and went with it; but to decide it's a noble deed to place oneself in a situation so immoral and yes even illegal as to bring terrorism to the doorstep of anyone, ANYONE at all, well no I'm against it.  Of COURSE I am.  We've brought such hatred to an already volatile region of the world.  We've used terroristic methods ourselves, yet we decry it.  All I hear are flag-waving fence sitting rationalizing about why we're in Iraq.  Don't most people want us the hell out of there?  It's not our war, it's a civil war and we've caused enough trouble for others by our presence.  Whose face are we trying to save, as in Nam?  We started this, running into Afghanistan yelling "Get Osama!"  He'll die of old age, I'd say.  Right now, innocent people are dying.  Human beings are being murdered, like any other war.  Only this one has no purpose, no direction, and if we eradicated every insurgent/terrorist on the planet I'd feel no reason to be proud.   

You may say, "Well, this is where the terrorists make their homes, we must root them out - that's a noble cause."  If that were really true, we would've deployed troops into South Yemen, the safest country for terrorists to hide, and our government knew that.  Still, people who hate because of a difference in religion and a way of life are everywhere in the world.  Yes, it's right to prevent such a cowardly deed as 9/11/01 from ever happening again.  Just exactly how do we accomplish this?  Kill every "muslim-looking" person alive?  Since we couldn't do that here we went overseas to kill who we believed to be terrorists.  If we remain in Iraq will there never be another bombing in the world?  Did we even care before it showed itself here?  Did anyone demand we get involved in the Bosnian civil war?  How does arming ourselves and shouting "We'll get you back you bastards" do any good?  Calculations say we "won" this war over 6 years ago, didn't we?  Why are we still there, dying in the rocks and sand?  Why would anyone support going there and exactly what would it accomplish?

For what it may cost me, I stand my ground:  I do not support the war in Iraq, therefore I can't support those who chose to fight it.  "Support" in wartime to me means "principal".  So of course, if our soldiers needed encouragement that we'll do everything to get them back, I support that.  I support helping them end it.  When a principal becomes the funeral of one mother's son, it's over.  No discussions as to right or wrong, a person is dead.   

You may've noticed our troops are being forced into several terms of duty.  Re-used over and over.  I've read that there just aren't enough reserves or new recruits who can back this tragic farce of a war, who can't see the "nobility" of what's happening there.  Recruiters can't even accurately explain why we're there, what our reasonable long-term goal is.  Certainly the soldiers who've been there, and are told they have to return don't see the point, they've seen too much useless death.  The goal stated by our government is impossible.  Bring democracy to a land which doesn't practice it?  Bush and his kind say they'll start leaving when the Iraqi start "doing their part" in having elections and governing themselves.  We all know what happened after their first election.   

The more we engage these insurgent off-shoots of al-Quada, the more their numbers grow.  There are decidedly MOREof "the enemy" now than 6 years ago, when we "won" and it's because of our continued presence there. 

Looking to WW2 I know I'd feel so much differently.  Korea.  Even our own Civil War.  But this?  It's madness.  The ruling party even stands firm against the President in this one matter.  Republicans and Democrats alike just issued another statement for consideration that 1400 troops be sent home immediately, followed by up to 5000 within the next 18 months.  A small presence being kept there until a government is firmly in place, that's what they're asking for.  Though it's bound to fail, too many powerful people are sick of the dollar-drain and insist something more tangible be done than the continued bleeding out of men and women into that land of sorrows.  This is alot more logical than killing ourselves trying to win an unwinable war.  

The person who risks life and limb to uphold standards they believe in have my respect.  Do you believe what's happening in Iraq and Afghanistan is worth risking life and limb for?      


Saturday, May 26, 2007

OTC Drug Recall

What's going on with the new format on this thing???  All those nice color choices disappeared.  Think I'LL disappear from AOHell's "satisfied customers'.  Geeps.  Anyway...  some news you'll want to know about and check out, all of it has been verified so please have a read:


All drugs containing PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE are being recalled.
STOP TAKING anything containing this ingredient. It has been
Linked to increased hemorrhagic stroke
(bleeding in brain)
Among women ages 18-49 in the three days after starting use
Of medication. Problems were not found in men, but the FDA
Recommended that everyone (
even children ) seek alternative

The following medications contain Phenylpropanolamine:

