Section of the Soul Nebula (LBN 673), imaged from my back patio, Oct-Dec, 2023. The Soul Nebula, SH 2-199, is a relatively large nebula in Cassiopeia. It contains various nebulous regions and star clusters. Shown here is one such region, LBN 673. The entire Soul Nebula is too large (angular wise) to fit into the field of view of my LX200-ACF telescope setup, so this is just a part of the nebula.
This section of the Soul Nebula reminds me of a curious incident I had several years ago after leaving the neighborhood pub one night. Alcohol was involved, so my memory might not be too reliable here. But this is how the story goes.
The pub was closing for the night. The doorman bellowed to the remaining patrons, "time to go home! Everybody must go!" Now, before I continue, the doorman was a friend of mine, as were the bartenders and musician for that matter, so I almost certainly could have stayed for another pint or two had I really desired. They might have even welcomed my help cleaning up. But on this particular night I was a bit hungry, and the all-night taco shop was silently beckoning me a few blocks away. So I decided not to stick around. I pulled an Irish-goodbye, stumbled out the door, and began my several block walk to the taco shop.
My ears still rang a little from the PA, the singing, the shouting and all-around revelry. The melodies of the drinking songs and folk music still repeated fresh in my mind. The shock of silence, walking out into the still night sobered me up a bit, as I journeyed on foot.
Earlier that evening I was on stage briefly, playing a few songs merely to pacify the crowd while the main musician was between sets. I didn't bring my own instrument; I just played the musician's guitar since it was already there and set up. Sometimes I sang a little too. It was a pretty common occurrence for me at the time. My singing voice is not terribly pleasant, but the crowd usually would enjoy my guitar instrumental, mostly.
The first landmark on my trek to the tacos was a normally busy intersection: A "crossroads," if you will. I say, normally busy, but at this wee hour in the dead of night it slumbered in silence.
Even the stragglers from the pub were home now, or nearly there, leaving the roads desolate.
In the silence, as I approached the crossroads, I noticed a well-dressed, shadowy figure sitting on the corner next to what appeared to be a guitar case. Just as I had spotted him, he immediately made eye contact -- almost as if he was waiting there for me, specifically. He looked right at me and smiled wide. His flawless white teeth clashed against the slightly reddish-yellow tint of his eyes. I had never seen this man before in my life.
"I beseech thee," he spoke, "draw near. For I have a proposition that shall pique thy interest," he said as he tipped the rim of his top hat: a hat that matched his glittering, reddish-purple, three-piece suit.
"Yeahhhh..." I slowly said as I was about to back away. I wasn't sure what he was selling, but I didn't want any. Then I noticed next to his guitar case was a burrito, still wrapped up, that looked to be from the same taco shop to where I was headed. The whole thing was just so strange that suddenly, intrigue got the better of me. I hesitated out of sheer curiosity.
I just stood there with my eyes on the burrito.
"I entreat thee, dost thou wish to engage in a contest, a gambit of musical technique, wagering the stakes of your mortal soul against this..."
"Deal!" I interrupted.
He paused quizzically. "I have not yet finished my proposition of the wager," he motioned his hands objecting to my interruption, "A contest for your mortal soul against this..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I interrupted a second time, "my mortal soul against your burrito. Deal. Even better, how about this: Let's just skip all the contest rigmarole and just trade. I'll give you my 'mortal soul' for your burrito." It sounded like a good idea at the time. He seemed to want my "soul" for some reason, and it would save me the trouble of having to walk the couple of blocks to the taco shop. So I reckoned it was a fair trade.
He looked at me, dumbfounded. He scratched his forehead before looking back at me, "Nnn, neh, no, not the burrito. This guitar," he said as he unlatched the guitar case lid, revealing a fancy guitar within.
"Oh, the guitar!" I laughed, "I thought you were wagering your burrito." I continued, "'Thing is, I've already got one, you see. I mean, not with me, but at home. I don't need another guitar."
"But, but, just look. Mother of pearl inlays, gold accents, ..." He motioned his open, cupped palm, facing up, showcasing the craftsmanship.
I must admit, it was an immaculate guitar. but I wasn't in the mood to awkwardly stand in the taco shop line bumping into everybody with a guitar in tow. Plus, I'd have to lug the thing all the way back home. Then when I got there, where would I put it? Clutter and all.
"Sorry, but I'm going to go get some tacos," I concluded and started to walk away. "Best of luck to you and your endeavors, good sir," I finished. With that, I walked the couple of blocks to the taco shop.
With my bag of tacos in hand, I made it back to the intersection on my way home, but the man was gone without a trace. So I guess it all worked out in the end: He got to keep his guitar, and I got my bag of tacos. Win-win, if you ask me.
I woke up the next day with a powerful hangover. Did it all actually happen? I asked myself. I frantically looked around for evidence. I found my T-shirt that I was wearing the night before. Sure enough, it was stained and drenched in blood. Good god, what have I become. Hold on, wait. That's not blood, I thought to myself as I sniffed the T-shirt, that's just taco sauce and drippings. I searched further, following the trail of taco drippings, and there, almost hidden under the sofa was an empty bag, and stapled to that bag was a receipt from the taco shop, dated last night (technically, early that morning).
"It
did happen!" I verbally exclaimed. Well at least the tacos happened. The rest, I'm not so sure about.
Best I can gather after thinking about it for a while is that I may have accidentally pestered some guy on the street -- probably confusing him to no end -- drunkenly attempting to trade my "mortal soul" for an imaginary burrito.
And that's the end of this story.
Equipment:
Meade 10" LX200-ACF fork mounted on an equatorial wedge.
Off-axis guider (OAG) with guide camera.
Optolong 3nm narrowband filter set (SII, Hα, and Oiii).
ZWO ASI6200MM-Pro main camera.
Software:
N.I.N.A.
PHD2 guiding
PixInsight with RC-Astro plugins
Acquisition/Integration:
Location: San Diego, USA
Bortle class 7 (maybe 8 ) skies
All subframes binned 3x3
Stacked using drizzle algorithm
SHO mapping
SII: 69×600s = 11.5 hrs
Hα: 62×600s = 10.33 hrs
Oiii: 74×600s = 12.33 hrs
Total integration time: 34.17 hours.
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