Gamma Lyrae
Gamma Lyrae (γ Lyr, γ Lyrae) is the second brightest star in the northern constellation of Lyra. It has the traditional names Sulafat (Sulaphat), from the Arabic السلحفاة al-sulḥafāt "turtle", and Jugum, from the Latin iugum "yoke". The connection with turtles is that fine harps were traditionally made of tortoiseshell. The apparent visual magnitude of Sulafat is 3.3, which is readily visible to the naked eye. Parallax measurements yield an estimated distance of 620 light-years (190 parsecs) from the Earth.
This is a giant star with a stellar classification of B9 III, indicating it has exhausted the supply of hydrogen at its core and evolved away from the main sequence. The effective temperature of the outer envelope of this star is 10,080 K, giving it the blue-white hue typical of a B-type star. The interferometry-measured angular diameter of this star is 0.74 ± 0.10 mas, which, at its estimated distance, equates to a physical radius of roughly 15 times the radius of the Sun.
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Slow Food
by: Greg BrownPeople want that slow food
Two minutes and they grouch
But give me ham baked all day long
And help me to the couch
Help me to the sofa
Put the quiet music on
I will lie and think about that ham
Long after it is gone.
I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food.
I don't want no food with cute names
No neon on a sign
A man can't live on advertising slogans
And conceptual design
Let somebody else go surf and turf
Someone else go carry out
Me, I want my food to know itself
Before it knows my mouth.
I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food
With all the love cooked in.
Why don't we start it in the mornin'
Leave us plenty of time for lovin'
Weekend homemade hot fresh bread
Make the whole house smell like an oven
And let it all just simmer
Cook in the good juices and the greases
Then we'll sit down at the table, baby
And slowly tear it into pieces.
I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food
What's the big rush?..../Don't want no hard-hearted
Hardee's, no
Muck-muck-muck-muck-donald's....I want a chef, not a
clown, to make my
Food.../it can even be tofu with the right kinda
sauce..../blahblahblah-
I want some slo-o-o-o-ow food