Acutrim Diet Gum Appetite Suppressant
Acutrim Plus Dietary Supplements
Acutrim Maximum Strength Appetite Control
Alka-Seltzer Plus Children's Cold Medi cine Effervescent
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold medicine (cherry or orange)
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine Original
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Cough Medicine Effervescent
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Flu Medicine
Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold & Sinus Effervescent
Alka Seltzer Plus Night-Time Cold Medicine
BC Allergy Sinus Cold Powder
BC Sinus Cold Powder
Comtrex Flu Therapy & Fever Relief
Day &Night Contac 12-Hour Cold Capsules
Contac 12 Hour Caplets
Coricidin D Cold, Flu & Sinus
Dexatrim Caffeine Free
Dexatrim Extended Duration
Dexatrim Gelcaps
Dexatrim Vitamin C/Caffeine Free
Dimetapp Cold & Allergy Chewable Tablets
Dimetapp Cold & Cough Liqui-Gels
Dimetapp DM Cold & Cough Elixir
Dimetapp Elixir
Dimetapp 4 Hour Liquid Gels
Dimetapp 4 Hour Tablets
Dimetapp 12 Hour Extentabs Tablets
Naldecon DX Pediatric Drops
Permathene Mega-16
Robitussin CF
Tavist-D 12 Hour Relief of Sinus & Nasal Congestion
Triaminic DM Cough Relief
Triaminic Expectorant Chest & Head
Triaminic Syrup Cold & Allergy
Triaminic Triaminicol Cold & Cough

I just found out and called the 800# on the container for
Triaminic and they informed me that they are voluntarily recalling the following medicines because of a certain ingredient that is causing strokes and seizures in children:

Orange 3D Cold & Allergy Cherry (Pink)
3D Cold & Cough Berry
3D Cough Relief Yellow 3D Expectorant

They are asking you to call them at 800-548-3708 with the lot number on the box so they can send you postage for you to send it back to them, and they will also issue you a refund. If you know of anyone else with small children,

DO PASS ALONG TO ALL ON YOUR MAILING LIST so people are informed. They can then pass it along to their families.

To confirm these findings please take time to check the
Please visit this above FDA information page which spells out clearly how the FDA is taking steps to remove all products containing PPA from the market, with a clear health advisory in effect.  To many OTC remedies have undertested ingredients and here's a big one.   
This information was forwarded to me through a good source, check it out on the FDA's "info page" above and get more facts.  Things never go as planned, do they ....

Thursday, May 24, 2007

See How It Looked!!


I'm so sorry about all the people who missed seeing our recent display on the19th of a crescent sliver of moon so very close to our bright, beautiful Venus.  Our friend Guido (Pharmolo) has a wonderfully starling picture of the event in real time.  PLEASE just take a nice little "Northern Trip" and have a look-see: Moon and Venus then come back to earth.         

Pleased to Note...

Perhaps of no exteme note, I would nevertheless enjoy wishing a most happy birthday to the BUDDHA, which was celebrated by the Cheung Chau residents with their annual parade and festival.  It was the 24th, which was yesterday in global terms.  Name-days are special to me.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Venus and the Crescent Moon-TONIGHT

Just a quick reminder that tonight, 5/19, as previously reported, is the night when Venus will pair up with the crescent moon.  It'll be a sliver of a moon sitting very close to the brightest light in the night sky, a few hours after sunset.  Expectations are that the sight will last till after midnight.   I do hope you get to see it.

They Won't Die, Let's Run!

I don't like this new format - not yet anyway.  Change comes slow to acceptance in my life, so rather than complain I'lll jot a tale true for you, perhaps one you already know very well.


It was the time of Nicholas and Alexandra, the last Tsar and Tsarina of pre-revolutionary Russia, and their 4 daughters and one hemophiliac son.  In tsarist Russia, the revolution of the people had long been simmering.  The royal houses all over Europe had been murdered, dispersed or forced into exile, but the House of Romanoff were troublesome, as they were the ruling power and could not simply be shut away.  No one knew quite what to do with them, except the one thing no one would dare utter.

For many months the Tsar and his family were kept under orders to remain in their castle, run-down and cold for lack of servants.  Accustomed to the most luxurious, replendent, richest most overdone living, all theirs by right of birth, the Romanoffs had to make due with soup and bread.  They seemed over-concerned with their clothing.  Soon the day came when the patience of their keepers gave out, and the expected group of soldiers with their bayonets arrived to take them away.

