The International Space Station’s orbit has been adjusted to avoid a cluster of space garbage, Russia’s Mission Control Center (MCC) said on Thursday.

“Information on a possible collision was received from Russian and American services and was used by the MCC specialists to perform calculations for an ISS orbit adjustment,” mission control said.

It said that the engines of the Jules Verne Automated Transport Vehicle (ATV) docked to the ISS were activated to lower the station’s orbit by 1.7 km to 353.7 km over Earth’s surface.

“When John Ronsheim talks, he uses his entire body. He leans forward, leans back, stands up and paces from one side of the room to the other. His face is a changing stream of expression. He comes up close to his listener and bends over eyeball to eyeball to make a point, jabbing the air with his finger. Than he moves away, plops down in his chair, then he’s up again, his voice rising and falling. words tumbling out, his mind and his body never still, gesturing, gesturing, his arms in motion, conducting the conversation as if it were a musical score. He jumps from topic to topic, quickly, without warning, leaving threads dangling in the conversational weave. . . .” Lectures@ronsheim.org

“Ed Ricketts was a lone, largely marginalized scientist — an outcast to academia, with no degrees, no honors, no memberships in learned societies. Despite his meager means and at times threadbare poverty, he conducted pioneering work in seashore and fisheries ecology from his ramshackle lab on Cannery Row. His 1939 treatise, “Between Pacific Tides,” was the first book to take an ecological approach to understanding seashore animals. It is considered the bible of marine biology. Yet with the exception of “Between Pacific Tides,” citations of Ricketts’ pioneering research are few and far between, since he was never published in scholarly journals. In an odd twist of fate, there’s probably more of Ed Ricketts in John Steinbeck’s canon than all the scientific journals of the 20th century. A man who dedicated his life to collecting facts about the natural world has become, himself, a fiction.” Of Myths And Men@sfgate.com

“It is a matchless morning in rural England. On a fair hill we see a majestic pile, the ivied walls and towers of Cholmondeley Castle, huge relic and witness of the baronial grandeurs of the Middle Ages. This is one of the seats of the Earl of Rossmore, K. G. G. C. B. K. C. M. G., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., who possesses twenty-two thousand acres of English land, owns a parish in London with two thousand houses on its lease-roll, and struggles comfortably along on an income of two hundred thousand pounds a year. The father and founder of this proud old line was William the Conqueror his very self; the mother of it was not inventoried in history by name, she being merely a random episode and inconsequential, like the tanner’s daughter of Falaise.” The American Claimant@projectgutenberg.org