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There are a terrible lot of lies going around the world, and the worst of it is half of them are true.


Lurking behind a field of randy sheep, the Mount Pleasant Radio Observatory, a radio astronomy-based observatory owned and operated by University of Tasmania. It can be found about twenty kilometres east of Hobart, not far out of Richmond. Apologies for the poor shot, but there is only so much one can manage from a moving vehicle.

The observatory was [probably] set up as part some kind of interferometry network, no doubt engaged in the thrilling task of imaging distant cosmic radio sources, tracking spacecraft, and all sorts of sexy applications in astrometry. of course, such is the nature of these little beauties, it can also be used "in reverse" to perform earth rotation studies, map movements of tectonic plates very precisely (within millimetres), and a whole host of other types of geodesy

That said, I have it on good authority that a shortage of funds means that this observatory has now been reduced to tawdry attempts at securing "panty shots" of c-list celebrities as they exit cars, with a sideline of unflattering portraits of former child stars out on the town looking worse for wear.

Comments

Roddy said…
If they aren't using the telescope, do you think that Henry could use it for looking at the moon? What do you think it's going price would be? Could I get it for a song? How about "Fly me to the moon".
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, this one was popular.

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