Their place of exile was a remote village, far from anyone but the locals, and they were ushered into a cottage bereft of everything but the barest of essentials.  The Romanoffs were kept in this place for over a year.  They learned to make due with what ever was at hand, amusing themselves, making up games, fully confident that they would soon be freed to leave Russia and start over in a new land.  Yet they were unaware of how very hated they had become, long before their capture.  The soldiers who guarded them perhaps had the greatest hatred, and all knew that they'd be called upon to execute their duty - execute the Romanoffs.  When the day came, it was by then not unexpected. 

From the statements of several witnesses we get the details.  The family was ushered into a lower-level basement, where they were lined up against a wall.  Clumping down the stairs came the group of six executioners, grim faces all.  They knew what had to be done.  The Romanoff women clung to each other and Tsar Nicholas, known for not having the ability to make a decision, must've decided to die bravely for he held his head high.  He whispered comforting words to his family as the guns went off.

Soon the room was full of pings and pangs of bullets and small bucket-shot.  Yet as the soldiers watched in horror, they noted the family was not dying, not falling, at least not completely - just sort of cringing at each shot, then trying to hide.  Every shot aimed at them seemed to ricochet off their bodies.  It reminded the soldiers of a tale long spoken of by superstitious and hungry peasants, that the Romanoffs were gods and could not be killed.  It appeared to them for an instant that this must be true.

With great will, a soldier broke from the ranks with his bayonet at the ready.  He plunged it into the body of the Tsar, who fell to the floor.  Other soldiers followed suit and as they shot at the family at close proximity, they were amazed to see the same odd thing happen as bullets simply bounced off the wounded but very much alive family.  So stabbing seemed in order.  It was a massacre, as the soldiers were now quite afraid of the consequences of their act, since bullets seemed to have no power over these hated people, hated only for their riches and power to which they were born, now the sad poor victims of a new way of seeing life, the Great Revolution.

With copious amounts of blood everywhere, the twitching bodies were stabbed and strangled.  Every method of murder possible was attempted, and succeeded.  Yet why wouldn't the bullets pierce their flesh?  It soon became clear.

During the time of their captivity in their own castle, before being taken away, it never occurred to the Tsar and Tsarina that they would not live.  They expected to be sent into exile, and wanted to be sure they had money to start their new life.  So, while in their home the Tsarina ordered all her daughters to sew every bit of their fabulous jewelry into their dresses.  There were so many jewels, so much in riches and finery, that the clothing became quite heavy, but the family sewed on.  Pounds of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, great necklaces of pearls, every jewel imaginable, was sewn into the clothing of the family.

When the soldiers starting shooting, the bullets had continually hit the jewels, over and over, protecting the bodies of the family.  Wherever they aimed, a fat ruby caught the bullet, and the flesh was left merely bruised.  This was all discovered when, after much strangulation and bayoneting, the dead bodies were stripped of their clothing and the treasures were discovered.  (The statements of the witnesses don't make it very clear what happened to all these riches)  Taking the bodies outside to a hastily prepared grave, each was thrown in and covered with dirt.  The soldiers stomped over the ground time and again, to make it firm and compact.  That first night, as they lie sleeping in the cottage, the sound of wolves was heard to come closer and closer, soon as close to them as the animals dared.  They smelled the newly-killed flesh, and were ready to fight for it.  

After the wolves were shot and frightened away, the men knew they had to find a better grave.  I can't even call it resting place.  The bodies were dug up easily, and laid out in a pile on the ground.  They were then set afire.  The odor was so vile the soldiers took to being overly sick and had to crawl back into the cottage to nurse their sickness.  The smell of rotting, burning flesh had a different effect on the local wildlife, and soon both wolves and bears were seen on the borders of the bonfire.  These soldiers had been through enough, they decided.  First, bodies immune to bullets, then they wouldn't stay buried because of wolves, then by burning them they'd drawn even more animals.  It must have been a night where simple shadows took on the appearanceof hell's own demons.

The witnesses' stories differ at about this point.  Most swore on their deathbeds that the burned corpses were reburied in a much deeper hole.  Another witness remembers a scene more horrific, stating just as fiercely that the bodies were allowed to be torn apart by the wildlife and the remnants then buried more easily.  Whichever is true, this family which had so much in the way of riches beyond belief, in the end were fatally let down by those same, sparkling jewels.    

