Swedish people, for whatever reason, are very interested in whether or not the rock they found on their last hike could be a meteorite. Don’t believe me? Follow the link.
And Washington University in St. Louis is sick of it. They don’t want you contacting them any more and asking if you have a meteorite, especially a lunar meteorite. Don’t believe me? Follow the link.
Now you can guess something of what we’ve been up to today. We *do* have meteorites! Two little chips. We bought them at Meteor Crater in Arizona. They had more impressive size chips but we thought $2 a piece was enough for an almost but not quite, sort of 1/2 inch chip.
H.o.p. is determined to make rust. Thus an assortment of nails and screws in a jar of water. He couldn’t care less the whys of it all. He just wants a rusty creature for his animation that won’t be like George Pal’s “Tulips Shall Bloom”. “My movie will be different!” No doubt.
“It’s gonna be a while before you see the kind of rust you want,” I tell him. He continues carrying the jar around, peering inside now and then, waiting for rust to bloom.
“You could paint some nails so they look like they’ve rusted,” I tell him. This is, after all, for an animation.
“No, I want real rust!”
Go for it. But I think in a day or two he’s going to be asking for the paint, which will be good, because I don’t want him handling rusty nails.
He just bought me a ball bearing to inform me it didn’t have iron because the magnet’s not sticking to it. Nor did it earlier stick to any of the rocks we’ve collected over the years. Then I brought out the meteorite chips. Zing. Sticko.
“Wow! Can I keep it?”
“No. They stay in their bag so they don’t get lost.”
Now he’s back to animating dice.
I’m wondering why Swedes are so interested in finding meteors.
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