Bart Bok
Bartholomeus Jan "Bart" Bok (April 28, 1906 – August 5, 1983) was a Dutch-born American astronomer, teacher, and lecturer. He is best known for his work on the structure and evolution of the Milky Way galaxy, and for the discovery of Bok globules, which are small, densely dark clouds of interstellar gas and dust that can be seen silhouetted against brighter backgrounds. Bok suggested that these globules may be in the process of contracting, before forming into stars.
Bok married fellow astronomer Dr. Priscilla Fairfield in 1929, and for the remainder of their lives, the two collaborated so closely on their astronomical work that the Royal Astronomical Society said "from that point on it is difficult and pointless to separate his achievements from hers". The Boks displayed such great mutual enthusiasm for explaining astronomy to the public that The Boston Globe described them in 1936 as "salesmen of the Milky Way". They worked together on research and co-authored academic papers, and their general interest book The Milky Way went through five editions and was "widely acclaimed as one of the most successful astronomical books ever published".
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Brat Pack
by: The Rocket SummerFor about four years I've hated this town
Yeah, so much I just wanna get out
Since graduation was long ago
Please somebody get me out of this hole
Cause I don't want to get stuck in here
When I am thirty-four just talkin' 'bout high school years
No I don't wanna be there, and feel so stuck right here
Back and forth, side to side, oh my dear
My foot to the floor I will drive to the place
Where I can kick it with friends through the night
A place we'll talk about now and the past what the future holds
Hanging out with not much to do
Just aimless with each other - is what we do
Cause this ain't where it's at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack
We're always kickin back nobody can take that
And that is that it's like its all we have
Whoa! Whoa!
Come on say "Oh! Oh! Get on the floor!
Dance 'till you got no more!"
I know its there somewhere
Don't worry I'll be there to rock the party all night
To rock it 'til there's light our fists in the air
Fightin' the good fight
Cause' we were singing along to Peter Gabriel's "sledgehammer" song
You know it's clear that tonight we belong in this place
So I step back to reflect in this town I hate
And at least just for a second I think I might stay
This ain't where it's at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack
We're always kickin back nobody can take that
And that is that
So I'll run away to the hopes that I have
But still I fall asleep in the arms of my past
And when I wake so helpless and thinking of that
I just lay back down
Again, everyday
So maybe later today I'll know
What I will do with my life as I know it
Maybe for now I'll drive back to that place where I belong
And hope to God it hasn't changed
This ain't where it's at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack were always kickin back
Nobody can take that no no no
This ain't where it's at
My friends will second that
And I gotta admit sometimes it's pretty sad
But it's like were our own brat pack were always kickin back
Nobody can take that
That is that it's like its all we have