"Reflecting Love"

How know you this, my heart,

so well crafted in your wording tender?

not one place holds the odd part

of your sentiments, endearing;

draw me near -

and I shall regale you of times

such as no other

when even the lowliest of sister,

without the protection of gallant brother,

could dream of such

as your loving ministrations,

and doth not the same questions

hold firm today

in love's contemplations?

From the hale, hearty men

not given to the pedantic,

come such blooms received in abundance

passed from hand to breast

courting you eager and romantic.

Able am I to tell

of such times held so sweet,

for who to know it better

than one so foolish as to have lost it,

and the cost?  Your heart's desire

now with bitterness replete.

How far more true

do we know what once we had

at its departing;

 seeing love's bold hue

on the faces of those

wearing proudly rings of gold

these dear lovers, two.

A natural to melancholy

some would seem to be made,

while despising false pity

which comes for no reason,

unbidden in that life chosing to be

lived on its own -  and if naught else,

should such a one have need

or be prone to adore a thing,

could always love

each changing season ...




Saturday, May 12, 2007

Mothers Rule!

To myself and every women who has experienced the miracle of welcoming life into the world, my love to you.  For everyone else I THANK YOU for helping us be the vessels of tomorrow. 


On 9-26-06 I posted this:

Click on this and watch the counter:

                                    Cost of War - National Priorities Project

           ( Think it's gone up any? ) 




The Safest Place

When you're a toddler and don't know what "tomorrow" means the safest place in your world is at the piano on your Daddy's knee, pounding away at your first concerto.  It must've sounded like awful baby-noise, but my Father welcomed it and was always encouraging.

I never took any lessons but around 10 I asked for books that would teach me to read this language of sound.  I'm glad of it; by the end of grammar school I was giving lessens to the neighborhood kids.  All my early life, happiness to me was sitting in the big chair next to the piano watching my Father carress the keys kind and gently like a lover, then swift, sharp and demanding.  That piano listened and obeyed, with sounds I couldn't believe were possible.  Always with his Kent cigarette smoldering in the ashtray, I'd listen and watch as the grey smoke would wind and curl its way upward, around and back in on itself, around again and up, up into some unknown place in the ceiling.  It was pure magic.  Mystical.  It was music, and he gave it to me.   

That piano was the first piece of furniture my parents bought.  It had a mirror at the keys so you could see yourself playing.  In the 50's they'd give suburban parties and my sister and brothers would gather behind the stairwell, watching and listening to the adults clink the ice in their tall vodka glasses, laughing at the ladies funny hair-dos and dresses, giggling while a couple stole a smooch in the kitchen, and the air was filled with my Mother's perfume.  Soon one of us would have to be the "Black Mouse" and run downstairs into the kitchen, grab a handful of petit fors and rush back with the goodies.  More giggles running up to our beds as we'd  hear Dad laugh out, "You kids get to sleep!"  Heaven.  But my attention was drawn to only one thing:  my Father at the piano, entertaining, enchanting, laughing, telling jokes, life of the party, and playing any song you could name.  He'd sing and smile and looked so happy and healthy.  My Mother was the prima donna and all the ladies would gather to hear about her latest modeling escapade.  My eyes and ears were fixed on that piano, and the smoke curling up to the unknown place in the ceiling.

Next day I'd rush downstairs, tripping over my own feet to get to the piano and try out the songs I'd heard him play.  With a sharp jump in my heart I'd happily note I could duplicate anything.  By the time I learned to read and write this magical language I was writing my own little sonatas, complete with lyrics in the form of my poetry.  No matter where I went in my life, coming home meant playing the piano with a glass of white wine as my cigarette burned in the ashtray. 

Music took me through the best and the worst of my life.  It was there as my one saving grace, always dependable, always soothing, and more than anything, always mine.  From the giddiness of first love to the darkest of depressions, only music could spark my life.  I could no more live without it than air.

My Father died too early at 67, I stopped smoking, my Mother had a full life and died at 80, we sold the deserted house, and everything went away, just as we had years earlier.

Now we've gathered again somehow, in grief for our deceased parents, but knowing perhaps we all need each other and those memories, and as long as we have them in our hearts they'll never die, never leave.  My Father knows I miss him, how I wish I'd been a better daughter.  Yet I have to think that he knows how deeply I treasure that one precious incredible gift he gave me, and perhaps he always knew it would be forever a part of my life.  For I cannot think of or play music, without thinking of him.     


Friday, May 11, 2007

Notable Sayings Gathered Over A "So-Far" Lifetime

Oh I've been away too long.  The best possible entry I can make is to gather all the little scraps of knowledge I've picked up hither and dither, and set them to words.  Have a go:


If you want to know what's on the road ahead, ask those coming back.

The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago.  The second best time is today.

If you fear going forward, you'll live your life just standing there.  Might as well be a pigeon dropping.

The person saying that something can't be done should not interrupt the person doing it.

If you don't want anyone to know, don't do it!

Plan your year in early spring, your day at dawn.

The wise adapt themselves to circumstances, just as water to a glass.

Listen to all, follow none.

Genius can be recognized by its simplicity.

If you make happy those who are near, others who are far away will come closer.

Even the clumsy bird will get there early if he starts out an hour ahead.

Dripping water can eat through stone.  Be patient!

Better a nightmare than a life with no dreams.

Learning is like rowing upstream.  If you stop, you'll move backward.

Deal with the faults of others as gently as you would your own.

Do not confine your children to your way of learning.  They were born in another time.

Fear not growing slowly.  Fear standing still.

A book is a house of gold.  But you cannot buy time with it.

A child is as a clean piece of paper, on which every person writes, leaving their mark.

Better a happy cottage than a palace of tears.

It takes years to make a true friend, whom you can lose within seconds.

To understand your parents love, raise children.

Praying for fish is fine, but weave a net while you do.

Keep your brother's arm inside your sleeve.

A diamond cannot be polished without friction, nor a life made more perfect without trials.

It's not what you have to do that matters, it's doing it.

Is a flawed diamond more valuable than a perfect pebble?

Wherever you are is exactly where God expects you to be.

                                 ~~~ best of all ~~~

It's not how far you've come that matters.  It's how far you've come from where you were




Thursday, May 3, 2007

Interesting Events Above Your Head This May

Cosmic happenings, can't get enough.  Venus reaches brillance all May while Mercury can be seen in the latter part of the month, if you look to the lower right of Venus.  Excellent visibility.  Saturn intends to stay high in the southwest during the dusk hours, with Jupiter well-up in view from late to early dawning hours.

All May, Venus will swell enormously, brilliantly, as twilight fades, showing off at a magnitude of 4.0, blazing away for about l-l/2 hours after twilight.

On May 19th, Venus pairs up closely and spectacularly with the crescent moon, appearing only 2" apart during twilight viewes all throughout North America.

Also on May 19th you'll note Venus passes less than 2 degress from a star-cluster at the feet of Gemini.  You'll of course need binocs.  Venus will be passing very close to other brilliant stars while in the area of the star Epsilon Geminorum.  May is definitely a "Venus" month.  It again passes through the area of brilliant stars on May 29th.

Again, you'll need binocs and of course if you have a telescope get out there.  You'll clearly see Venus swelling and waning, back and forth, as it glows hugh, bright and brilliantly, then wanes to a mere drip of light. 

As Venus slowly puts distance between itself and our star, we welcome its brightly beaming glow.  Watch! 

Facts Courtesy Sky & Telescope, Skywatcher Mag




Hot Off Hubble

Your ever-alert space-watcher is presenting a small series of pictures taken from "no-more-trouble-Hubble" that will definitely having you amazed, unable to chose a favorite.  In this Hubble Images - AOL Research & Learn you will see thousands of stars being born, #2 shows you the death of a star, you'll even see one call the Bommerang (#13) which has two lobes of space matter shooting out from one star, incredible shot.  The most studied, most interesting object ever seen is the Crab Nebula (#12).  It first went supernova in 1054, as noted by the Chinese and Japanese astrologers, and we can see it happening.  I most sincerely URGE you to read the captions for each jaaaw-dropping shot, and just be awed.  Dial-up may take a moment, but once you've viewed them all, it then goes through at high speed. 

For our beloved drawf "planetoid" Pluto, we've discovered two new satellites.  These moons can be see in #15, with Pluto at the center.  I dare anyone not to be astounded by the Swan Nebula (#10) Be breathless looking at #4, read the caption.  The star in #16 started to die in 1767.  I needn't explain further, just have a look, have a read.  

Courtesy Skywatcher & Telescope, Image Alert